4. Soren #2
The second she’s close enough, I grab the back of her neck and pull her into a hard kiss.
It’s rough, hungry, all teeth and tongue.
She makes a sharp sound into my mouth and kisses me back just as hard, fists twisting in my shirt like she’s been waiting for this.
I take my time with it, tilting her head the way I want, tasting her until both of us are breathing heavily when I finally pull away.
I yank the cardigan off her shoulders and drop it on the floor. Then I take the hem of her tank top and pull it up swiftly, watching her face the entire time. She lifts her arms and lets me strip it off her. Her breasts are even fuller than last night—tight, heavy, already beading at the tips.
I push her back against the wall near the window. My hands cup both of her big breasts. I squeeze. Milk spurts across my fingers.
Selena bites her lip, a soft sound escaping her. She doesn’t pull away.
I lean in close, mouth hovering just above her right nipple.
“Ask for it.”
Her breath catches. “Soren…”
“Not good enough.” I drag my thumb over the tight peak, watching another bead of milk form. “Beg for my mouth.”
She’s quiet for a second, cheeks burning. I wait. I don’t give her anything until the words come.
“Please,” she whispers, voice shaky. “Please put your mouth on me.”
I still don’t move.
“Louder.”
“Please… please suck me. I need it,” she says, tone rises.
Only then do I latch onto her right nipple.
The strong pull draws a thick rush of milk into my mouth. I suck deep and steady, tongue working the underside while my hand keeps massaging both breasts. Her fingers slide into my hair.
“Fuck, you taste even better than last night,” I murmur into her skin before switching to the left side.
I cup both breasts, push them together, and try to take both nipples into my mouth at once.
I only manage it for a few seconds, but the way she gasps and the way milk spills down my chin makes it worth it.
I suck hard, give them a little shake, then have to pull back and switch to one side again, licking the mess off my lips.
When both breasts are still heavy but no longer painful, I slide one hand down her stomach and under the waistband of her shorts.
She’s wet.
I push the fabric aside and drag two fingers through her folds. She jolts, then presses closer.
“Already this wet for me?” I press my thumb to her clit and circle it while I push both fingers inside her. “You were touching yourself thinking about this, weren’t you?”
Tight. Wet.
I pull my fingers out just long enough to shove her shorts and panties down her legs. She steps out of them. The sight of her completely bare in front of me hits hard.
Her body is fucking gorgeous. Her soft curves, full hips, the round shape of her ass turns me on even more.
I thought only her tits were big, her ass was just as full. My cock throbs heavily inside my pants, desperate to get free.
I spread her thighs wider with my free hand and push two fingers inside her. The second I’m in, I suck her right nipple much harder than before and start fingering her with the same intensity. Her hips rock against my hand. Milk pulses into my mouth in stronger waves.
“That’s it. Take my fingers. Come for me while I drink from you.”
Her walls flutter. Her thighs start to shake.
I switch to the left nipple and suck deeper, while squeezing the right, not letting it feel left out. I curl my fingers and push them faster, harder, matching the rhythm of my mouth.
She comes with a choked gasp against my shoulder, body clenching tight around my hand while fresh milk floods my tongue.
“Oh, God?—”
I work her through every wave, sucking and fingering her until the last tremor fades. Only then do I ease my fingers out. I bring them to my mouth and taste her while she watches, eyes still glassy.
I take my time with it. Lick them clean. Let her see exactly how much I like it.
“Good girl.”
I’m still hard, still not finished, when movement outside the window catches my eye.
Rick’s car pulls into the driveway. Mom steps out of the front door to greet him.
From the third floor window we can see and hear everything clearly.
“I’m home early. Where is everyone?”
“They’re upstairs clearing the old room,” Mom answers.
“Both of them? I’ll go up,” says Rick and enters the front door.
Selena freezes. We move fast. I grab her clothes from the floor. She puts on her panty, shorts and tank top, while I hand her the cardigan.
She’s still flushed and a little shaky when she picks up one of the old dusty boxes already stuck in here as an alibi prop.
Footsteps start up the stairs.
Selena steps out of the room just as Rick reaches the landing. I stay in the doorway, watching.
“Oh hey Dad, you’re back,” she says, voice a little breathless. “I’m helping Soren renovate his room.”
Rick looks her over, then takes the box from her hands.
“You shouldn’t be carrying heavy boxes. Hand it over to me.”
He turns and heads back downstairs with it.
Selena glances over her shoulder at me. The look lasts a long second before she follows him down.
I stay where I am, the taste of her milk and her cunt still thick on my tongue, and the thought settles hard and final.
She’s mine now. No one else gets to see her like this.