“It’s like pins and needles at first, when you first break the seal.”
That earns me a little shy grin, and I can tell right now he genuinely is curious about how my body works. “But then the feeling of being emptied is relieving. Pair that with my insane attraction to you. With your mouth on me, the noises you make, the way you grind into me as you swallow, I don’t know. It goes from function to erotic really fast.
“If you ever want to stop, you’d tell me, right?”
I nod. “And the same for you. If you ever want to quit or try something else, you’d tell me, right?”
He nods. “But I don’t think I’ll get over it. And right now, that's all I can think about.”
“So come and get me.” I arch my brow. He takes a few steps toward me, then stops.
“Get on the bed, with your back against the headboard.”
My skin prickles and my breasts honestly begin to ache. It’s like they know he’s near. I scramble onto the bed, in the position he directed me to. I don’t know what he has in store, but I know as he climbs onto the bed and puts his head in my lap that I’m going to fucking love it.
Angling his body so that I can reach his cock, he then instructs me to grip him. Finding him hot and sticky, I grin down at the most beautiful man in the world on my thighs. “You’re leaking,” I smile, letting go of his cock long enough to present him my sticky, glistening hand.
“You too,” he winks back, dragging a finger up the swollen underside of my breast, collecting a stray drop of milk. Watching his tongue curl around his finger tip sends a rush of heat to my pussy.
“Stroke me,” he whispers as he fishes his arm under my legs, sliding two fingers into my pussy. With one palm, he kneads my breast, and the other, he finger fucks me. A moment later, my head is tipped back as he latches and starts to suck. Remembering to focus, I reach between his legs, finding his cock harder than ever.
After a large swallow he releases my pert nipple and looks up at me, lips already swollen. My cunt pulses as he curls his fingers inside me, all while keeping eye contact. “Use it on my cock,” he groans, flicking his tongue across the peak of my breast. Without question, I knead myself until a small puddle of milk fills my palm, and carefully lower it to him.
The groan that tears out of him when my milk drips down his shaft and balls is so feral and raw that my spine curls and my pussy grips his fingers.
The wide pad of his thumb lands on my clit as he finger fucks me slowly, drinking me in the same leisurely pace. I stroke him a bit harder because when I slow down, he starts to pump his hips in my direction. It’s the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen. Or one of the top few things, considering my view of my nipple stuffed into his mouth, the sight of his Adam’s apple working up and down as he drinks my sweet, warm milk—that’s pretty fucking hot.
And since his mouth is full, I guess I’ll have to be the dirty talker now. In a low tone I say, “are you going to cum from sucking my tits?” He groans, sending a vibration through my milk-heavy breast. It feels so good.
“Are you going to paint yourself with cum from sucking my tits and swallowing me like the greedy boy you are?”
He groans again, raspier, wilder, more unhinged. Popping off my breast–which feels considerably better already–he pants up at me. “Fuck, baby, that mouth.” With his hips still surging forward into my milky palm, he brings his mouth back to my breast and starts to suck again, drinking in quick bursts like he wants it so bad he can’t exercise an ounce of control. It’s so hot.
His fingers pump inside me with more speed while his thumb continues its slow stroking patterns over my very swollen clit. God, I’m so close.
“You love it when I jack your milky cock, don’t you?” I whisper, earning me a deep thrust with his fingers. My spine straightens as everything in my lower half twists tight. It’s getting hard to hold back. I pump him faster, noticing how red and angry his erection looks as he drives it toward me.
“Be a good boy, drain me some more, and I’ll let you cum all over my tits.”
He fingers me like he’s playing a solo on his guitar, each finger moving with its own unique orders, executing each move with precision and power. My toes curl, and my belly tightens.
My mind grows fuzzy as my brain focuses on the steadygulp, gulp, gulpcoming from the man whose fingers are inside me.
The noise is so erotic; it’s got meright there,aching to cum. With my free hand, I drape it over his throat as he switches breasts, and the nextgulp, gulp, gulpwiggling beneath my palm makes me explode.
Holding his fingers deep, he moans and groans with a mouthful of nipple as I come on his hand, my hips barely wiggling, but my mouth still moving.
“I’m cumming, oh fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” I hear myself chanting as my palm temporarily loses contact with his cock.
He’s off my breast long enough to grumble, “grab it, grab it, grab it.”
With my walls spasming all around his solid fingers, I pull out of the orgasmic haze long enough to wrap my hand around him again.
Just in time.
His head drops to my lap, releasing my breast, and can’t help but watch the remaining white on his tongue slide away as he moans and groans, cum ribboning up his chest, onto mine.
I’ve taken him in my throat and experienced him spreading through my insides, but seeing him ejaculate like this, as he thrusts his hips, holds his eyes closed like he’s losing his mind, moaning in my lap, his hand buried in my cunt—it’s incredibly erotic and bonding.