“Wouldn’t think of it.” He kept that angle, driving into me with steady precision while his hand moved at the same speed around my cock.
The dual sensation was overwhelming, and I whined. “I can’t stop it, Daddy.”
"Come for me, Allen," Patrick whispered. "Let me see you fall apart."
Once I had permission, I let go of the control and allowed pleasure to crash over me in waves. My whole body tensed and then released as I gasped.
“You did so good for Daddy.” Patrick held me through it, whispering soft praise against my skin.
He came too, kissing me as the rhythm of his hips faltered and he buried himself deep inside me. “Fuck!”
We stayed like that for a long moment with panting breaths and racing hearts. Then Patrick carefully pulled out and dealt with the condom before gathering me into his arms.
“Mmm…” I curled into his chest, boneless and satisfied.
His hand rubbed slow circles on my back. "You okay?"
I pressed a kiss to his collarbone and sighed. "Never better."
As I traced lazy patterns on Patrick's chest, my fingers wandered over the solid muscle to his left nipple. That's when I noticed it. A tiny bead of white milk forming at the tip.
My mouth watered as I stared, transfixed by the miracle of his body as another drop appeared.
Patrick followed my gaze and kissed the top of my head. "Side effect of arousal. Happens sometimes."
I licked my lips without meaning to, unable to look away.
"Do you want to drink it direct from me? Like we talked about." Patrick gently lifted my chin so I looked up at him. "You can, if you want. I’d like it."
I swallowed hard as I glanced at the milk again. "Are you sure?"
"Of course." He shifted onto his back and pulled me with him so I was draped across his chest. "Get in whatever position is most comfortable for you."
I angled myself over his left side, suddenly nervous about what it would feel like. I loved drinking from bottles and sucking on pacifiers, but this was different. His nipple was practically flat, and I wasn’t sure how to start. "How do I...?"
One of Patrick's hands cupped the back of my head while the other cupped his pectoral muscle, making enough skin protrude for me to grip it. "Just draw the whole thing into your mouth and suck. Once you get a good seal, you can latch on like you would with a bottle. You’ll get it."
I lowered my head and pulled his nipple into my mouth. It took a second to get the motion right, but then my tongue flattened against his skin, and milk quickly flowed after that. The first taste hit my tongue, and I moaned. It was warm and sweet and even better than from the bottle.
"That's it," Patrick murmured, his fingers threading through my hair. "Good boy. Just like that."
I relaxed against him and settled into a rhythm, suckling steadily while the milk flowed down my throat.
Patrick moved his hand to my back and rubbed soothing circles.
Everything else faded away until there was just this. Just us and the comfort of being held and fed and cared for by my Daddy.
I wasn’t surprised in the least when I felt myself slipping into Little space, that soft fuzzy headspace where everything was simple and safe.
"That's it, my sweet boy. Drink up. Daddy's got plenty for you."
My dick was hard again, but I ignored it. I didn’t want anything to distract me from the delicious milk in my tummy.
When the flow from his left side slowed, Patrick gently guided me to switch. "Other side now, sweetheart."
I latched onto his right nipple, already feeling better at finding the right position. The milk flowed easier this time, and my eyes drifted closed.
Patrick hummed a wordless tune that vibrated through his chest while his fingers stroked through my hair.
