“Okay, you—” I start, and Whit’s already climbing up onto the bed. “Jammies off first.”
His face falls hard. “But then I’ll probably get… my milk might…” He whispers the last word. “Spray.”
“That’s right. Daddy wants your milk all over his body.”
Whit groans and bites his lip before looking to the sky. “But. It’s weird.”
“It’s sexy as fuck. Now get your cute butt out of those jammies and on my dick before I get myself off and you can pump,” I hiss through my teeth, and his body shivers.
“I’m going!” He climbs down and removes his clothes. Both his hands move to cover his nipples, and I grin.
“Such a shy boy. Now get on this dick and ride me like a bronco. Don’t make me ask again.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I put both arms behind my head, watching as my big boy grabs my cock and lines it up with his tight hole. The resistance is fucking delicious, and it makes it that much sweeter to work my way inside.
Whit clearly loves it as he arches his back and thrusts his chest out. His milk is already dribbling from his nipples, but I want more, so I reach up and squeeze his left nipple. I almost laugh when the spray of warm milk splashes across my chest.
“Daddy. Don’t,” he whines but finishes lowering himself down until he’s seated on my pelvis.
“Whose milk is this?” I grab his hips in warning, but really, it’s just to keep him from moving too soon. I’ve got stamina for days, but something about this boy, his milk, hell, even the stuffed animal watching us is too good for even me.
“Yours, Daddy.” I grab his other nipple and squeeze. His fingers reach out to stop my hand, but he doesn’t pull me away, just massages his pecs.
“Yeah, that’s a good boy,” I praise as little streams and dribbles of milk fall down to cover my body. It’s warm at first, but then it cools kinda like cum, but not as sticky. “Go ahead. Take whatyou need from Daddy.” I release his hips, and he wastes no time bouncing on my dick. “Oh fuck… Look at those strong thighs,” I praise and bring my nails down them hard. Just enough to make angry red lines that quickly fade.
“Yes, Daddy, yes!”
“Why don’t you squeeze your tits for me? Show me how you like it.”
“No.” He shakes his head but keeps riding me. “I don’t want to make a mess.”
“It’s too late for that, boy. Fuck—” I almost bite through my damn lip when he tweaks his own nipple and clamps down hard on me. “So tight! So fucking…”
My hips come up to meet his downward thrust, and I don’t think I can wait much longer to cum, but he needs to come first, so I bat his hand away and twist both nipples.
“Daddy!” His warm milk sprays and drips down my arms. Every time the milk slows, I squeeze him harder. “I’m going to cum! Daddy, please?”
“Grab your dick, boy,” I order, because I’m so ready to cum too. “Work it hard like those nipples. I want all of your milk on me.”
Whit cries out, and I smile at myself.
I never even let anyone cum on me before and now look. I’ve got a hot man coming all over my chest while spraying me with his milk.
Who knew?
“Good boy.” I massage his pecs in a downward motion, trying to get all of his milk out. “Now it’s Daddy’s turn. I want you to rock those sexy hips of yours until I blow inside you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he purrs and then surprises me by rolling his hips like a goddamn stripper.
“Holy shit!” I gasp. “Why didn’t I know you could move like that?”
“We’ve never been dancing.”
“Oh fuck, we’re going!”
“I’d like that. Then I can show you all the moves.” He leans back and props himself up on his ankles.
