Epilogue
VICTOR
FIVE MONTHS LATER…
By the time we board the plane back home, Kayla is already showing. Her round baby bump is on display under her tiny crop top — not to mention the way that her swollen breasts are straining at the fabric today. She’s gained a cup size with every month of pregnancy.
In my opinion, she looks sexy as hell. Her skin is glowing, her stomach is round, and her tits are heavier by the day.
I’m addicted to this feeling of showing her off, letting the world know that yes, my fiancé is twenty-two, pregnant with my baby, and we don’t give a damn who knows it. Because we’re happy together.
The flight attendant thought we were father and daughter, but we just laughed it off, showing her the engagement ring on Kayla’s hand.
I don’t think she’ll have any doubts by the time this flight is over.
“Did you spill something, baby?” I’m hardly paying attention when Kayla wanders into my cabin after take-off complaining about a stain on her shirt.
“No, it’s something else.”
I drop my eyes to her top and can’t stop staring. She definitely didn’t spill something. There’s a patch of liquid spreading from each one of her heavy breasts. I can see her nipples pressing through the thin fabric, which is so wet it’s practically transparent.
“Come here, baby.”
I feel Kayla’s breasts, one by one. They’re so hard and firm with milk.
God yes.
“Let’s get you out of that top, baby.”
Kayla lifts her arms and I pull her top over her head. She hasn’t been wearing a bra throughout her pregnancy, saying it’s too uncomfortable for her already sizable breasts.
I admire her bare breasts. They’re practically bursting with milk, the flesh so engorged that it’s firm to the touch. Her nipples are fully hard and every time I brush my fingertips over them, she shivers.
I watch her face carefully. My cock is already responding to her milky breasts, my pants become uncomfortably tight, but I don’t want to push her too far. I know that her body is always doing something new with the pregnancy, so it’s best to take things slow until she’s had time to adjust.
I tweak one nipple.
“Does that hurt?”
She shakes her head, then bites her lip uncertainly. “I don’t know…it feels good but it hurts at the same time. It’s achy.”
I squeeze one breast from the pillowy edges in towards the hardened nipple, with a gentle but firm hand. Kayla lets out a whimper and a stream of milk spurts from her nipple.
“Oh, baby. Your milk’s come in early.” I can’t help but smile. Kayla squirting a stream of milk from her perfect breasts is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
“Is that bad?”
I stroke her pretty face. “Not at all. You just need to drain them.”
“Well, how am I going to do that? We’re on a plane.” Kayla blinks up at me with those wide, innocent eyes and I smile.
“Good thing I’m here, baby.”
I give one of her breasts a gentle squeeze, watching her face as it shifts from surprise to arousal.
I duck my head and close my lips around one of those peaked nipples. Kayla lets out one of her beautiful, breathless moans, clutching at my head to pull me closer.
“Victor…oh my God. Oh my God. Don’t stop. That’s exactly what I need.”
I swirl my tongue around her nipple, massaging her creamy flesh with both hands and sucking at her nipple.
The force of it surprises me.
Her milk fills my mouth, jetting out of her nipple so fast that I can barely swallow fast enough. She tastes delicious — clean and sweet with a slight edge of almonds. As I drink, I can feel the flesh of her breast becoming pillowy and soft again. She sighs in relief as I reach the end.
“Oh my God. Thank you, Victor.”
When I move to the next nipple, she notices how aroused I am. Her hand finds my erection below her.
“Looks like you’re enjoying this too,” she murmurs, stroking along my length before she positions her pussy right on top of me.
While I feast on her breasts, Kayla is grinding herself against me in the world’s sexiest, milkiest lapdance. She bounces herself against my cock, using my shoulders as leverage, even though we’re both still wearing pants.
I take my time drinking from her this time. The combination of her grinding against my erection, her milky breasts pressed against my face, and the high-pitched moans that I’m sure half the plane can hear, are all bringing me straight to the edge.
Most arousing of all is the knowledge that I’m the reason that Kayla’s perfect tits are filled with milk. I’m the one who did this to her. My perfect breeding slut.
When Kayla starts to gasp for air, cumming just from grinding against my bulge, it sends me over the edge too.
I release her nipple and sit up to kiss her, cradling that round baby bump between us.
“Fuck, baby,” I chuckle. “You just made me cum in my pants. I think this counts as joining the mile high club.”
Kayla giggles in shock, sliding a hand inside my pants to see the results of her efforts. She pulls out my cock and licks away the cum while I stroke her hair.
My good little pregnant slut.
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