9. Atticus
NINE
ATTICUS
I’ve lost count of how many times she’s come as my balls tighten, and I feel the release shoot from the end of my cock and into her soaked and cum-filled cunt.
Lemon is perfection. It’s almost three a.m., and despite being beyond exhausted hours ago, she’s never once told me to stop or that she’s had enough.
Her pussy is stretched wide, and in the morning, I know she’ll be sore from how well fucked she is.
But neither of us is ready to stop, our bodies so perfectly in sync that the idea of not being inside of her and feeling the way her pussy clenches and tightens with her tiny mewls of pleasure feels outlandish and crazy.
In the hours since I walked into my bedroom and found her and Felix sitting side by side on my bed, Lemon tucked beneath the comforter, Felix on top of it, his head rested on her shoulder, I’ve learned every inch of my princess’s body.
I’ve run my fingers over her delicious curves, felt the weight of her perfect breasts in my hands, and tasted her nipples, her skin, her pussy, and her virgin ass.
I’ve had my fingers inside her and felt her come around them. I’ve watched her facial expressions and seen the way her breathing changes seconds before she’s going to explode. I’ve learned how to make her come fast and hard, and how to keep her dangling over the edge of release.
And she let me.
When I asked her to do as I say and let me worship her, I expected some pushback, but I’m starting to wonder if this woman was put on this earth solely for me. Because she’s everything I ever dreamed of finding.
Her sweetness and innocence call to me like a siren song, but it’s more than just that. She’s…mine. I don’t understand why I know it, but I do. Lemon is mine, and even after a day, I already know I’ll do everything in my power to make sure I never have to let her go.
When I’ve pumped the last of my release into her pussy, I exhale, sitting back on my haunches and relaxing my hold of her thighs. The moment I let go, her legs fall wide, her knees hitting the mattress, like she’s too exhausted to hold them up.
Her eyes lock with mine, and her lips curl into a half smile before her heavy eyelids fall closed and her breathing immediately shallows. Chuckling to myself, I let my gaze run over her thoroughly debauched body.
Even in the moonlight, her nipples look dark and painfully swollen.
A friend from California once admitted after a few beers that he’d become obsessed with his wife’s breasts swelling with milk after they had their first child.
He told me that even though their kids were all well past the breastfeeding age, he’d been feeding off his wife for years, keeping her milk flowing because they both enjoyed the way it felt when he suckled from her.
Back then I’d been a little shocked to find out that my mostly vanilla buddy liked to breastfeed from his wife.
But as I stare down at my beautiful princess, I wonder how she’d look pregnant with my baby, her tits dripping milk.
I wonder how it’d taste to wrap my lips around her swollen nipples and drink from her.
My dick perks to life again, and I consider rolling her to her stomach and burying myself inside of her, but I decide to let her sleep instead. We have a lifetime together, so even though I want to experience as much with her as quickly as possible, we have time.
Sliding from between her legs, I position myself behind her, banding my arm across her waist and pulling the covers over us. Unable to resist touching her, I let my fingers wander between her thighs, feeling the mess of my release starting to seep out of her.
Despite my momentary milking fantasy, I’m not in any rush to put my baby in my princess. So instead of pushing my cum back into her cunt, I scoop some of it onto my fingers and instead, bring it to her lips.
Like she’s read my mind, her lips part, and the moment I slide my fingers over her tongue, she closes her mouth and starts to suck. Surprised, I wait for her to wake up, but she doesn’t. Instead, she rhythmically sucks on my fingers like they’re a pacifier.
Chuckling lightly, I let her continue to suck before gently slipping my fingers from her mouth. Again I wait for her to wake up, but she doesn’t, and her lips purse, still making a faint sucking motion, but without anything to latch onto.
Dipping my fingers between her thighs again, I collect as much cum as I can, then bring my fingers to her lips, watching as she pulls them into her mouth again, immediately starting to suck.
My dick twinges, painfully starting to harden as my princess sucks my cum-slick fingers in her sleep. Instead of pulling them out again, I curl myself around her and fall asleep with my fingers in her mouth and my hard dick wedged against her ass.
I’ve always been a light sleeper, so I wake up just as the sun peeks over the horizon, letting daylight seep in through the high windows.
