Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 44

~Lily~

“Tell me what you want.”

My mouth did a thing where it decided for me and I just blurted, because when you’re all heat and stupid and someone’s looking at you like you’re a dare you don’t get cute, you get real.

“I want you to ruin me,”

“Good. Hold the pole tightly, Connor ordered, a command that snapped every nerve in my body to attention. “I am not going to be gentle. Hold it.”

My hands flew up like they belonged to him more than they belonged to me. The pole was icy, shocking, biting, and it made me gasp so loud I embarrassed myself, but I clutched tighter anyway.

Then he was behind me. As he slammed into my space so hard the air rushed out of me and my whole chest jolted forward against the pole.

My knees buckled, my breath tore out of me in a squeal, and I laughed like an idiot because of course this was happening. “Oh my God, Connor. Fuck.

“Tighter,” he growled again, and his breath hit the side of my neck. My fingers squeaked on the pole, sweaty, but I squeezed harder like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.

His mouth brushed my ear, and the way his voice hit me made me shake harder. “Exactly how I wanted you,” he growled.

His hands shot up and seized me, rough and unapologetic, squeezing my breasts like they were his to take, and the shock of it made me arch against the pole with a gasp that turned into a moan before I could swallow it.

My nipples hardened instantly under his touch, sharp little points that throbbed, and the way his thumbs rolled over them made my whole body light up.

He wasn’t careful. He wasn’t sweet. He pinched, tugged, twisted just enough to make me cry out, and the rawness of it had me trembling in seconds.

“Oh God,” I babbled, breathless but grinning, because I had wanted this, begged for this, imagined this every time I closed my eyes.

“You’re playing with me like you already know how much I love it, like you knew exactly how hard to touch me to make me fall apart, and you’re right, Connor, you’re so right. I love it.

“I love the way you grab me like you own me. I love the way you pinch me until I can’t tell if I’m gasping from pain or pleasure, and I love that you don’t care which it is, because either way it belongs to you.”

Inside my head my thoughts were a storm, chaotic, loud, too much, but every one of them wanted him. He’s not gentle. He’s not soft.

He’s giving me exactly what I asked for, exactly what I fantasized about when I thought I was safe, exactly what I didn’t have the courage to say out loud until now. He’s grabbing me, twisting me, squeezing me, and I am begging him with every sound I make to never stop.

My wolf laughed, smug and wicked. Fuck you’re enjoying this. Aren’t you?

“I love your t**s,” he growled. “Soft, perfect, mine to play with, mine to slap until you cry. You love it, don’t you? You love when I use you like this.”

“Ohhh..God, yes,” I gasped, my voice shivering like the rest of me. Why does my moan sound so dirty? Why does it make me hotter hearing it bounce back at me? He hears it, he loves it, he’ll make me do it again and again.

He slapped my t**s, the shock of it made another moan spill out, louder this time. I pressed my forehead to the pole, clinging tighter, moaning into the cold steel because I couldn’t swallow it down.

“That’s it,” Connor snarled. “Moan for me, pumpkin. Louder. Don’t hold back. I want every sound, every little cry, every filthy moan that proves I’m the only one who can make you come undone like this.”

“Ahhh..Connor!” I moaned again, shameless, my body jerking as his hand slid down, gripping hard before he smacked me across my ass.

Another slap landed again, harder, and my moan broke into a laugh that tangled with a sob, high and messy. “Oh my God, Connor, yes, yes, do it again, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop!” I babbled, my voice climbing higher with every word.

“I love it, I love the way you hit me, I love that you’re using me like this, I love that my moans are all yours. Take them, take all of me, take everything.”

“Filthy little thing,” he growled, and the way he said it made my whole body clench. “You’re dripping for me, moaning for me, begging for more like a whore on a stage. And I’ll give it to you. Every slap, every squeeze, every dirty thing you’re too scared to admit you want..I’ll give it to you until you can’t stand.”

Spread your legs wide,” Connor ordered, voice dark enough to rattle through my bones.

“Yes, Daddy,” I said before I could even think about it, the words flying out of me on a moan that was too loud, too needy, too honest.

My thighs shook as I opened them, clinging to the pole so hard my palms burned. Inside my head I was screaming at myself look at you, Lily, look at how fast you obey, look at how much you want this, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to see me like this. I wanted him to know I was ready.

“Oh shit,” Connor growled, and the way he said it was pure hunger. “Look how wet you are. I can literally see it. You’re dripping for me, pumpkin, and you’re not even ashamed.”

