Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 52

~Lily~

He took a slow step toward me. “You don’t want it,” he repeated quietly, as if he needed to hear it again to make sure he had not misheard me.

“I don’t,”

“I can’t. Not now. Not like this. We are not ready for this. This is not the life I imagined.”

“Not like what, Lily?“. “Not with me? Or not at all?”

“Do not do that,” I snapped, heat rising up my neck. “Do not twist this into something it is not. You do not get to guilt me right now.”

His jaw clenched. “You are the one who told me you wanted everything with me. You said it, remember? You wanted us.”

“Yes, but I did not mean this.” I pointed at my stomach like it was the enemy. “A pregnancy? A child? Connor, I can barely keep my own head straight. I am not ready to be a mother.”

“Stop,” he said sharply, the sound of it making me flinch. “Stop pretending like this is just some mistake. We both knew what we were doing.”

“Of course I knew,” I shouted. “Do you think I forgot the part where you pressed me against the wall and told me you wanted to fill me up until I could not walk straight? Trust me, I remember it. Every single second of it.”

He exhaled hard and ran a hand through his hair like he was trying to hold himself together. “Then you knew what could happen, Lily. You knew.”

“I did not think it would actually happen,” I shouted back. “Do you think I was sitting there doing the math while you were inside me? I was not thinking, Connor. I was just…”

My voice broke before I could stop it. “I was just in love with you.”

That shut him up. For a moment, the anger faded and something softer passed through his eyes.

“And you still are,” he said quietly.

“Do not,” I warned. My throat burned. “Do not do that right now. Do not make this harder than it already is.”

“I am not making it harder, baby,” he said, stepping closer. “I am trying to understand. You are acting like this is the end of the world, and all I see is a future that finally makes sense.”

I laughed. “A future? Connor, listen to yourself. You are talking about a future while I am still trying to process the fact that I might have a human being growing inside me because of you.”

His expression shifted again.

“Because of me?” he repeated, voice low and dangerous. “You say that like I forced you.”

“That is not what I meant.”

“But it is what you said,” he bit back. “You think this was one–sided? You think I am the only one who wanted this, who needed this?”

“Stop yelling at me,” I screamed, my hands shaking.

“Then stop running,” he yelled back.

“You should’ve used a fucking condom.”

My hands were clenched at my sides, my chest heaving, and I could barely breathe through the fury bubbling in my throat.

“Fuck. You should’ve fucking known better. You’re older. Wiser. More in control, right? You’ve lived through more, you’ve seen what happens when things go to hell..and you still went and poured yourself into me like it was nothing.”

His eyes burned. “Don’t stand there and act like I was the only one who wanted it raw.”

“I didn’t ask you to come inside me!” I shouted. “You think just because I was begging for more that I meant that? That I wanted to feel it dripping down my thighs after you ruined me?”

“You weren’t just begging for more. You were clawing at me, telling me to fill you up until you couldn’t fucking think.”

“Stop it.”

“You told me not to stop,” he growled, stepping closer. “You wrapped those pretty thighs around me and said it over and over. You dared me to breed you, Lily. Don’t act like I imagined that.”

I flinched. My face went hot. My thighs squeezed together without meaning to.

Because he wasn’t wrong.

I had said all those things. Screamed them. Whispered them. Meant them.

In the moment.

“I didn’t mean it,” I said through clenched teeth. “It was heat. Hormones. It wasn’t real.”

He stepped so close our chests almost brushed. “Then why is your body still reacting to me right now?”

I didn’t answer.

Because fuck.

He was right again.

My nipples were hard. Fucking nipples.

“You’re shaking,” he whispered, eyes on my mouth. “You’re angry, but you’re dripping. You’re scared, but your body’s begging to be touched.”

“Shut up,” I hissed, but it came out breathless.

“You don’t want me to shut up.”

“You want me to shut you up. Like I did last night. With my fingers. My mouth. My cock so deep you forgot how to think.”

I gasped, stepping back. “Stop it.”

He caught my wrist before I could move farther. “Why? Because it’s true?”

“Because I can’t do this right now, Connor. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I can’t stand here and pretend this is okay just because you know how to make me cum.”

He didn’t let go.

Instead, his fingers slid slowly up my arm. “But you loved every second of it. Didn’t you?”

My knees trembled.

“Say it,” he murmured. “Say you loved it when I pushed your legs open and made you scream. Say you loved it when I filled you so deep you passed out with my cum still leaking down your thighs.”

