Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
He asked her about ten thousand questions about me and then about if there would be any problems for the baby not getting that first colostrum… I didn’t even know he knew what that word meant.
Once his worries were calmed, he couldn’t get me home fast enough to start feasting on my rapidly-engorging breasts.
He’s crazy, but I’ve never seen him so out of his mind as he was when that first spray of milk hit his tongue.
Since then, it’s becoming a big thing in our lives, and I gotta say, it’s hot.
“Tits out. I wanna see that milk dripping.” He growls as he takes the last turn off the main road toward our house. “Get ‘em out, baby. Daddy’s hungry. I’m going to feed you my cock too, don’t you worry. You’re gonna have a belly full of cream too.”
Turbulence rocks my insides as I spread open the slits on my nursing dress, unclip the top snaps on my nursing bra, and set my tits free.
“Oh fuck, yeah. That’s my girl. So sexy. God, you make Daddy’s cock fucking ache.”
By the time we get home, lust is turning him into a madman as my pussy gushes and the front of my dress is soaking wet.
Inside the front door, he sets me down after carrying me like a doll from the garage through the back hallway and toward the living room, where he sets me on the special feeding chair he had built which puts me at the perfect height for him to nurse while also spreading my legs to fuck.
It’s an interesting piece of furniture, and the few people we’ve had come into the house all comment on the unique design. His hands work fast, and within a minute I’m stripped to my birthday suit and placed into the special chair.
“Feet,” he snaps, nodding to his open palms, and once he secures them in the little footrests made to keep my knees wide and bent, he steps back with a look of triumph.
“Fuck, you get sexier every day.” The sunlight catches the darkness of his eyes as his chest heaves up and down. He strips his own clothes, leaving them in a heap, stepping into position as my belly tumbles and desire wraps itself around me like a dark hug.
His mouth surrounds my nipple in a sucking connection that sends wicked lust all the way into my curling toes. His sounds are eager and animalistic, resonating in the farthest corners of the room.
“So fucking delicious,” he mumbles around the mouthful of my flesh. “These tits and this pussy make me lose my ever-loving shit. Suck and fuck, suck and fuck, you drive me fucking nuts.”
I skim my palms down his shoulders, feeling every sinuous movement under the smooth skin.
He draws on my tight nipple and there’s those zinging little firecrackers going off as the milk comes down, generous and warm into his throat.
I throw my head back onto the padded neck rest on the back of the chair—he thought of everything—and hold my breath as the familiar sensation of the broad tip of his cock applies pressure to my opening.
My belly takes up a good part of the space in between us, but Jesse’s cock is no match for even my pregnant belly. I’ve grown into someone that’s me, but also so different.
Jesse taught me so much about myself. How far I was willing to go into that lost, little girl part of me to heal her and allow her to have the lover and daddy she deserved and needed.
Wet demands erupt between my legs as Jesse’s mouth switches to my other breast, his hands squeezing at the aching fullness as he drives his hips forward, pressing me into a ball as he enters me halfway in one thick thrust.
It’s so hot, milk sprays from my exposed nipple in little white glistening arcs.
I move against his forward pressure, wanting more, more, all of him. Those thick veins throb in my opening as the heavenly sensation of being filled by my Daddy takes me in waves of lust and wonder.
“Good girl. You’ve learned to take Daddy like a champ. Sweet and dirty. My private little cockslut. That’s what you are for me, right, baby?”
Harsh fingers squeeze each breast as he sticks out his tongue, milk spraying over the hard angles of his face as his cock slides in and out, finding my limits then retreating before driving forward again and again.
My sopping wetness makes obscene noises as Jesse’s mouth returns to suckle, harder, harder. He pulls and draws and fucks, jarring my insides and blanking my mind.
It’s a privilege to have him like this. So full of me, so pleasured and fulfilled by what my body offers. We are joined in ways I didn’t understand two people could be.
“Daddy makes it feel so good,” I mutter in celebratory honesty as his hips churn in deeper, longer strokes, matching the long suckling of his hot mouth.