Her chemistry. My devotion. #3
“You want me to keep fucking you hard, Mommy?”
“Oh. Oh.”
“I love when Mommy is a dirty whore for me.”
But even as I said it—even as I played the dominant role—I knew the truth.
Teyonah held all the power here.
Every time I called her "Mommy," I was really saying: You own me. You feed me. You sustain me.
“Take it, Mommy. Take it all.” I rocked into her, each stroke driving my cock deeper and making her gasp. My hands remained gripping her hips, holding her in place as I began to thrust inside her harder.
“Oh! Oh!”
"Fuck, Mommy. Your pussy feels so good."
“Oh God!” She threw her head back in pleasure. "Harder, baby. Fuck Mommy harder."
I did as she asked, my hips snapping forward in quick, powerful thrusts.
“Oh Good Boy.” She tilted her hips up to meet me. The new angle allowed me to pound into her even deeper, sending her into a frenzy of pleasure.
"Fuck, yes! That's it, baby! Fuck Mommy just like that."
I growled at her words, my cock swelling inside her. The sight of her beneath me, her pussy clinging to my cock as if her life depended on it, was too much. I could feel my orgasm building, a pressure low in my core that signaled the imminent eruption of pleasure.
Teyonah was close to exploding, her pussy squeezing and throbbing around me, her breath coming out in ragged gasps.
“Mommy, you’re so fucking tight.”
“Oh!” She trembled under me, and her cries grew louder as her nails dug into my shoulders.
“Oh yes. Take this cock, Mommy, like a good dirty whore.” I buried myself deeper inside her, hitting her sweet spot over and over as if I were a man possessed.
“Fuck. . .Dominic!”
I growled low. “Cum for me, Mommy. Soak my cock.”
“Okay, baby.” A guttural moan escaped her as she thrashed beneath me, her hips grinding against mine.
The sight of her coming undone under me was the most erotic vision I'd ever seen. Her breasts heaved with each panting breath, her nipples hardened peaks. “Oh. Oh. Baby, Mommy’s cumming!”
I groaned.
“Oh. Oh.”
The sight of her.
The feeling of her walls tightening around my cock was too much.
The pleasure building within my body reached its peak, and with a final powerful thrust, we exploded together.
My cock spilled hot cum into her pussy.
Messy.
Sticky.
Hot.
Get filthy for me, Mommy.
That intense orgasm continued to wash over my entire body, powerful and intense, leaving me shaking.
I groaned, and my muscles trembled with exertion.
A minute later, I collapsed over her, my breaths shallow and ragged.
Our bodies slick with milk, cum, and sweat.
Her lovely body was growing our child.
Another life.
Another heartbeat that would fill this mansion.
I’m so damned happy. I’ll never let anything threaten our joy.
I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, matching my heart’s rhythm.
“Good Mommy.”
“No.” She shivered. “Good Boy.”
“Mmmm.”
As our combined panting slowly subsided, the reality of our passion-drenched bodies began to seep in and an unexpected trigger emerged.
That craving returned.
It surged within me.
Gnawing at my insides.
Tugging at my consciousness.
I found myself obsessively yearning for the taste of her milk again.
In fact, my body ached for it.
I need more.
As if driven by some subconscious force, I found myself inching towards her breasts again. I watched as her nipples hardened under my gaze, another droplet of milk surfacing and hanging precariously at the tip, teasing my parched lips.
Teyonah watched me and she chuckled. “Are you planning on going for seconds, baby?”
“Fuck yes.”
She blinked. “Oh. Seriously?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Wow.” She chuckled softly, cupping her breast and nudging it towards me. “Here you go, baby.”
“Thank you, Mommy.” Fast, I latched onto her nipple, and the delightful taste of her milk flooded my mouth.
I stayed there like that for a long time, breathing her in and drinking from her breast.
She ran her fingers through my hair.
For the first time in my life, I understood what it meant to be fully satisfied on a cellular level.
My eyes burned. Not from arousal—from something deeper. More emotional. Perhaps, gratitude so overwhelming it felt like grief. Relief so complete it felt like coming home after decades of being lost.
I could've broken down right there.
Could've sobbed into her breast.
But I didn't need to.
Her fingers in my hair said, “I've got you too. You're safe with me like I’m safe with you.”
My thoughts returned to her milk.
Did she know now that this would be my only nourishment every day?
Let the world keep its food and drinks.
From now on, my body would run on her milk instead.
Breakfast.
Lunch.
Dinner.
I groaned sucking harder, swallowing more milk as it streamed. My cock had been softening, but now it was getting harder and preparing for round two.
Faith.
Science.
Worship.
Suckling her breast as my cock continued to rise, I closed my eyes, and for the first time in years, I didn’t think of the past or the future.
I just thought of her.
Just this.
The addiction I'd never want to cure.
The endless merging of our souls that no ex-husband, no society, no god, no logic, could ever separate again.
I was no longer a man with a heart.
I had given mine to Teyonah—to keep, to break, to do with as she pleased.
This was my beautiful, happy life now.
Forever starving.
Forever feeding.
Forever aching.
Forever sated.
Forever consumed.
Forever hers.