My brows furrow as I try not to act like an unhinged, feral animal, even though that’s exactly how I feel. Blood hammers against my pulse points, adrenaline rushing through my veins like hot lava, but I somehow manage to rein it in long enough to respond.
“Yes,” I choke out. “It’s more than okay.” I’m hanging by a goddamn thread, every part of me desperate to finally sink inside her. But as always, she’s got my fucking number, testing every ounce of my self-restraint with what she does next.
My eyes lock onto her hands as she brings them to her chest, teasing gentle circles around her nipples until they’re as hard as I’ve ever seen them. I watch with rapt attention, afraid to even blink because I don’t want tomiss a single second of what’s happening beneath me. Precum leaks from my cock like a faucet, only coming faster when she squeezes her breasts, causing another bead of milk to form on each peaked tip.
“Goddamn, Finley,” I groan, a forced exhale ripping from my lungs. My mouth waters uncontrollably, the urge to dip down and lick her clean almost overwhelming me to the point where I feel like I may actually pass out. But I continue to fight it, because I’m not sure if we’re on the same page at all.
I’m painfully hard, unable to speak or even form a single rational thought as she continues, the white liquid gathering until it spills over and runs in a thin line down the swells of her tits. Slowly, she drags a finger over the supple flesh, collecting as much milk as she can before lifting it to my lips.
Fuck. Me.
FORTY-FOUR
FINLEY
Theo’s pupilsblow wide as he stares at my offering, silence hanging heavy in the air between us. He told me weeks ago that he’d be into trying my breastmilk, but I wasn’t sure if he was being serious. It’s plucked at the back of my mind ever since, and to my utter shock, I realized that I’m turned on by it too.
He looks tortured, like there’s a war going on in his head. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s worried about taking from his daughter. He saw me break down in tears a few weeks ago after I spilled an almost-full bottle while pumping, but my supply has nearly doubled since then, so there’s plenty for us to experiment with.
Electricity zaps at my skin, my heart pounding like a drum inside my rib cage as he finally gives in to his desires and takes my finger into his mouth. He moans, eyes rolling back as he greedily sucks me clean. My pussy clenches, wetness pushing out and soaking his rock-hard shaft.
When there’s nothing left, he pulls away, both of usturned on and breathing like we just ran a hundred miles. That’s when I decide we’re done playing games. I want more, and with the way his entire frame is shaking, I know I’m not the only one.
Without a word, I curl my hand around the back of his neck and yank him down to my breast. He’s caught by surprise at first, but recovers quickly, latching on and taking a soft pull as I begin to fill his mouth. My fingers sink into his sandy-brown curls, holding him tightly to me becauseholy fuck, this is the hottest experience of my life. Animalistic growls vibrate against my sensitive skin every time he swallows, the sensation making my clit throb painfully with the need to release.
“Theo,” I whimper, unable to look away from where he’s drinking me like he’s dying of thirst. “Tell me how I taste.”
“So fucking sweet, Mama,” he replies, only putting space between us long enough to answer before he dives back in and wraps his lips around my aching nipple. His free hand lowers down my side, sliding under my ass and giving it a rough squeeze. He holds me in place as he grinds his length into me, but it’s nowhere near enough. I need to be filled.
“Please, fuck me,” I plead. “I can’t wait any longer.” I’m burning for him, shaky exhales rushing from my body as he sits back on his heels. His erection looks almost painful, the angry red tip oozing precum and making my mouth water uncontrollably. I’ve never wanted anything the way I want this man right now, and if he doesn’t get inside me soon, I might actually die.
“Condom,” he blurts. “Should we?”
“No,” I reply in a hurry. “No way.”
At my six-week checkup, my obstetrician asked us what we wanted to do about birth control. She made us aware of all the risks, telling us that the chances of becoming pregnant are higher right after delivery. We went home and discussed what we both wanted for the future, ultimately deciding to forgo the pill and leave it up to fate.
Is it a little crazy? Probably. But it’s what we want, and the universe has yet to steer us wrong.
“Hell yeah,” he says, lowering his head and pulling my nipple between his lips once more. At first, I’m confused because I just begged him to fuck me. But when he sits back, mouth still full, and gives me a cocky wink, I know I’m about to have my mind blown.
Slowly, he drops his chin to his chest and opens his mouth, letting the stream of milk roll off the tip of his tongue. It splatters against the valley of his abs, continuing its descent and pooling on the base of his thick, veiny cock. I whimper so loud that I swear it rattles the windows, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip as he wraps his fingers around himself and begins stroking.
Cause of death: Theo Calloway using breastmilk as lube.
I’m completely speechless, my brain short-circuiting as his fist passes over his length. I want to scream. Cry.Anythingto get him to put me out of my misery because I can’t take the emptiness for another excruciating second. Thankfully, he notices the agony in my twisted expression, lowers down onto one hand, lines up at my entrance, and fills me with a slow thrust. Atthe same time, he dips his head, slanting his mouth over mine just in time to swallow the relieved sigh that hurries from my lungs. I’m so full—socomplete—accepting every hard inch of him like I was made to do it.
“Goddamn, you’re tight,” he grits. “I missed this sweet little pussy so much.” He retreats until the tip of his dick is hugged between my lips, then drives forward slowly until his balls are pressed to my asshole. It feels amazing, like finally coming home after being lost for far too long.
“Are you okay?” he asks, lazily sliding in and out. I can tell he’s holding back because he’s fearful of hurting me, but I’m beyond ready to experience new things with him. Things that, up until now, I’ve only gotten in small bits and pieces.
“I’m perfect,” I reply, my eyes fluttering open and connecting with his. “Give me more, Theo. Give me everything. I promise, I can handle it.”
His palm cups my cheek, and a moment of trust and understanding passes between us as my words sink in. “You’ll use your safe word if it’s too much.”
I nod rapidly, letting him know that I’m fully on board with that. He must notice the excitement that dances behind my serious façade, because he chuckles darkly, dropping a chaste kiss to my lips.
“I love you.”
