Chapter 44 Finley
FORTY-FOUR
FINLEY
Theo’s pupils blow wide as he stares at my offering, silence hanging heavy in the air between us.
He told me weeks ago that he’d be into trying my breastmilk, but I wasn’t sure if he was being serious.
It’s plucked at the back of my mind ever since, and to my utter shock, I realized that I’m turned on by it too.
He looks tortured, like there’s a war going on in his head.
If I had to guess, I’d say he’s worried about taking from his daughter.
He saw me break down in tears a few weeks ago after I spilled an almost-full bottle while pumping, but my supply has nearly doubled since then, so there’s plenty for us to experiment with.
Electricity zaps at my skin, my heart pounding like a drum inside my rib cage as he finally gives in to his desires and takes my finger into his mouth. He moans, eyes rolling back as he greedily sucks me clean. My pussy clenches, wetness pushing out and soaking his rock-hard shaft.
When there’s nothing left, he pulls away, both of us turned on and breathing like we just ran a hundred miles. That’s when I decide we’re done playing games. I want more, and with the way his entire frame is shaking, I know I’m not the only one.
Without a word, I curl my hand around the back of his neck and yank him down to my breast. He’s caught by surprise at first, but recovers quickly, latching on and taking a soft pull as I begin to fill his mouth.
My fingers sink into his sandy-brown curls, holding him tightly to me because holy fuck, this is the hottest experience of my life.
Animalistic growls vibrate against my sensitive skin every time he swallows, the sensation making my clit throb painfully with the need to release.
“Theo,” I whimper, unable to look away from where he’s drinking me like he’s dying of thirst. “Tell me how I taste.”
“So fucking sweet, Mama,” he replies, only putting space between us long enough to answer before he dives back in and wraps his lips around my aching nipple.
His free hand lowers down my side, sliding under my ass and giving it a rough squeeze.
He holds me in place as he grinds his length into me, but it’s nowhere near enough. I need to be filled.
“Please, fuck me,” I plead. “I can’t wait any longer.
” I’m burning for him, shaky exhales rushing from my body as he sits back on his heels.
His erection looks almost painful, the angry red tip oozing precum and making my mouth water uncontrollably.
I’ve never wanted anything the way I want this man right now, and if he doesn’t get inside me soon, I might actually die.
“Condom,” he blurts. “Should we?”
“No,” I reply in a hurry. “No way.”
At my six-week checkup, my obstetrician asked us what we wanted to do about birth control.
She made us aware of all the risks, telling us that the chances of becoming pregnant are higher right after delivery.
We went home and discussed what we both wanted for the future, ultimately deciding to forgo the pill and leave it up to fate.
Is it a little crazy? Probably. But it’s what we want, and the universe has yet to steer us wrong.
“Hell yeah,” he says, lowering his head and pulling my nipple between his lips once more. At first, I’m confused because I just begged him to fuck me. But when he sits back, mouth still full, and gives me a cocky wink, I know I’m about to have my mind blown.
Slowly, he drops his chin to his chest and opens his mouth, letting the stream of milk roll off the tip of his tongue.
It splatters against the valley of his abs, continuing its descent and pooling on the base of his thick, veiny cock.
I whimper so loud that I swear it rattles the windows, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip as he wraps his fingers around himself and begins stroking.
Cause of death: Theo Calloway using breastmilk as lube.
I’m completely speechless, my brain short-circuiting as his fist passes over his length.
I want to scream. Cry. Anything to get him to put me out of my misery because I can’t take the emptiness for another excruciating second.
Thankfully, he notices the agony in my twisted expression, lowers down onto one hand, lines up at my entrance, and fills me with a slow thrust. At the same time, he dips his head, slanting his mouth over mine just in time to swallow the relieved sigh that hurries from my lungs.
I’m so full—so complete—accepting every hard inch of him like I was made to do it.
“Goddamn, you’re tight,” he grits. “I missed this sweet little pussy so much.” He retreats until the tip of his dick is hugged between my lips, then drives forward slowly until his balls are pressed to my asshole. It feels amazing, like finally coming home after being lost for far too long.