I opened my mouth. Closed it. Swallowed hard.

And then whispered the only truth I had left.

“I hate how much I loved it.”

I knew I was talking too much. I always do. Especially when I’m nervous. Or horny. Or both. And right now? Oh, Daddy… I was trembling with it.

“I’m just saying, maybe you shouldn’t look at me like that if you don’t want me to crawl back onto your lap. I mean, you literally fucked me so hard I forgot my own name last night. You think I’m just gonna sit here and pretend like you didn’t ruin me? I can still feel your cock. It’s like it’s still inside me, Daddy, and I don’t even know if I like it or if I..”

“Lily.”

I froze.

“You talk too much.”

My lips parted, but I didn’t say anything.

Connor stood slowly, eyes dark, a lazy grin spreading across that ruthless, gorgeous face. His belt was already undone like he’d been waiting for this moment. Like he knew I’d push him past that edge again with all my teasing.

“I should shut you up.”

He stepped closer.

“Wanna know how I’m gonna do it, baby?”

I swallowed, throat dry, knees practically glued together from how wet I was.

He ran a thumb down my jaw. “I’m gonna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.”

Oh fuck.

“I’m gonna stretch your throat open, kitten,” he whispered, his voice like gravel dragging over my bones, “until the only thing you remember how to do is choke on Daddy’s cock.”

I whimpered. Actually whimpered. My panties were soaked. My entire body ached for it.

“You wanna keep talking?”

I nodded. “I mean–no–I mean–yes, but only if-‘

Too late.

Connor grabbed my hair and dragged me to my knees like I was made for it. Like my only fucking purpose on this earth was to worship the cock he was pulling out of his pants right now. Thick. Heavy. Still glistening from last night.

“Open.”

I opened.

He shoved it in.

My throat fought it. My eyes watered. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I wanted this. I wanted to be ruined.

His hand gripped the back of my skull and he fucked my face like he owned me.

You’re Keeping It Because he did.

Because I loved it.

Because Daddy said I talk too much..

So now my mouth was full.

Of him.

Of everything I’d been begging for without even realizing it.

And when I looked up through my lashes, droll and precum already running, spit dripping down my chin, he said it again.

“Just like that, baby.”

Then he smirked.

“You look prettier with your mouth full.”

He was so deep in my throat, I couldn’t even moan properly anymore. My nose was smashed against his pelvis. My lips were stretched wide, drool running down my chin and dripping onto my chest.

But I didn’t care. I didn’t fucking care. I was where I wanted to be. I was on my knees, my mouth stuffed with Daddy’s cock, and the only thing I could think about was how good it felt to be used like this.

Connor’s hands were in my hair, tight, rough, controlling every movement like I was his toy.

He looked down at me.

“I can’t fucking believe you’re with my pup,” he growled, almost laughing, almost angry. “You’ve got my baby in you and you’re still on your knees begging to suck Daddy’s cock.”

My whole body shuddered.

Fuck.

I moaned around him, gagging, lips tightening, tongue desperate to please.

He pulled back just a little, enough to let me breathe, to let me whimper, then slammed right back in, making me choke all over again.

“Fuck, baby. Shit. Just like that. Suck Daddy’s dick. Let me hear it. Let me feel it.”

I moaned louder. I wrapped my tongue around him, swirling, flicking, trying to milk every sound out of his mouth. I couldn’t speak, but I didn’t need to. My eyes said everything. I wanted it. I needed it.

I needed him to ruin me.

“Wrap your tongue around it, you filthy little kitten. Just like that. Good fucking girl.”

His hips snapped again, harder, and my head rocked back with the force of it. He fucked my throat like it was a tight little pussy made just for him.

And in that moment, it was. I didn’t care about anything else. Not my soaked panties. Not my shaking thighs. Not the mess I was making on the floor. Just him. Just this.

“Lick my balls, too. Fuck. Use that mouth, baby. Get under there and lick Daddy’s balls like a good little slut.”

I bent low, mouth wide, tongue out, licking along the underside of his cock, down to his balls, wetting them with my spit, sucking one gently into my mouth as he groaned and gripped the edge of the table behind him.

“Fuck. Just like that. You’re gonna make me cum, baby. You’re gonna make me cum all over that messy little face.”

My moan vibrated against him. I felt his cock twitch. I took him back into my mouth, deep, all the way, choking on him again, tears dripping down my face as I swallowed around the tip and sucked life depended on it.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, baby. Take it. Take it. Swallow Daddy’s cum.”

And then he came.