I moaned again, louder, because the other hand was already on my chest, grabbing me, squeezing me, playing with me like he’d been waiting to do it forever. My nipples throbbed under his fingers, painfully hard, sensitive to every pinch, every twist.

“Fuck,” Connor snarled in my ear, and the sound of him losing his control made my thighs tremble wider. “One hand on your throat, the other on your t**s, and you’re dripping like this? You’re filthy, pumpkin. Filthy and perfect. You love it. You fucking love it.”

“Yes!” I babbled, because my mouth never knows when to shut up, and this time I didn’t even want it to. “Yes, Daddy, I love it, I love your hand on my throat, I love your hand on my t**s, I love when you tell me I’m wet, I love when you make me moan. I love all of it. I love being your ruin. I love being your mess. I want you to keep going, keep talking dirty, keep using me until I can’t even stand.”

“Then fucking take it”

Oh fuck.

“Ahhh–oh God–yes, yes, fuuuck..”

I wanted him to hear every single sound I made. I wanted him to know exactly how desperate l was, how wide I had opened my legs for him, how I clung to that pole like it was the only thing tethering me to reality while he slammed into me over and over again, harder each time, faster, deeper, like he was trying to fuck the breath out of my lungs and the thoughts out of my head.

There was no pause. No relief. No moment to catch air or swallow my cries. He was relentless, and I was loud.

“You’re not giving me a second to breathe and I fucking love it. I love it, Daddy, I love that you don’t care how loud I moan, I love that you make me scream and then hold me tighter for it. I’m yours. I’m so fucking yours and you know it”

“I don’t care who hears me,” I gasped, words trembling as badly as my thighs. “I want them to know. I want them to know what you’re doing to me. I want them to know who I belong to”

“Fuck, pumpkin. Keep talking. Daddy’s gonna cum. Oh fuck..”

“Oh my God, Daddy, yes, fuck yes, don’t stop,” I moaned, my voice high and choked, every word tumbling out like a prayer I couldn’t hold back.

“Cum for me…Cum inside me. You’re so deep, so big, so perfect..every time you slam into me, I swear I forget who I am. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I just want you to stay inside me forever.”

“You’re gonna cum for me,” I whispered. “You’re gonna cum for your filthy little pumpkin, aren’t you? You’re gonna cum with your hand on my throat, your name in my mouth, your cock so deep in me I’ll still feel it tomorrow.”

“Fuck,” he choked behind me.

“Do it,” I begged. “Do it, Daddy. Fill me. Mark me. Own me. Cum inside me like I’m yours. Because I am. I am. I’m your good girl, your mess, your fucktoy, your filthy little pumpkin, and I want every drop. Give it to me. All of it. Right now.”

And then.

“Oh shit..I’m cumming. Fuck, I’m cumming.”

The second I heard it, my whole body clenched like his words were a trigger. My back arched.

“Oh God–yes,” I gasped, breath ragged and shaking. “Yes, Daddy+cum for me–don’t stop–don’t stop–please don’t fucking stop.”

My legs were jelly, my voice was wrecked, my body was still twitching from my own orgasm but I didn’t care. I wanted him to fall apart. I wanted to feel him lose it inside me.

“Fuck, pumpkin,” he groaned, and oh my God, the way his voice sounded when he called me that…it made my whole body tighten around him like I was trying to memorize the shape of his cock from the inside.

I was a complete mess under him. My legs were shaking. My t**s were bouncing with every tiny shift of his hips. My throat was sore from how much I’d been moaning his name, and still, somehow, it wasn’t enough. I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to breathe. I didn’t want to exist anywhere that wasn’t underneath this man, taking every brutal inch of him like I was born for it.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” he rasped, leaning down to bite my shoulder, and I swear to God I nearly came right there from just those words and the way his cock twitched inside me. “I can’t get enough of you.”

He pulled out slowly and smirked.

“Another round?” he asked, voice thick with lust, with that cocky little smirk that made my heart and my thighs clench at the same time. “You gonna let Daddy stretch you all over again?”

“Yes,” I moaned, nodding so fast it made my hair whip around. “God yes, yes, yes, please–again, again, again–fill me up, make it leak, I don’t care, just fuck me, Daddy, please-”

And then..

“What the actual fuck is going on in here?!”

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, not pulling out, not moving, just turning his head slowly like he already knew what he was going to see.

“Bella.”