I sigh with relief. “Thank you.”
He kisses me quick before he frowns at my chest. “Ugh, that little tramp had his mouth on you first.” He looks around.
“Oh, there’s some towels over there.” I point.
“Good.” He grabs what he needs and wipes my nipple off.
“You’re leaking like crazy.”
“I didn’t pump before— Holy hell!” Leo latches on and sucks aggressively. He doesn’t waste time and gets to work. The bunnies like to tease and flick their tongues around, but not him. “God, that feels amazing,” I praise and lay my head back.
“Tell me if I do it wrong.” He hurries the words out and is right back to business.
“No, it’s amazing. You’re sucking me like a Da— man would and not a Little.”
Leo smiles smugly around my nipple before he pulls back slightly. “Daddy?”
I throw my arm over my eyes. I might as well tell him everything. He probably already knows because I’ve called him Daddy like a hundred times.
“Fine. I want a Daddy.”
“Are you a Little?”
“I’m—”
I let out a groan of pleasure as he latches back on, and I close my eyes. I open them when I feel a tap on my side. The look he gives me tells me to continue talking.
“I want to be, but no one wants me as a boy. Everyone assumes I’m the Daddy before I even have the chance to say no.”
“Don’t worry, cutie, I know you’re not the Daddy.” He nuzzles back into my chest.
“Are you a Daddy?” My words are quiet because I’m not sure if I want to hear his answer.
“Let’s talk more later.” He climbs into my lap and leans against the arm of the couch so he can reach my other side. “For now. I have a mess to clean up.”
Leo licks up the milk that spilled while he was feeding and then sucks me in sharply.
I hiss, and he stops.
“Keep going. That was a good noise,” I pant. He raises an eyebrow. “Please?”
I can practically hear his “good boy.”
12
LEO
I can admit this is weird.
Not a bad weird, but a good weird.
His milk is actually really tasty. Slightly sweet, and something about the idea of sucking it from his body has my dick responding, but that’s not surprising since I think Whit is sexy as fuck, but when I think about what we’re doing, I like it.
A lot.
My dick is so hard it’s trying to punch through my zipper, and I almost want to take myself in hand, but that’s what I have Whit for. It’s his job to get me off, but I’m getting desperate for some pressure, so I push down on my dick and moan as I re-adjust myself.
That’s better.
