8. Heath #2
I step closer, my shoes silent on the carpet. The scent of her hits me first, and my cock twitches, already hardening at the thought of what's waiting for me. I reach down, my fingers brushing the hem of her tank top.
It's thin, worn, the fabric clinging to the swell of her tits. I peel it up slowly, revealing inch by inch of soft, pale skin. Her nipples are already tight, the areolas dark and flushed, the tips glistening with the first beads of milk.
Fuck.
I groan, low and rough, my hands cupping her tits, squeezing just enough to make her gasp in her sleep. The milk drips faster now, pearls of liquid gold rolling down the curves of her breasts.
I lean down, my tongue flicking out to catch one, the taste rich and earthy, like cream and sin. She whimpers, her back arching slightly, her body responding even in sleep. She doesn't know how to resist me, not even when she's lost to dreams.
I take one nipple into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip before I suck hard, pulling the milk from her in slow, deep draws. She moans, her hips shifting restlessly against the sheets.
I switch to the other breast, my free hand sliding down her body, over the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. Her skin is warm, soft, the kind of soft that makes a man forget everything but the need to bury himself inside her.
My fingers find the waistband of her shorts, pushing beneath the fabric, sliding through the slick heat between her thighs. She's already wet, her arousal coating my fingers as I drag them through her folds.
She gasps, her legs parting slightly, her body begging for more even as her mind stays lost in sleep.
I circle her clit, slow and teasing, my mouth still working her nipple, pulling the milk from her in steady, rhythmic sucks.
"Heath," she whispers, her voice thick with sleep, her hips lifting to meet my touch. "Mmm."
I chuckle against her skin, the vibration making her shudder. "That's it. Say my name," I murmur, my fingers slipping lower, sliding inside her.
She's tight, so fucking tight, her cunt clenching around my fingers as I curl them, finding that spot that makes her back arch off the bed.
She moans, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I add another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what's coming. Her milk flows faster now, dripping down my chin, coating my beard.
I don't stop. I can't. The taste of her, the feel of her, it's intoxicating, addictive. I could spend hours just like this, drinking from her, fingering her, watching her come apart beneath my touch.
Her thighs tremble, her breath hitching as I pick up the pace, my fingers fucking into her harder, faster, my thumb pressing down on her clit. "Come for me," I growl, my voice rough. "Come all over my fingers."
She shatters with a broken cry, her body convulsing, her cunt milking my fingers as she comes. I groan, my cock throbbing, aching to be inside her.
I pull my fingers free, bringing them to my mouth, licking them clean. She tastes like heaven and hell, sweet and sinful, all at once. Her body is still trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her tits heaving with every inhale.
I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear. "Did you like that?" I murmur. "Now, let's see how many more times I can make you come before you wake up."
Her shorts come off with one sharp tug, the fabric pooling at her ankles before I toss them aside.
The moonlight catches the glisten between her thighs, her arousal slick and thick, dripping down the curve of her ass.
My cock jerks, painfully hard, the crown already weeping.
I palm it, giving myself one rough stroke before I climb onto the bed, my knees spreading her legs wider.
She whimpers in her sleep, her hips lifting, searching for something… me. I don't make her wait. I notch the head of my cock against her entrance, the heat of her cunt searing against my skin.
She's so fucking tight, her walls clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. I push in slowly, inch by inch, watching her face for any sign of waking. But her lashes stay dark against her cheeks, her lips parted in a silent moan.
"Fuck," I grit out, my voice rough. "You take me so well, even in your sleep." I bottom out, my hips flush against hers, my balls pressed to the tight ring of her ass.
She gasps, her back arching, her tits jiggling with the movement. I lean down, capturing one nipple between my lips, sucking hard as I pull back, then thrust back in. Her milk flows into my mouth, rich and warm, and I groan against her skin.
She moans, her fingers twisting in the sheets, her body moving with mine, meeting every thrust. I can feel her tightening around me, her cunt fluttering, already close to another orgasm. I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit, circling it in slow, firm strokes.
"That's it," I growl, my hips snapping faster, harder. "Take my cock like a good girl. Let me feel you come all over me." Her breath hitches, her thighs trembling, her back bowing off the bed. I can feel her getting closer, her walls clamping down around me, milking my cock with every thrust.
"Mmm," she whimpers, her voice thick with sleep, her hips rolling against mine.
I chuckle, dark and low. "You like that? You want to come again?" I pinch her clit, just hard enough to make her gasp, her body jerking beneath me. "You want me to fill this tight little cunt with my cum?"
My thumb circles her clit faster, my hips pistoning into her, my cock swelling inside her tight heat.
The door suddenly slams open so hard it cracks against the wall.
"Hallie? I heard—What the fuck."
Her voice is a whipcrack, shrill and shaking. My spine locks, every muscle turning to stone mid-thrust.
Her mother stands in the doorway, her face twisted in horror, her hands clawing at the air like she's trying to erase what she's seeing. "Wait. Is she asleep? You monster. Get off her!"
Hallie jerks beneath me, her eyes flying open.