Sunshine & Ink

25. Raker

CHAPTER 25

Raker

“ C an I help you with anything?” I asked, knocking gently on the door of my room. “Hopefully you sleep well tonight,” I added.

Sunni was sleeping in my bed while I bunked in the prospect room.

The revelation that she was carrying my baby had almost brought me to my knees.

My child, my woman, my wife.

How had I fucking screwed up something that should have been the most treasured part of my life? How had I thrown away Sunni’s love like it was nothing? With one raw brutal action I had shattered her sweet, pure love for me,

“I’m fine,” Sunni said, but I saw a flash of pain cross her face, as she put a hand to her side.

My heart immediately clutched with fear.

Was something wrong?

Was Sunni sick?

Was she keeping an illness, an injury, from me?

“You’re not fine,” I said sternly, crossing over to her. “Tell me right goddamn now what’s wrong.”

“I’m fine,” she insisted, backing up until the side of her knees hit the bed. “My milk is just coming in.”

“Your milk?” I asked. “How do we fix it?”

“ We don’t fix anything,” she said, but I saw her swallow convulsively, her breasts heavy and swollen under her robe. “I just need to take a warm shower and put on a cold compress for the pressure.”

I felt the heat and need for her grow in my chest, extending outward to my limbs, infusing all my cells with a savage urgency that I couldn’t indulge in.

I had never needed to control myself, never had a desire for a woman thwarted like this before.

But Sunni was no ordinary woman. She was my queen, the mother of my child, my wife. The woman I had given up all random pussy for. I could never love anyone like her.

“Let me,” I said, “let me help.”

She hesitated. But she didn’t say no, just tightened her hands on the bedsheets.

Watching the way her chest rose and fell, I drew the corner of her little robe aside to see a big wet patch on her tiny tank top.

“Sunni, I promised I wouldn’t take you unless you wanted it. I made no promises about helping you. I am always going to help you when you need it, whether you want me to or not.”

Her eyes darkened, and I could feel my cock twitching in my pants.

I know she wants me, as sure as I know anything.

“Let me help you,” I said, not breaking eye contact as her hands crumpled the bedsheets, her nipples tightening under my gaze as the wetness spread further.

The sweet, full-bodied smell of her milk filled the air.

I have never wanted a woman this badly, never cared about making a woman fall in love with me.

But losing Sunni changed me.

I don’t want her just to warm my bed. I need her to look at me with love. I could grip her by that long strawberry-blonde ponytail and bulldoze through her objections as soon as my lips hit her throat, master her with my fingers in her wet, welcoming cunt.

But I can’t risk it, if she really means that she wouldn’t ever trust me again.

She hesitated, biting her lip, and my cock is hanging hard down my leg, straining at the fabric of my pants.

“Lie down on the bed,” I ordered, and with one little gasp, she did.

I stepped closer, wrapping my hand around the back of her throat to keep her steady. Her beautiful pregnant belly brushed by my rough hand and I couldn’t resist a swift kiss, my hand spanning her round, firm stomach just for the joy of knowing it was my baby in there. Then I carefully peeled down her tank top, my fingers involuntarily tightening as her round, swollen breast came into view. Big, creamy drops were spilling down her heavy breasts, her nipples looking pink and needy.

“They hurt,” Sunni said, and she sounded breathless. “I think I just need a little more to come out to relieve the pain.”

“I’ll fix that.”

My fingers were on fire with her heat, the power she had over me.

I began to rub her breast carefully, in a circular fashion, wanting to be gentle with her.

Sunni’s chest rose and fell faster now, and she made a suppressed noise, her lips tightening.

More drops appeared, dripping down her pink nipples.

Her breast was still heavy and swollen, begging for help in my hand and I worked slowly and deliberately, carefully encouraging more milk from both breasts, then dabbing her dry with a soft towel.

Sunni wiggled under my hands, and I could see her thighs rub together.

“Let me take care of you,” I almost groaned. “Everywhere. I can tell your body is needy.”

“I do not want to have sex with you,” Sunni said firmly, and I felt it like a knife to my gut.

I deserved it, but it was still like a raw blow to my insides.

I had no option but to convince Sunni over time that I could be trusted again.

“I can relieve your need,” I said, tightening my fingers on her soft skin, drops falling one after the other now. “I won’t try to have sex with you. I promise.”

Sunni bit her lip, bringing a pop of color into her already pink and soft lips, and I felt the sweat roll down my back at how much I wanted her.

“All right,” she said after a moment, letting her thighs fall apart.

I could have fucking howled at the moon at how delicious she smelled, and I fell on her pussy like a starving man at a feast, ripping down her panties and settling between her legs.

Her lips were swollen and needy, and I circled her straining clit with my tongue, feeling precum start to drip down my thighs.

My lips were all over her, my hands tightening on her soft skin as I greedily breathed in her intoxicating scent.

“Right there,” she gasped, arching her back so her belly was pressed into the air, her hips starting to jerk wildly as I brought her closer to her peak.

She was so wet and ready for me.

Her sweet milk flowed down her breasts, soaking my shoulders, and I raised my head and tasted one as it dripped down her belly, dragging my tongue across her skin greedily, and I groaned aloud at how delicious it was.

I carefully moved my fingers into her tight cunt, carefully pressing and curling until I found that spot I knew she liked.

She was as sweet as honey, and it didn’t take any time at all for her to respond to my fingers and lips, crying out softly as she came, grinding her wet pussy all over my face as I licked up every wet drop.

Every cell in my body wanted to take her now, and I knew if I put my cock at her entrance, she’d melt into me.

But I had promised.

I kissed her, my tongue plunging into her mouth, torturing myself with how sweet she tasted on my lips.

“Call me if you need anything else,” I said roughly. “Even if it’s a drink or a midnight snack.”

I stood up to go, dreading to leave her little kittenish noises, but knowing if I stayed I wouldn’t be able to keep my word.

“You’re going to be looking for the Celestial Abode soon,” Sunni said. “Isn’t this the time where you tell me your men will protect me if you die?”

I paused, looking at my wife as she lay panting on our bed, her thighs sprawled open, the beautiful slick glisten of her release on her skin.

“I have no intention of dying,” I said. “But I have every intention of fucking you as soon as you forgive me.”