“Are you okay?” he asks, lazily sliding in and out. I can tell he’s holding back because he’s fearful of hurting me, but I’m beyond ready to experience new things with him. Things that, up until now, I’ve only gotten in small bits and pieces.
“I’m perfect,” I reply, my eyes fluttering open and connecting with his. “Give me more, Theo. Give me everything. I promise, I can handle it.”
His palm cups my cheek, and a moment of trust and understanding passes between us as my words sink in. “You’ll use your safe word if it’s too much.”
I nod rapidly, letting him know that I’m fully on board with that. He must notice the excitement that dances behind my serious facade, because he chuckles darkly, dropping a chaste kiss to my lips.
“I love you.”
“I love you t—” Before I can even spit out my reply, he slams into me, stealing every last molecule of oxygen from my body.
I cry out, white fog blurring the edges of my vision as he fucks me like his life depends on it.
It’s euphoric, an intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain surging through my veins with every punishing thrust.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” he taunts, reaching around the back of my thigh and pulling it over his hip.
The move allows him to slide deeper, even though there isn’t a modicum of space left to be taken.
But he forces in anyway, the curve of his cock hitting a spot that has me careening toward the edge faster than ever before.
I can’t speak, not a single intelligent thought in my head as he continues pounding into me.
“Answer the question, Fin,” he demands. “Do you like being fucked like a toy?” My climax builds and builds, his filthy words doing nothing to slow it down. My hands find his back, fingers curling inward as I hang on for dear life.
“Y-yes,” I stutter, barely able to hear my own voice over the headboard that’s banging against the wall.
I’d bet every dime I have that we’re leaving giant dents in the drywall, but that’s a problem for future Finley and Theo, because I’m pretty sure we don’t have a single fuck to give between the two of us.
We’re too lost in each other to worry about anything else right now.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises, making me contract around him. He grunts through clenched teeth, his fingertips digging deep divots into the flesh of my thigh until the pressure subsides and he’s able to go on.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he grits out.
“I’m going to drink from these gorgeous tits while you come all over me.
Then, when you’re completely and utterly wrung dry, I’m going to fill your sweet little cunt.
I’ll empty loads into you day and night, only stopping when I’m sure I’ve fucked another beautiful baby into you. Is that what you want?”
I nod frantically, knowing damn well I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to with how close I am to coming.
But thankfully, he doesn’t ask for a better answer, making good on his promise and wrapping his lips around my nipple.
I gasp, my hips lifting up to meet his thrusts as my release blazes toward me at full speed.
“Theo,” I moan, my eyes rolling back as the head of his cock kisses my G-spot.
Fire licks up my spine, my fingers flexing in an attempt to hold on so I don’t float the fuck away.
I’m like a rubber band being pulled right to its limit, every muscle in my body winding tight before I finally tumble into oblivion.
The world goes dark, unbridled pleasure flowing through me while I tremble violently.
He continues sucking as I ride it out, somehow finding the strength to peel my eyes open just as he begins to fall over the edge.
“Goddamn it, Fin! Fuck!” he roars against my skin, his thrusts becoming uneven and jerky as his climax tears through him.
His cock swells, and he slams in one last time, shooting hot ribbons of cum into my sensitive pussy.
I’m still incredibly tight, small aftershocks ensuring that I’ve pulled every drop from his body until we’re both spent and breathless.
“Holy shit,” he mutters, dropping his head to my shoulder. Our hearts are hammering against one another as we hang in the space between orgasm and reality. A silly smile tugs at my lips, complete and total satisfaction buzzing across my skin.
“You good?” I ask, ghosting my fingertips along his sides. He’s covered in sweat, as am I, and I’m pretty sure there’s milk all over us—but fuck if I didn’t love every second of that.
“Mhmm,” he hums. “I just need a nap. I’ll be ready for round two in no time.”
I scoff playfully, halfheartedly shoving at his shoulder. But of course, he doesn’t budge. “Not until we eat something. It’s dinnertime.”
“No thanks,” he sighs. “I’m full.”
“Oh my God,” I say on a choked laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”
He lifts his head, those adorable dimples sinking into his cheeks as he smiles brightly. “Maybe I am, Mama. But you love me.”
Yes. Yes, I do.