Chapter 10
Ten
Holly
My skin is on fire, my breasts ache, and my pussy is throbbing in anticipation.
I drink in the sight of Nick, hair falling around his broad shoulders, his bare chest carved with muscle, his massive erection tenting the front of his black pants.
Snowflakes swirl outside, pinging against the windowpane, and my milk drips in a steady rhythm.
I’m flushed, needy, ready to be milked and claimed.
Nick palms his erection, and I moan, wanting everything he has to give me.
The mattress dips as he kneels before me.
The velvet ribbon at my waist gives way with a single tug, the fabric sliding away.
Nick’s touch is warm and slightly rough as he peels my gown down over my shoulders.
“Look at you,” he says, his voice deep and rough.
“My perfect little milkmaid, all flushed and dripping for me. You were made for this. You were made for me.”
He leans down and kisses a path across my collarbone, the softness of his mouth and the scratch of his beard making goosebumps erupt across my skin.
I arch into him with a whimper, my fingers weaving into his hair.
The gown slithers lower, baring my breasts, and my milk wells at the exposure, spilling over my ribs in slow rivulets.
Nick groans, catching a droplet on his thumb before painting it over my nipple.
“Fuck, you’re leaking like a good girl. I’m going to spend hours playing with you and fucking you as I drink you dry.
And when I’m done?” His teeth graze my ear.
“You’ll be so full of Daddy’s cum that it drips out of you for days. ”
I shudder as he licks a path down my sternum, lapping at the milk pooling between my breasts.
“I can smell how wet your cunt is, little one.” His fingers dip beneath my lacy little panties, sliding up and down my slit.
“I’m going to fuck you raw while I milk you.
Make you come so hard your tits spray everywhere. ”
“Please,” I moan, and he flicks his tongue over my nipple, not sucking, just teasing, and I cry out, my back bowing off the bed.
Milk beads at the tip, and he chuckles darkly.
“That’s it, let it all out for me.” He tugs on my nipple with his lips and then his mouth seals over it.
I let out a desperate moan as his tongue flicks against my nipple before he draws me deep into the warmth of his mouth.
My milk lets down almost instantly, and Nick starts to drink in long, hungry sucks that drag milk from my breast in thick streams. I claw at his shoulders, my hips jerking up as he parts my pussy lips with two thick fingers, rubbing slow circles over my throbbing clit while he feeds.
“Fuck, Daddy,” I moan breathlessly, and his growl vibrates against my skin.
“Good girl.” His voice is rough, dark with approval. “Just like that. Let me drink until you shake.”
His fingers pick up speed, rubbing my clit in tight, relentless strokes while his mouth works me.
The suction is too good, milk spilling down my ribs, dripping onto the sheets beneath me.
My nipples glow faintly, pulsing in time with the throb between my legs.
Magic hums in the air, swirling around us like snowflakes caught in a storm.
I whine and writhe, needy and senseless.
“Shhh, baby.” He cradles the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair and holding me still as he switches to my other breast. “Just let Daddy feed, and I’ll take care of you.”
The words send a jolt straight to my aching pussy.
My thighs tremble, my pussy clenching emptily.
As if he can sense what I need, he slides two fingers inside me and curls them, making me moan as my hips rock against his hand.
His fingers are so thick that I’m stretched with two of them inside me, but I still want more. I want his cock. His cum.
“That’s it,” he murmurs around my nipple, licking and sucking. “Such a good girl, giving me all this milk.” His thumbs circles my clit, and my vision goes hazy as pleasure coils tight, my tits aching, my cunt sopping wet.
He drinks deeply from me again, the suction hot and intense. I let out a little scream as he fucks me harder and faster with his thick fingers, my pussy clenching greedily around them.
“Gonna stretch this tight little cunt open for my cock,” he growls against my nipple. “You’re so fucking tight, baby, and I’m not a small man. I can’t wait to split you open on my cock.”
Milk spurts from my other breast, spraying across his chest as he works my pussy with his fingers, as he milks me with his mouth.
His fingers curl inside me, then scissor, stretching me wider with every thrust. The burn is delicious, almost more than I can take, but then he adds a third finger, and I practically shoot off the bed.
He fucks me with them slowly, dragging against my sensitive inner walls.
He groans and switches to my other breast. “Such a good little milkmaid. You were born for this, weren’t you? To be worshipped. Fed from. Cherished.”
