Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 79

~Lily~

The house was finally quiet.

The dog was asleep.

The dishes were done.

The microwave was dead.

And the kids?

OUT.

Luca snoring like a tractor. Aurora face–down in a pile of glitter and crayons.

But I didn’t care.

Because finally, after a day of toddler warfare and appliance casualties, I had ten blessed minutes of peace, no bra, no noise, and the man I never stopped aching for stepping out of the shower with nothing but a towel and a mission.

And when I say mission–I mean destruction.

He didn’t say a word.

Just locked the door, looked at me, and dropped the towel like gravity itself had no hold on him.

Holy. Fuck.

Three years later, and he still looked like a walking sin. That tattoo on his hip that I swore glowed in the dark. visit j_;ob;n;i’b’ ;c;o: m for more erotic stories. And his cock? Already hard. Already leaking. Already pointed at me like a fucking target.

“Oh my fuck-”

I sat up so fast I nearly gave myself a contraction.

“Connor,” I whispered, eyes locked on his dick like it was a forbidden artifact I needed to steal from a museum. “Are you… are you trying to kill me tonight? Because I swear to God–look at it. Look at your fucking dick.”

He smirked.

Didn’t even flinch. Just stood there with that cock hanging heavy and thick between his thighs like he hadn’t just dropped an actual weapon in our bedroom.

“You should be arrested,” I breathed, shaking my head like I’d seen a crime. “Put it away. No–don’t.

Actually–leave it out. Leave all of it out. Put it in me. In my mouth. I don’t care. Connor, I literally don’t care.”

He laughed–laughed–like I wasn’t about to start crying from arousal.

“Three years,” I said, gesturing to my belly like it was his fault. “Three fucking years and I still want to crawl across this bed and suck the soul out of you.”

“You’re ridiculous,” he murmured.

“No, I’m honest,” I shot back. “That dick is biblical. That dick could heal generational trauma. That dick deserves a national anthem and a fucking holiday.”

He was hard now.

And I moaned just from looking at it.

“Why does it look bigger now?” I whispered, blinking in awe. “Have you been working out your cock behind my back?”

He was already walking toward me.

“That’s it,” I said, lifting my arms like a woman possessed. “I’m not even gonna fight it. Just destroy me, Daddy. I’ve accepted my fate. Fuck me into a new dimension.”

“Raise your legs but be careful because of your belly”

The second he said it, my whole body reacted like it already knew I was about to get completely wrecked. My legs moved on instinct, thighs trembling as he gently lifted them and settled them right over his shoulders.

I could feel my belly shift between us, round and firm and so damn full, like our third baby was watching his father rearrange my entire insides and just waiting to be born into the chaos.

Connor looked down at me like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. And I swear, that look alone almost made me cry.

His palms slid along the backs of my thighs, keeping me perfectly balanced with my legs spread wide and my pregnant belly arched proudly between us. I felt completely bare, completely open, completely his.

Then he moved forward, just an inch, and the tip of his cock brushed my entrance.

I moaned.

I moaned like a woman who had been starved for years. I moaned like his cock was the cure to every ache in my body. I moaned so loud I was surprised the kids didn’t wake up.

My Would

“Connor,” I gasped, clutching the sheets, already shaking, “Please don’t tease me. I need it so bed. I don’t care how far along I am. I don’t care if the Moon Goddess herself is watching. Just fuck me

He leaned over me slowly, mouth hovering by my ear as he pressed the first inch inside.

“You’re so sensitive like this” he whispered. “So soft. So full. And you still take me like you’re starving for it.”

I was already choking on breath,

“You’re not even halfway in,” I whimpered, eyes fluttering shut, hands gripping his arms. “And swear to God, I can feel you in my throat.”

“You always say that,” he said with a dark laugh, “and then you beg for more

“I’m begging now” I whispered, “Give me all of it. Wreck me. Remind me why I let you do this to me three fucking times.”

He drove in deeper.

Stretching me inch by inch until I was crying into the pillow and biting my own hand just to stay conscious.

