Chapter Four
Nicholas
For a few minutes after I wake up from my nap, I stay perfectly still, cataloguing every sensation. The slow pulse of contentment wound beneath my skin, the possessive ache in my arms as I hold Bianca, and the faint, intoxicating scent of her milk as some of it lazily drips onto my chest.
There’s a tiny voice in my head that’s trying to remind me about consequences, about betrayals, about what the hell I think I’m doing, but it’s muffled and distant, drowned out by the soft sound of Bianca breathing as she sleeps.
What I feel, above everything else, is certainty.
I shift a little, careful not to disturb Bianca’s breathing where it brushes steady and shallow against my ribcage.
I’m acutely aware of her. The wild spill of her brunette strands, the soft weight of her thigh thrown across my own, the way her tits, those magnificent, pillowy mounds, smoosh against my side.
In sleep, she’s even more beautiful. That’s saying something, because Bianca awake is maybe the most arresting person I’ve ever met.
My phone is blinking on the nightstand. I squint at the blue-white glare, see the name “Cody” floating in the preview bar above a handful of unread messages.
A rational man—one less selfish and less certain—might feel a cold spike of shame or, at the very least, a reflex of guilt from seeing texts from his son within a few hours of fucking his ex-girlfriend.
Somehow, I feel neither. Especially not when I glance at the messages and see that he’s already moved on, bragging about a ‘hot blonde’ he just met at a bar.
Another text pops up on the screen. This one is from my assistant, reminding me of an early meeting tomorrow morning. I quickly type out an apologetic response, telling her to cancel it and that I’ll be taking the day off.
As I’m setting the phone back down, Bianca shifts in her sleep.
The slight movement causes her swollen tits to jiggle, and a thin ribbon of cream spills down the side of her body.
She murmurs something unintelligible, nuzzles in closer, and I feel a warm, wet heat against my skin where her nipple presses to my chest.
I haven’t even come down from the last few hours, and yet the sight of her—freshly fucked, milk-stained, and clinging to me—makes my cock twitch with the beginnings of a new hunger.
I put a hand to her hair, smoothing it back, and she stirs with a faint smile. I can’t help myself. I slide my hand across Bianca’s stomach, then, ever so carefully, cup one breast in my palm. Even in sleep, the tip stiffens at my touch, darkening against the paler skin.
My fingers trace a gentle line over the curve of her tit, smearing the stray milk into her skin, and the sense of ownership, of privilege, is almost overwhelming. I shouldn’t want her this much. I shouldn’t want her at all, but the rules I lived by yesterday don’t matter now.
My thumb wipes up some of the tempting cream, and then I bring it to my lips, groaning at the taste. There’s a richness to it, a nutty sweetness that’s instantly addictive. Christ. I’ve never felt such a need for someone. Every cell in my body wants to claim her.
Bianca stirs, eyelids fluttering, and stares up at me with a seductive grin on her face. My heart does something unfamiliar. A little twist, a hitch.
“Hey,” she whispers, smile stretching wider. “I’m glad you’re still here.”
I stroke her hair, leaning down to kiss her on the lips. “Where else would I be?” I draw her closer, sliding my palm down her back until it cups the warm, round curve of her ass.
She makes a soft, contented sound, but then there’s a flicker of worry in her gaze when she glances down at her chest. “Was I… leaking all over you?”
I smile. “A little.”
Her cheeks brighten. “Sorry…I should go pump.”
Before she can get up from the bed, I grab her wrist to stop her. “No need. You have me, baby girl.”
There is no hesitation in me. I am a man utterly obsessed.
What comes next feels inevitable, as natural as breathing.
My hand slides up her side, palm covering the heavy weight of her breast. My fingers spread to test how firm and full she is.
The tissue is soft and yielding under my grip but still so taut with milk that my fingers leave faint indentations when I squeeze.
She shivers, her eyes closing as she presses into my touch.
Her nipples are already pebbled, wet and shiny with milk; her olive skin glows in the dim light of the bedroom.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, my voice still a shade hoarse.
She bites her lip, a pink glow spreading down her chest. “Yes, but it’s better when you…” She trails off when I bring my mouth to her hardened nipple. A shudder travels down her frame, and her breath catches in her throat.
The taste of her is even more intense this time, the milk richer, with a latent sweet note that makes my tongue crave more. I suckle lazily, greedily, and Bianca makes a sound so wanton I can feel it in my cock.
Fuck, I’ve never wanted someone this badly; I can’t even pretend otherwise. I want what she’s already given me, and so much more.
My hand smooths over her belly while images of it swelling with my child flash behind my eyelids. A growl rumbles through my chest, and I suck harder, causing her delicious cream to flow onto my tongue rapidly.
I’m going to make it my mission to ensure every day is like this. I’m going to breed her, keep her tits full of milk, and her womb filled with my seed.
There won’t be a day when Bianca isn’t reminded of just how much she belongs to me.
She cradles my head, holding me to her chest while I take my time with the steady, rhythmic sucking that I know she needs. Each gulp pushes me closer to the edge until I’m sensing the warm, sticky precum leaking from the tip of my cock.
