Page 90 of Milk for His Daddy


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“You’re the first person I’ve ever had bare, and it was fucking incredible.”

“You’re my first too, and I liked it.” He wraps his arms around me tighter and pulls me down. “A lot.”

“Hang on.” I try to move back, but he groans.

“No, don’t go, don’t go.”

“Don’t worry, babe, I’m just going to move so I can suck your tits.”

“But… your cum. It’ll fall out.”

“I didn’t forget.”

I grab the plug off the bed, lube it up, and pull myself out of his warm, wet body. Ugh, I hate the feeling that comes with this part. It’s almost a shock to go from a hot hole to the cold air outside.

I’m quickly distracted by the sight of my cum leaking from my boy’s hole.

I did that. I made that mess.

He’s mine now.

“Hurry, Daddy, hurry. It’s getting away,” Whit begs.

“Of course.” I slide the candy cane plug in and watch as his greedy body sucks it in.

He sighs in relief. “All safe.”

“That’s right, babe. All safe. My greedy cumslut.”

“Yours.” He closes his eyes, and I look him over.

I really made a mess of him. Milk and cum all over his new jammies. He’ll catch a cold if I leave him all wet like that.

“I’m going to have to change your pajamas since you made such a mess.”

Whit hugs himself tight. “No, my jammies.”

I laugh. “Good thing I bought you a few.”

“You have more?” I nod, and he uncrosses his arms. “Okay then.”

“I’m going to have to buy you even more because these are way hotter than I expected them to be.”

“Like them too.”

I help him out of the dirty pajamas and into some clean underwear and new pajamas. I don’t close up the front because he’s leaking, so I take a towel and press it over the side I’m not sucking and get to work emptying my boy.

Whit pets my head and sighs. “You’re the best drinker. Not like the boys. They tease too much.”

“That’s because Daddies don’t mess around.”

“Nope.”

I need to be careful, though. Sometimes I drink too fast and I get a tummy ache.

What? I’m small and he’s big.

Thankfully, he isn’t too full right now, so I’m not too full. By the time I’m done, it feels like Whit might be asleep, but when I remove my mouth, he whines.