I’m still curled around Lemon, but she’s rolled to face me in her sleep, her beautiful face soft and serene, my finger discarded and replaced with her thumb in her mouth.
She looks fucking adorable.
She’s not the first adult I’ve seen sucking their thumb. My brother Jude does it when he’s had too much to drink. But I wonder if this is something she regularly does or if I started it by letting her suck on my fingers in her sleep.
Despite fucking her several times last night, my dick is fully awake, precum beading at the head.
I’d love to be inside her again right now, but I refuse to do anything to hurt her, and after how hot, wet, and swollen she got last night, I’m going to assume she’s probably going to be pretty sore this morning.
Instead, I shuffle down the bed so I’m eye level with her tits, palming the weight and lifting her dark pink and still slightly swollen nipple toward my mouth.
Pushing out my tongue, I circle first one, then the other nipple, tasting her slightly salty skin before I suck one between my lips.
Closing my eyes, I lave at the tip with my tongue, then suck a little harder, slowly elongating her nipple while her soft skin starts to react to my attention.
After a minute of sucking, licking, and stretching, I swap to the other nipple, repeating the action until both of her nipples are a darker shade of pink, visibly swollen and wet with my saliva.
Her eyes are still closed, but her breathing starts to change as I take the first nipple between my lips again, working it with my mouth while I gently pinch and tug at the other with my finger and thumb.
“Oh,” she softly whimpers, her breath catching once, then twice as I swap my ministrations again, taking one nipple between my lips while I work the other with my fingers, making sure my touch is only hard enough to arouse and not hurt.
When she hums and arches her back, pushing her breast more fully into my mouth, I know she’s almost awake.
Tightening my finger and thumb on her nipple, I gently coax the tip up and away from her body, watching it stretch.
As the skin tightens, I suck more forcefully on the nipple in my mouth until her eyes snap open and her lips part on a decadent moan.
“Atticus?” she questions, her voice thick with sleep.
Not answering, I swap sides again, tugging her other nipple upward until her breath stutters and she moans loudly.
Releasing the nipple in my mouth with an audible pop, I grip it with my fingers, then slide down the bed until my arms are stretched over my head and my face is level with her cunt.
I don’t plan to fuck her, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t intend to make her come.
Burying my face between her thighs, I find her clit with my tongue and suck it into my mouth the same way I was sucking her nipples.
The bundle of nerves is still swollen and fully visible, the tiny hood pushed all the way back.
The sound that slips from her mouth when I scrape my teeth over her clit is almost enough to make me come over the sheets hands-free.
Instead, I tug on her nipples as I lick and suck and nip at her clit until she starts to pant, the muscles in her stomach clenching and releasing over and over until she comes with a cry, her entire body curling forward as she moans through her orgasm.
“Oh my gosh,” she exclaims when I gentle my touch and slowly circle her clit, not trying to push her to another release, just enjoying her taste and wanting to help her body to settle.
“Good morning, Princess,” I drawl, crawling up her body and lying on top of her, keeping the majority of my weight on my elbows on either side of her head.
“Good morning,” she says shyly, her cheeks tinged pink.
I don’t know what she has to be embarrassed about.
I’ve seen and tasted every inch of her already.
She’s fucking perfect, but I find her flushed embarrassment endearing and sexy.
So much so that I find myself wanting to do something else to see how pink I can make her blush.
“Do you need to do anything today? Were you supposed to work today?”
Her soft smile fades as she shakes her head. “I should have been at work today. I guess I just need to go and bank my paycheck in case he decides to cancel it.”
I swallow down the angry threat that pops into my mind as I imagine that asshole canceling her last check.
But if taking it to the bank this morning makes her feel better, then I’m happy to indulge her.
“Okay, Princess, let’s get dressed. We can go to the bank, and then we’ll find somewhere for breakfast, and you can help me figure my way around town. ”
“Okay,” she agrees sweetly.
Reluctantly rolling off her, I bend down and scoop her into my arms, smiling as she giggles. Carrying her into the bathroom, I tap the control on the wall and turn the shower on, holding her close to me while the water heats and steam starts to fill the room.