Page 18 of Milk & Cookie

Oh God. This is interesting in a good way.

I do it again, and he leans closer, stroking my neck with his finger as he gives a hum of approval. “Feel good, Angel?”

Unable to speak, I gaze into his eyes and nod.

“Good.” He drags his thick thumb across my lower lip. “I love this sweet and pretty, truth-telling mouth.” He bends to brush his lips against mine, and I gasp. He pulls back, his gaze searching my face. He furrows his brow, tilts his head to view me side on, and then he tugs his eyebrows downward. “Was that your first kiss?”

My stomach flutters with nerves, and I wet my lips before pressing them together. Not sure where to look when my cheeks flush with heat, I study his alarmed expression and shrug.

He shakes his head slightly, looks me over, and shakes it again. “We’re going to go a little more slowly than anticipated,” he warns me. “It’ll be better.”

The nervous energy in my belly grows, as he calmly slides his big hand up the back of my neck, to cradle the base of my skull. He leans in and lightly kisses me again. Twice. I part my lips on a breath, and he flicks the tip of his tongue in the gap, gliding it along the underside of my upper lip. It tickles in a teasing way, and I press closer, bringing him inside, where I meet his tongue with my own.

I lick inside his mouth, and he invades mine like he intends to conquer. He pushes and pulls in equal measure, stroking, retreating, easing to a soft suckle, and then forcing a moan from my throat when his fingers push into my hair. We tangle our tongues, writhing against each other in a warm, wet dance of give and take. It feels like fucking. But with mouths. And… different.

Vince holds me in a state of not only wanting, but also actually receiving. I haven’t been given this before, and it feels like a gift — something special, just for me. The firm presence of his body and the supportive embrace of his strong, steady hands, feel protective and safe, at the same time as promising something more. Something good.

He wants to please me. I can feel it, and I crave it.

He slides his hand under my dress, to grip my bare ass, and he moans. He tugs the dress higher, pulling it from between us until my soaking curls rub directly on his skin.

The movement comes naturally. I rock my pussy against his bare warmth, and he rewards me by deepening his kiss. Showing me his hunger. It’s intoxicating, that he could want me so, and it heightens my desire for him. I kiss him back, taking him deep and sucking at his tongue.

His moans taste delicious, and I drink them down, thirsty for more.

He grips my hips hard, guiding me into a pace that coats his stomach slick with my need, and then he drags his hands up my sides, to cup and stroke my sensitive, milk-swollen breasts.

I utter a small squeak into his mouth, and he pulls back, breaking the kiss. We’re both breathing hard, and he looks from my face to my tits and back again.

He presses his forehead to mine. “Can I make it feel better?”

I nod with a need I can’t hide. “Please.”

He shuffles me higher and slowly pulls my thin dress up my body, his fingers gently raking my skin in a delicate tease. Such a big man, taking this much care with me is hard to fully comprehend, but I love it. I love how special he’s making me feel. How watchful he is.

I lift my arms, and he pulls the dress over my head and tosses it onto the table behind him.

His gaze travels my body with obvious appreciation, and his voice is the deepest and growliest I’ve ever heard it when he rumbles, “Fucking beautiful.”

He kisses and licks down my skin, until his beard scuffs my nipple, and I shiver in his hands, not knowing what to expect.

He closes his hot, wet mouth around my aching nipple, soothing the symptom, but not the cause. Without my needing to ask, he suckles gently, and I moan with how wonderful it feels. My brain starts to feel fuzzy with pure delight, and when the letdown hits, the pleasure intensifies.

Vince latches on like a vise. He tugs hard and gulps down my milk with the thirst of a very excited and huge, grown man. I cry out and rub my pussy against his firm abs just as enthusiastically, driven by the powerful yearning between my legs. This is so different from feeding a baby. The action is bigger and greedier and more.

Under my ass, he tugs at his jeans and unleashes his massive cock. He thrusts his hips and his shaft slides against my bare skin like velvet, as he pulls at my breast and swallows my milk. He’s creating the most amazing sensations all over my body, but I need more. I desperately want him inside me.

“Vince.” I drag my nails down his back, and he moans into my flesh. The vibration travels all the way to my core and leaves it rattled in the best way. “I need you inside me,” I say between panted breaths.

His thick, meaty cock strains against my ass, and he comes off my breast, licking his lips. He shakes his head. “Not until I’m sure you can take it.”

He gathers me into his arms, carries me to the kitchen to grab my coat and his shirt, and then takes me back to the break room, where he spreads them over the table and lays me out on top, completely naked, with my legs wide. “Don’t you fucking move before I get back,” he says, walking out the door as the oven timer goes off.

He clanks around in the kitchen, getting the bread trays out of the heat. When I hear the oven door close, the excitement in my belly comes back with a vengeance.

He stalks closer. Bigger than any man I’ve ever seen, in all conceivable ways. His cock is the size of my forearms — if I hold them together and curl my hands into fists.

“Does it frighten you?”

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