As if Bianca can read my body, when I switch to the other breast, her hand reaches down and wraps around my cock, stroking it with a gentleness that nearly undoes me. Her palm is soft, her fingers small, but she handles me with a confidence that telegraphs her need.
I don’t even have to guide her. She knows exactly what I need, and the way she squeezes at the tip, collecting that bead of precum and swirling it with her thumb, makes me want to blow my load right then and there.
“Jesus, Bianca,” I groan, hips flexing automatically even as I try to stay in control. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum before I even get inside your pussy.”
“Maybe that’s what I want,” she whispers, then strokes me again, her fingers slicked by my own anticipation.
Bianca brings her hand to her face and looks up at me, her lips parted and her tongue flicking out to taste the fluid on her finger. The sight is so fucking filthy, so intimate, and she knows what she’s doing to me.
With a playful grin on her lips, she nudges me back until my head is resting on the pillow.
She slides her body down the sheets, never letting go of my cock, and plants herself next to my thighs.
The sight alone is enough to make my balls draw up tight.
She’s so small compared to me, but she handles me with a new confidence.
Her delicate hand glides up and down my length, tongue darting out to lap up the slickness at the tip.
She circles her tongue around the swollen head, then licks a thick stripe down the underside, her eyes never leaving mine. Even that little motion has me on the verge of crossing the finish line. The harder I try to stay still, the more my hips betray me.
Bianca’s lips are soft, and when she finally takes me into her mouth, the sensation is so electric that the back of my neck prickles.
She’s tentative at first, cautious about my size, but quickly grows bolder, using her hand to stroke what her mouth can’t reach, tongue swirling and pressing in all the right places.
I reach down and stroke her hair, guiding her gently. “Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” I say, and the words come out ragged.
She moans around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. Bianca’s gaze never wavers, and every time her lashes flutter, I feel something in my chest crack open.
She pulls back for air, lips slick and parted, and strokes me from base to tip with one hand while the other cups my balls, squeezing tenderly. “Am I doing it right?” she whispers, the softest little tease.
I can barely speak. “You’re a natural, baby girl. Don’t stop.”
She takes me in again, this time deeper. My body has a mind of its own. I can’t keep myself from thrusting up into her warm mouth.
Bianca bobs her head a little faster, never taking her eyes off me, and I know she’s waiting for more approval. I can’t help but caress her hair, threading my fingers through the dark, silky strands as we match each other’s rhythm.
“Yes, baby. Just like that,” I say, voice raw. “You’re doing so good, sucking my cock like you were made for it.”
She moans around me, the low rattle running through me like electricity. Each time she sucks, her lips form a tight, perfect seal, and the friction is almost unbearable. She licks at the tip, tasting the salt of my precum, then plunges down as far as she dares.
The sight of her, so eager and hungry, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed. My Bianca, kneeling for me, her pretty lips wrapped around my dick, and her tits dripping milk onto the sheets.
No man could ask for a more perfect vision.
My fingers tighten in Bianca’s hair, the sudden urge to lose all control surging inside me. I want to empty myself down her throat, to mark her inside and out, and I don’t want to miss a second of seeing her take it.
I tilt her chin, thumb stroking her jaw, and she responds with that beautiful obedience, letting me fuck her mouth a little deeper, a little rougher. She doesn’t pull away, just sucks and moans around my shaft, her tongue pressed along the underside of my cock, her lips pink and stretched wide.
“Fuck, you’re something else,” I mutter, stroking her cheek with my thumb. “Such a good girl.” I guide her mouth up to the tip, holding her there for a few seconds, then guide her back down until she gags around me.
Having me take control seems to turn her on even more. Her lips squeeze tighter, sucking hard, and her tongue eagerly swirls around me. Spurts of breast milk splatter onto my thighs and the pink comforter.
The sight of my sweet girl getting so excited from how hard she’s blowing me, all while her tits spill creamy fluid over my skin, edges me right up to the point of no return. I sense it building, the pressure winding up in my balls, the tension radiating up my spine.
“You ready for it, baby girl?” I warn, my hand keeping her head steady as I start to fuck her mouth in earnest. “You want my cum in that pretty mouth of yours?”
She nods, her spit streaking down my cock, and the sound she makes is so fucking filthy I lose all composure. I look down and see her emerald eyes locked on me, and there’s nothing in the world but her.
My Bianca. My perfect, greedy girl.
“Fuck, baby. You’re…” The rest is lost in a groan as I let go, thrusting up into her mouth, and shoot down her throat.
Bianca sputters, surprised by the force of it, but she keeps sucking, swallowing around my stiff length as I empty myself into her.
It’s so fucking good, my moans echo off the walls.
By the time I regain my composure and glance down, Bianca is licking the last few drops from the tip, her lips swollen from the effort, a line of saliva and cum stringing from her chin.
The tip of her tongue swipes up some of the semen from the corners of her lips. She’s staring at me with a dazed, proud smile. “Did I do good?” she asks, voice hoarse and husky.
I pull her up to lie over my chest, kissing her deeply, getting instantly rock hard again when I taste myself on her lips. “More than good,” I murmur. “But I still need to put a baby in you.”