5. Damian #2
Sweet fuck. The first pull of milk hits my tongue, warm and rich. Nothing like anything I've tasted before. It's sweet but not cloying, with this earthy undertone that makes me think of cream and honey.
She cries out, fingers diving into my hair. Her whole body goes taut, legs spreading instinctively.
I suck harder, drawing more of that perfect milk. It flows steady now, filling my mouth faster than I can swallow. Some escapes, runs down her skin. I lap it up, greedy.
"Oh god, oh god." Her hips buck. She's grinding against nothing, seeking friction. "That feels?—"
I knead her breast with one hand, coaxing more milk. My other hand moves to her neglected tit, squeezes. Milk sprays across my palm, warm and slick.
Her moan echoes through the room.
I switch breasts, give the other the same treatment. My teeth graze her nipple and she nearly comes off the bed.
"Daddy!"
"Too much?"
"No. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
I drink from her like a man dying of thirst. Each pull of my mouth makes her writhe. Makes her whimper. Makes her pussy drip onto my sheets.
I can smell her arousal, sharp and musky beneath the sweetness of her milk. My cock throbs, leaking pre-come against her thigh.
Her breast softens in my mouth as I drain it. I move back to the first one, find it full again. Fuck, she's making so much. Her body's working overtime, trying to feed a baby that doesn't exist.
Yet.
That thought makes me suck harder. I massage both tits now, working the milk out. She's sobbing, begging, her legs wrapped around my hips.
"Daddy, I need—I can't?—"
I release her nipple with a wet pop. Milk dribbles down her chest, pools in the hollow of her throat. I lick it up, slow.
"Can't what, little girl?"
"Need you inside me." Her nails dig into my shoulders. "Please. I'm so empty."
Her cunt clenches around nothing. I can see it in the way her whole body pulses, desperate for something to fill her.
"Not yet." I return to her breast, suck until she's keening. "Gonna drink my fill first."
I drain her tits until my jaw aches, until the flow slows to drops. Her body trembles beneath me, exhausted from producing so much. The sweetness coats my tongue, thick and warm. Better than any meal I've ever had.
Better than anything.
I pull back, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Milk glistens on my stubble, on my chest. She stares up at me with glazed eyes, lips parted, panting.
"Fuck, you taste good."
"Daddy." Her voice cracks. "Please."
I lean down, capture her mouth. Let her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into the kiss, hips rolling against me. Her cunt leaves a wet streak on my abs.
"I'm not done eating yet, baby."
Her eyes go wide. "What?"
I kiss down her body. Between her tits, still slick with milk. Across her soft belly. She sucks in a breath when I reach her navel, muscles jumping under my lips.
Lower.
Her thighs try to close but I force them wide. Pin them open with my hands. She's spread out for me, pussy pink and swollen. Soaked. Her clit peeks out from its hood, begging for attention.
"Look at this perfect cunt." I drag my thumb through her folds, watch her jerk. "So fucking wet for daddy."
"I can't—it's too much?—"
"You can take it." I blow cool air across her slit. She whimpers. "You're gonna take everything I give you."
I lick up her center in one long stroke.
Christ. She tastes like sin and salt and something uniquely her. Sweet but tangy, musky. My cock jerks, leaks more pre-come onto the sheets.
"Oh fuck!" Her back arches, hands fisting the blanket. "Oh god, daddy, your mouth?—"
I do it again. Slower this time. Really tasting her. My tongue parts her folds, dips into her entrance. She clenches around the tip, tries to pull me deeper.
Greedy little thing.
I lap at her like she's my last meal. Long strokes from her entrance to her clit, then back down. She's gushing now, coating my beard. I fucking love it.
Her thighs shake against my palms. Every time my tongue hits her clit, she cries out. Her hips buck, grinding her pussy against my face.
"Yes, yes, please?—"
I seal my lips around her clit and suck.
She screams.
Her whole body goes taut, back bowing off the bed. I don't let up. Just keep sucking, keep working that swollen bud with my tongue.
"Daddy, I can't—I'm gonna—oh fuck?—"
I slide two fingers into her cunt. She's tight, still stretched from earlier. Her walls clamp down, try to milk my fingers the same way my mouth milked her tits.
I curl them up, find that spot inside that makes her see stars.
"Fuck!" She's thrashing now, hands in my hair, yanking hard enough to hurt. "Right there, right there, don't stop?—"
I pump my fingers, match the rhythm of my tongue. Her cunt makes obscene wet sounds, squelching with every thrust. She's dripping down my wrist, soaking the sheets beneath her.
So wet. So ready to take my cock. To take my come. To grow my baby.
