Page 16 of Milk Drunk

His eyes opened up and locked with mine. Casey didn’t stop sucking, but he nodded, giving my nipple a shot of pain. Totally worth it.

“Then let me have that perfect dick of yours, sweet boy.” He released his grip, and I continued where he left off, jacking him at a slow and steady pace.

Casey’s eyes were closed, and he squirmed in my arms, lifting off the couch as if trying to drive harder into my grip. He might’ve thought he was being sneaky, but my boy was needy as fuck and it was my job to take care of his needs.

“You’re such a good boy for Daddy.” I stroked harder. Faster. Pushing him to the edge, taking from him as he was taking from me. “Come for me, baby.”

He sucked faster, never releasing his latch while he fucked my fist. My boy needed my milk and my hand at the same time.

And I needed it too. The way he emptied my body while I emptied his was fucking hot. When all his muscles tightened up and his cock began to pulse, I knew he was there. "There you go." I kept my pace quick and even as his orgasm rolled through him in waves and my grip was lubed with his cream. “Give it all to me.”

He came with a muffled sound against my chest, and his hips pressed all the way into my fist as he chased every last tremor of pleasure. For a moment, my milk was forgotten as my boy relaxed against me with pink cheeks and a ragged breath.

"Feeling better, sweetheart?" I brushed some hair back from his forehead.

Casey opened his eyes and flashed a lazy smile. “Mm.”

I was happy to hold him here all night, but Casey had other plans. He flipped over in my lap and tugged and pawed until he had my cock out and pointing straight at his mouth.

"Your turn." I couldn’t have stopped him if I wanted to, because there was no time. My sweet boy just swallowed my cock deep into his throat and went to work on it.

He moved quickly, coating me with warm saliva as his fingers explored my balls. He played with them for a minute before sliding his fingertips back toward my hole.

“Fuck, baby.” I shuddered at the rush of sensations taking hold of me. His soft tongue and tight suction on my dick felt just as good as it did on my chest. “That feels so good.”

Casey pulled me closer to him so he could go deeper, and his gaze locked with mine as he swallowed my glans.

I dropped my head back as my hand combed through his hair before gently gripping him. “Take your time, baby. There’s no rush.” What I wanted to say was that he needed to stay very still so I could compose myself, but I didn’t want him to stop.

I wanted the moment to go on forever.

There was a new confidence in the way he moved, taking charge of my pleasure like he’d been doing it for a long time. Maybe it was only the first time, but I hoped like hell it wouldn’t be the last.

"Casey, my sweet boy." When I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer, I released his hair and fisted my hands next to my hips. "I’m gonna come."

He hummed around me, creating a vibration that went straight to my core.

I wanted to make it last longer, but I was there. Ready to explode in his mouth and feed him more of the cream he seemed to seek out from me. “That’s it, baby. Take all that you want.”

The pressure built quickly, and I gave in, allowing the release to start in my balls but it extended out to every nerve ending until I was sweating from the exertion.

Casey never slowed down. He just pressed down deeper, swallowing around me so he didn’t miss a single drop. Such a good boy.

“Yes, baby. So fucking good for Daddy.” The waves of pleasure kept rolling, not letting up after one or two. I felt every spurt of come that left my body as if it were being shot through a cannon. Nothing had ever created that kind of reaction in me, but I knew it was more than a physical response.

What I was feeling was emotional and psychological and maybe even spiritual too.

I didn’t have a name for what Casey did to me, but it was all-encompassing.

And when he pulled back and smiled up at me with glistening lips, I knew I was done for. This boy who looked entirely too pleased with himself had me wrapped around his little finger.

"Good?" He crawled up my body and settled against my chest once again. His new favorite spot, and my new favorite spot for him.

"Perfect." With both arms wrapped around him, I pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "You're perfect."

He hummed again and more of his body weight was pressed into me. It was exactly how I wanted him to rest. In my arms where I knew he’d always be safe and protected.

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