Like he hadn’t touched me. Like he hadn’t just rubbed my clit until I was shaking and soaked and seconds from cumming.
Like I wasn’t standing there panting, nipples hard, thighs sticky, soaked all the way through my panties, my legs trembling from how bad I needed to be fucked.
Like I was supposed to just walk away.
Like I was supposed to fix my dress and get a drink and sit down and smile like my pussy wasn’t still throbbing from the heat of his fingers.
“Please,” I said, and I hated how my voice sounded..shaky and broken and too fucking soft, like I’d already lost.
Like I was already defeated and dripping and begging just from those few cold words. I wasn’t supposed to care this much.
I wasn’t supposed to want him this badly. But I did. I cared so much it hurt, and I wanted him. so badly my cunt was still clenching like it thought he might come back. “Please, Connor, don’t do this to me.”
He stopped walking.
Not all the way. Not like he turned around. But he paused. Like he’d heard something he wasn’t ready to admit out loud.
Like my voice-my ruined, whimpering, needy little voice-had wormed its way under his skin and cracked something open.
“Please fuck me,” I said next, louder this time. It came out fast. Too fast. Like I’d been holding it in for so long that the second the words slipped out, the rest came pouring after them like a fucking flood I couldn’t stop.
“Please. I’m not playing games. I’m not being cute. I’m not some clueless little girl teasing just for fun. I’m wet. I’m ruined. I’m literally throbbing. I can still feel your fingers on me and it’s making me crazy. I swear, I can’t walk to that lounge like this. I’ll be dripping down my thighs before I make it to the end of the hallway.”
He didn’t speak. But I knew he was listening. I saw the way his shoulders tensed, the way his hands curled into fists at his sides, like he wanted to stay calm but his body wasn’t letting him. I could feel the tension crackling off him like heat. And I kept going, because I knew if I stopped now, I’d cry.
“Please, Daddy,” I whispered, and the second I said it, my stomach flipped because I knew how that sounded. I knew what that word did to both of us.
“Please just fuck me. Right here. Right now. Against the wall. In the hallway. I don’t care where. I don’t care if someone hears.
“I don’t care if you don’t kiss me or hold me or even look me in the eyes. I just want your cock. I want to feel it.
“I want to feel you stretch me open so deep I forget my own name. I want to cry on your chest. I want to scream. I want to hurt.”
His fists clenched tighter. His jaw shifted. He was trying not to move. Trying not to turn around. Trying to stay in control. But he was losing.
And so was I.
I stepped forward. My legs were trembling. My thighs were soaked. My pussy was pulsing like it had a heartbeat of its own. And I knew my dress was clinging to every inch of me now, damp and obvious and soaked with everything he had done to me.
“You said I couldn’t take it,” I went on, and my voice cracked but I didn’t stop. “You said I’d cry. You said I’d scream. You said I’d break.
“But I want to. I want you to break me. I want to feel what it’s like to have a real Alpha inside me, holding me down, stuffing me full, knotting me until I’m sobbing from how full I am. I Daddy want to be your first. Your last. I want to be the only virgin you ever fuck and ruin and keep.”
I was shaking so hard I could barely breathe, but I still kept going. I couldn’t stop. The words just kept coming out of me like a storm.
“I don’t care about romance,” I said, my voice loud now, desperate and wild and completely feral. “I don’t care about dates or promises or pretending. I want your cock. I want you to be the first thing that ever splits me open.
“I want to ride it until I can’t see straight. I want to feel your knot stretch me so wide I see stars. I want your cum dripping out of me for days. I want to be sore every time I sit. I want to taste you. I want to gag. I want to choke. I want to cry while you fuck me and still beg for more.”
He turned.
Slowly.
Like he was trying to control a monster.
His eyes dropped to my thighs, then to the wet spot that had already soaked through the thin fabric between my legs. Then lower.
To the tremble in my knees. To the way I was biting my lip. To the way I was shaking. And I knew he could smell it. I knew he could smell how ruined I already was for him. Slick, hot, slick again, and still dripping.
“Please,” I begged, because I wasn’t done yet. I was never done. “Please don’t make me go to the lounge like this. Please don’t make me walk past other people while my pussy is still soaked and swollen and aching for your cock.
“Please don’t make me go to the bathroom again and slide my fingers in while I cry your name into my own palm. Please don’t make me touch myself when I know how much better it would feel if it were you.”
He didn’t speak.
He just stared.
But I knew he heard every word.
I could feel the air shift. I could feel his restraint slipping. I could feel his control hanging on by a thread. And my whole body was screaming for him to snap it.
“Please,” I whispered again. “Please fuck me, Daddy. I don’t care how rough. I don’t care how filthy. I want it. I want you. I want to be split wide open and filled until I’m sobbing and broken and happy. Please, just do it. Please.”
And then I waited.
Not breathing.
Not blinking.
Because whatever he said next was going to either kill me or make me cum on the spot.
**Connor**
I never intended to bump into her. I wasn’t planning to see her or speak to her. I was tired. I was irritated.
My head was full of unfinished business..pack obligations, messages I hadn’t responded to, threats I hadn’t crushed yet.
I just wanted to walk into my room, collapse face-first into the bed, and maybe send out a few texts to the pack leaders before falling asleep. That was it. Nothing more. Nothing less.
But the second I opened my door, I heard it.
Feminine. A moan..so breathy and sweet it made my entire body stiffen in place like I’d just walked into a warzone.
I paused with my hand still on the doorknob, heart suddenly thudding like a drum. I tilted my head. Listened harder. Waited.
And then I heard it again.
“Connor…”
My name.
My fucking name in that voice..her voice. You have got to be kidding me.
But not the way she usually said it. This time, it was soaked Erotic. It came out like a moan that had been pulled from her throat by force, like she couldn’t hold it back no matter how hard she tried. I could hear the need in it. The ache. The wet.
And then it came.
The word that made my cock throb so hard I saw stars.
“Yes, Daddy…”
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