The thought makes me groan against her clit. The vibration sends her over.
She comes with a broken sob, cunt clamping down on my fingers. I feel every pulse, every clench. Her thighs lock around my head, trapping me against her pussy.
I don't stop. Keep licking, keep sucking, drawing out her climax until she's begging.
"Too much, daddy, please?—"
I give her clit one last kiss before pulling back. My beard is drenched, my chin shiny with her juices. I wipe my mouth and grin at her.
She looks destroyed. Hair tangled, lips swollen, skin flushed. Milk still leaking from her tits. Cunt red and puffy from my attention.
Perfect.
"Now you're ready for me."
I settle between her thighs, line my cock up with her entrance. She's so wet the head slips right through her folds. Her eyes lock on mine, wide and trusting.
"Ready, little girl?"
"Yes, daddy."
I push in slow. Her cunt grips me like a fist, tight and hot and perfect. She gasps, nails digging into my biceps.
"Breathe, baby."
She sucks in air, forces her body to relax. I slide deeper, inch by inch, until I'm buried to the root. Her walls flutter around me, adjusting to the stretch.
Fuck. Nothing's ever felt this good.
I pull back, drive forward. Set a steady rhythm. Each thrust punches a moan from her throat. Her tits bounce with the movement, milk already beading at the nipples.
"Look at you." I grip her hips, pull her onto my cock harder. "Taking daddy so well. Like you were made for this."
"I was." Her voice comes out breathy, broken. "Made for you."
Damn right.
I pick up speed, hips snapping against hers. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, mixed with her moans and my grunts. Sweat builds on my chest, runs down my abs.
Her milk starts flowing. White streams run down the curves of her breasts, pool on her ribs. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen—this tiny girl leaking for me while I fuck her full.
"Your tits are making such a mess," I growl. "Pouring out all that sweet milk while daddy breeds your cunt."
She whimpers, clenches around me. "I can't help it."
"I know you can't." I lean down, lick a trail of milk from her sternum. "Your body knows what it wants. Knows it needs my baby inside you."
"Yes!" Her back arches, offering her chest. "Want your baby, daddy. Please."
I bite down on her shoulder, mark her. She cries out, pussy spasming. I can feel her getting close, walls starting that telltale flutter.
"You gonna come on my cock, little girl?"
"Close. So close."
I shift angles, drive deeper. Hit that spot inside that makes her see white. Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my ass.
"That's it. Take it deeper." I thrust harder, bed frame shaking. "Let daddy fill this pretty cunt until it's dripping."
Her fingers claw at my back. Milk streams from her tits now, coating both our chests. The scent of it mixes with sex and sweat.
"Gonna pump you so full," I grunt against her ear. "Watch my come leak out of you. Then push it back in where it belongs."
"Oh god, daddy?—"
"Come for me, Dusty. Come on my cock like a good girl."
She shatters. Her whole body goes rigid, mouth open in a silent scream. Her cunt clamps down so tight I can barely move. I feel every pulse, every squeeze.
"Fuck!" The sensation drags me over with her. My balls draw up, cock jerking as I empty inside her. Wave after wave of come floods her pussy. I grind deep, make sure every drop goes where it needs to.
She milks me through it, walls working my shaft. Her milk soaks us both, warm and slick between our bodies.
I collapse onto my forearms, panting. She's limp beneath me, eyes glazed, lips parted. Completely used up.
Perfect.
I ease out slow. Watch my come start to leak from her swollen cunt. White against pink. Mine mixed with hers.
"Can't waste this." I scoop the leaking fluid with two fingers, push it back inside her. She whimpers, sensitive. "Every drop stays in, baby. Gotta make sure it takes."
She nods, too wrecked to speak.
I work my fingers deeper, make sure nothing escapes. Her cunt is hot and messy, full of me. The way it should be.
"Good girl," I murmur. "Such a good girl for daddy."
I pull out, roll to the side, and drag her against my chest. She comes willingly, boneless and satisfied. Her head tucks under my chin like it belongs there.
Our breathing syncs up. Her fingers trace lazy circles on my chest, through the mix of sweat and her milk.
"In the next few days," I say into her hair. "There's a corporate event. Tech investors, venture capitalists. Big money."
She stiffens against me.
"You're coming with me. As my woman."
"Damian, I can't?—"
"You can." I tilt her chin up, make her look at me. "I'm gonna prepare you. Turn you into that sophisticated woman you want to be. Like that chef you saw. The woman who walks into rooms and owns them."
Her eyes go wide. Hope wars with fear.
"You'll have everything you need. "Trust me, little girl?"