I sigh and moan, my hips jerking up to meet his hand, writhing shamelessly. “Yes,” I breathe eagerly. “Oh fuck, Daddy, yes. Please. More. Everything.”
“Say it,” he rasps between long, drugging pulls on my nipple. “Tell me who this milk is for.”
“You!” I practically scream, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Only for you, Nick.”
He sucks harder, milk flowing freely from my other breast. “That’s right,” he says, his fingers twisting inside me, hitting a spot that makes my toes curl. “Every last drop from these gorgeous tits. Every fucking orgasm. Every clench of this soaked cunt. All mine.”
He circles my clit with his thumb, and the pleasure is overwhelming.
I can’t think. I can’t breathe. My breasts feel incredible, swollen and heavy and throbbing, my nipples aching so sweetly.
I can feel my pulse in my cunt, in my nipples, everywhere.
He sucks my nipple back into his mouth and drinks, sucking hard and deep, and I scream as I start to come.
“That’s it,” Nick growls against my skin, his voice rough with hunger. “Let go, little one. Show me how a Queen comes.”
My back arches off the bed as I clench violently around his fingers, my pussy milking him.
Milk sprays from both breasts in thick, creamy arcs, splattering across his chest, the sheets beneath me.
The room fills with the scent of sugar and warmth, and gold and white sparks burst in the air like fireworks, swirling around us in a storm of magic.
Outside, the aurora flares, painting the sky in shimmering greens and blues, and sleigh bells ring in the distance.
I feel like a goddess. Like a queen.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groans, his fingers curling inside me, dragging against my swollen g-spot. “You’re mine, Holly. Every drop, every orgasm, every fucking inch of you. I’m keeping you forever, little one.”
I moan loudly, my hips jerking helplessly as another orgasmic wave crashes over me.
My milk keeps coming, dripping down my ribs, over my tingling skin.
Nick groans, lapping at my nipples, his tongue delicious against my skin.
His fingers don’t stop, fucking me through it, drawing out every last shudder.
Nick pulls back and licks a stray drop of my milk from his lips, eyes on mine.
“Tell me what you want, Holly.”
“Your cock,” I say, my voice high and breathy. “Fuck me, Daddy. Please. Please. I need you inside me so badly.”
“Fuck, the way you beg is so sweet. So delicious.”
He stands from the bed, and my breath freezes in my lungs as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and pushes them down. His cock springs free, and oh my god. He’s thick, veined, and absolutely huge.
I guess the stockings aren’t the only Christmas things that are hung.
My mouth goes dry as I stare at him. The head is broad and flushed red, already weeping with arousal, and the sheer length of him makes my pulse stutter and my stomach dip and swirl.
He’s not just big, he’s enormous. Nick has the kind of cock that should hurt, that should split me open, and fuck if that doesn’t make me even wetter.
He wraps his massive hand around his cock and strokes, a slow pull from root to tip, his big bicep flexing.
A glistening bead of pre-cum wells at the tip, and my body responds in a riot of clenching, fluttering, pulsing sensation.
My thighs are slick with my own juices, my cunt throbbing, empty and needy.
“Come here, little one.” His voice is rough, commanding, as he sits back against the headboard, legs spread. His cock juts upward, obscene and perfect, the heavy length resting against his abs. His balls look heavy and full, and I’m suddenly desperate for his cum. “Ride me. Claim what’s yours.”
I swallow hard, my hands trembling, heavy breasts swaying as I crawl towards him.
I’m nervous, excited, aroused, joyous. He’s so big everywhere, from his broad shoulders to his massive arms and legs, to his ridiculously huge cock.
I’m shaking with the need to have him inside me.
I climb into his lap and straddle him, both of us moaning at the feeling of being skin to skin for the first time.
He’s so warm, so solid, and so very mine.
“You’ve given me your milk,” he says, guiding his cock to my entrance, the broad head notching against my dripping hole. “And your magic.” His thumb brushes my clit, and I moan, my hips jerking forward. “And now I give you all of me.”
His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my skin as he lowers me onto him.
The stretch is intense and exquisite, a slow, relentless burn as his cock spreads me wider than I’ve ever been.
I whine, my nails scraping his chest, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He’s so fucking big, filling me inch by inch, my cunt clenching around him, resisting even as I sink deeper.