Mated to My Best Friend's Alpha Daddy

Restraint

~AMARIS

The unending storm in my pulse was louder than my heartbeat. Every overwhelming second he stepped just one inch closer made my skin tremble in a way I had never really experienced before.

My body adjusted on the bed before I agreed. I couldn't look away from his leaking c**k. The bulge was very huge. Much bigger than I imagined.

His shaft was massive, I could almost accurately tell how thick it was even from under his sweatpants.

I moaned silently.

He was in front of me now. My wolf howled, yearning to get a hold of what it was seeing in front of me.

To feel the size.

To finally get hold of something it had been craving.

A small whimping sound escaped my lips.

His knee touched my thigh and I slowly lifted my eyes to meet his own.

Dark. Pitch Dark.

Dominating.

Possessing my wolf without even having to say a word.

He grabbed my neck. Not quickly, just slow enough for his touch to send shivers running down my spine.

“ah, daddy,” I whispered impulsively, his touch causing me to lose control of myself.

Then he pushed gently until my back was on the bed. He climbed on the bed, still holding my neck, his knees dipping into the mattress.

My breath caught.

He leaned into me, his breath caressing my skin, grip still clasped against my neck like he owned me and could do whatever he wanted.

His lips brushed my body. “Do you know what your scent does to me, little wolf?”

His voice was deep and smooth, pouring from his lips in a low growl, his breath hovering on my face with the kind of heated tension that made me leak on his bedsheet.

His other hand slid to my legs and he separated them like it was nothing.

Oh goddess, I moaned.

My breathing was faster now, breath hitching every time the tip of his fingers grazed my skin.

Then I felt them in my p***y.

My p***y lips.

I was drenched down there. Soaked like someone who would die soon from not getting f****d.

He parted my lips.

Oh heavens, the sound it made.

Soft. Slurpy. Wet.

I gasped.

He moved his finger between my lips, gliding it across my p***y.

I pinned my head to the bed and gripped the sheets, trying as hard as I could, not to scream.

He pushed his finger inside me.

Just the tip.

I bit my lips hard, my legs beginning to shake.

He took out the finger and shoved the tip in again, thrusting in and out of my wet p***y hole with his finger.

But that was not enough. Not even half enough.

I wanted his d**k. The huge monster d**k that was also leaking for me.

Like he could hear my thoughts, he pulled his finger out of me and brought himself to kneel between my legs.

Now he was loosening the rope of his sweatpants. My heart raced when I caught the movements of his finger working to set his monster free and finally let me see his massive c**k.

Finally,

Oh my goodness, finally!

He dragged the trousers down slowly. And the pace made me itch. It made the ache in my core deepen as I died waiting to see it.

Finally I saw the root of the shaft. Then he dragged the shorts lower until his entire length came into view.

My breath ceased.

Literally ceased.

I pressed my lips together as they shivered against each other. I wanted to clasp my thighs to hold myself from cumming already, but he was between them.

My c**t was thudding heavily.

The tip of his c**k was red, swollen and wet. A testament to how much he had been holding himself back from f*****g me.

From sliding that c**k deep inside my p***y and thrusting heavens out of my wolf.

I was dying of hunger

He was too.

Yet he had been holding himself back from making me his own.

He tossed the pants to the other end of the bed. Then he held his c**k and leaned into me.

I spread my legs wide without hesitating.

Oh goddess, so this was the time where he would finally make me his.

He brought his monstrous c**k to my p***y, directing the shaft to where it truly belonged.

The tip touched me first.

He used it to spread my p***y lips apart, his precum mixing with my slick.

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned with my eyes closed.

I couldn't even notice my own breathing, my entire mind was clouded with the thoughts that the d**k of my best friend's father was touching my cunt.

He let out a groan, then he slapped his c**k over my lips.

I shivered, my legs vibrating slightly.

Then he started gliding the body of his c**k across my lips.

It was rough from the veins printed all over it, tip red and glistening, not just from his c*m now but my slick as well.

The slick of his own daughter's best friend.

He groaned and his face fell into my neck, his d**k still gliding on my p***y.

For a moment, his fangs brushed my neck lightly. I felt it.

But then he groaned and kissed me on my neck instead.

He moved his hips against me, his c**k still spreading my p***y lips and sliding against my cunt.

Then I felt his fangs again.

It lingered on my neck for a bit longer this time, his hips moving against me.

For a moment, I wished he would just leave every restraint and mark me.

He grabbed my boobs and squeezed it. Then he pushed his c**k to go inside me. The tip parted my lips and he continued pushing.

I winced immediately from the pain.

But then he groaned. The sound reverberated deeply. So loud, I felt the vibration in my bones.

Then he pulled back immediately.

Instinctively.

He didn't think twice.

Just pulled his c**k out of me and pulled away.

My lips parted, face flushed.

“Why?” The word managed to escape my throat in a whisper.

He didn't respond, just got out of the bed and grabbed his sweatpants again.

I watched him.

Laying there, almost lifelessly, begging silently for him to come and finish what he had started.

But he didn't look at me again.

He wore his sweatpants and walked back to the bed where I laid like someone who was about to give up on life.

“Get up.” he said, his tone commanding, leaving no chance for objection.

I stood up immediately, my legs shaking, my p***y was extremely wet. I ached, my n*****s painfully solid.

My breath was unsteady, hitching every time I held back the tears building up in my chest.

I got out of the bed and stood in front of him, covering my exposed body with the dress. The man I was looking at now wasn't the same as the man who had pinned me on the bed and attempted to claim me just moments ago.

The stance wasn't the same anymore. Not when he folded his arm like that, holding a terrifying unreadable expression.

“Leave.”

“I- I…”

“Leave now!” My body shook from the unexpected tone of his voice. I stepped forward immediately.

I moved past him.

When I got to the door, I swallowed and whined the knob, pulling the door open with hands that didn't feel like it still had blood running in it.

The light and air in the hallway hit me.

It was different.

The air there wasn't thick with domination. It didn't smell thickly like him.

But the moment I stepped out and closed the door, my hand froze on the knob.

She was standing just a few feet away. And she wasn't supposed to see me coming out of that room.