When he bottomed out, when his hips finally met mine and I felt every thick inch locked inside my dripping, swollen cunt–I knew I wasn’t going to survive the night.

“Oh my God, Connor” I moaned, legs trembling over his shoulders, “You’re too deep. You’re hitting something. You’re breaking me.”

“I’m making you mine again,” he growled, pulling back just enough to slam into me harder. “You’re already full of my child. Now I want you full of my curn too.”

My hair was sticking to my face. My back was arched like a bow.

He gripped my hips and started fucking me in earnest.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, jaw clenched. “Even after everything. Even pregnant.

“I feel everything” I whimpered, clinging to his back like I was trying to claw my way into his skin. Every inch. Every vein. Every thrust. You’re splitting me open, Connor. I swear I can feel you in my ribs.”

“Good,” he growled. “You’re gonna remember this. You’re gonna feel me all fucking night.”

He pulled back and slammed into me again, and this time I screamed. Not softly. Not like a porn star. I screamed like a woman being fucked so deep and so full that she forgot how the world worked.

“I don’t care how many kids we have,”

“I don’t care how many stretch marks I give you. I don’t care how full your belly gets. You’re still mine, Lily. You’ll always be mine.”

“I am,” I cried out, tears spilling now, not from sadness but from how good he felt, from how full my heart and pussy were at the same time. “I’m so yours. I was made for you. My body was built to take this cock and give you babies.”

“Say that again,” he demanded, slamming into me so hard the bed groaned.

“My body was made for you,” I sobbed. “For your cock. For your cum. For your name. For your babies. I belong to you, Connor. Always.”

He let out a noise that sounded half–human, half–wolf, and suddenly he was pressing even deeper, grinding his hips into mine like he was trying to fuck me past the limit of what I could handle.

“Your cunt is choking me,” he breathed. “It’s sucking me in like it doesn’t want to let me go. You’re wetter than you’ve ever been. You’re swallowing me like you want another baby.”

“I do,” I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “I always want more. I want everything. I want your cum dripping out of me while I carry your name and your blood and your next fucking child.”

He froze for a second. Just one.

And then he lost it.

He flipped me carefully onto my side, cradling my belly, and pulled my leg up over his arm as he pushed back inside me from behind.

He didn’t say a word.

He just started fucking me harder.

“You like this, don’t you?” he said, thrusting deep as he spoke. “You like being pregnant and getting fucked like this. You like how full I make you feel.”

He did it again.

“Say it.”

“I like it,” I cried, gripping the pillow like it was the only thing keeping me grounded. “I love it. I love when you fuck me like this. I love being full of your cock. I love being full of your cum. I love carrying your babies. I love everything. Just don’t stop. Please, Connor, don’t stop.”

His hand left my hip and slid down between my thighs, and when his fingers rubbed my clit, I lost every last shred of sanity I had left.

“Oh my God,” I sobbed, my voice shaking uncontrollably. “You’re going to make me cum again. I can’t–I can’t hold it. I’m going to–Connor, I’m going to-”

“Let go,” he commanded, still fucking me slow but deep, dragging every inch of himself out before slamming it back in like he was engraving his name inside me. “I want you to cum on my cock while I’m buried inside this pussy. Let me feel it. Let me feel how much you fucking love this.”

And I did.

I came so hard I screamed into the pillow, thighs clenching, back arching, whole body seizing around him like my cunt was trying to trap him inside and never let him go. I squirted. I shook. My vision went white. I cried his name like it was the only word I remembered.

And he didn’t stop.

He fucked me right through it, like my orgasm was just the beginning, like he needed to claim every ounce of it before he finished.

“You were made for this,” he growled behind me. “You were made for me. Look at you. Taking every inch like you’re starving. Even with my baby in you. Even with your thighs soaked. You still want more.”

“I want all of it,” I cried. “I want everything. I want your cum. I want your cock. I want your name inside me. I want you.”

He grabbed my jaw and pulled my head back until his mouth was on my ear.

“Then take it,” he snarled. “Because I’m about to fucking give it to you.”

And he started thrusting harder.

Like he was on the edge and losing control and didn’t care if he took me with him.

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