Page 29 of Milk & Cookie

“Fuck. Are you okay, Angel?” I grip her tight, so we don’t move as much, and yell at Daryl to stop, but even when he has, the bed takes time to settle under his weight.

I should not be so ready to fucking come right now, but fuck. The up and down movement, and having her heat all around me…

I clamp my abs as hard as I can to keep from blowing my load.

“Talk to me, Freddie,” I growl through clenched teeth, while I stave off the orgasm. “Tell me I didn’t just rip you wide open.”

Her mouth is as wide as her eyes, but she’s too busy panting and gasping, to tell me how bad it is.

“Holy shit,” Daryl croaks. He stands and stares, like he’s in a state of shock.

I point an I-mean-business finger at him. “Don’t fucking move, Daz. Don’t even breathe.” I want him off the bed, but if he moves a muscle, I’m definitely creaming Fred’s cunt, and I don’t want to do that if she’s torn inside and in terrible pain. That would be unforgivable.

Slowly, carefully, I raise the front of Fred’s dress, so he can’t see her gorgeously rosy tits, and I make sure the skirt is still fanned out. Relieved he hasn’t seen her nudity, I assess the situation as best I can.

She’s halfway down my fucking shaft, and her poor little cunt is hugging my cock so tightly, I could tear her in two. “Oh, Angel. Is it bad? Breathe, baby. Tell me what you need.”

She nods and taps at the arm I have wrapped tight around her waist.

I release her, and she exhales with a moan that sounds a lot less pained than it should.

“I’m okay,” she whispers. “Now that my lungs can function.” Using my shoulders for support, she tilts her hips, swivels them a little, and then rises up my cock, until the flare of my head keeps her from going any further, like a barb on a hook.

I’ve caught myself a fucking keeper.

She’s a tight fit, but I’m inside her, and I’m so hard and swollen, we’re trapped. There’s no way I’ll be able to pull out unless I’m soft, and I can’t see that happening when she feels so fucking beautiful. I’ll either have to come or be stuck like this, until we can find a way to deflate me.

Fred eases herself back down my shaft. Fuck. We’re doing it. And she glides easily.

God, this feels fucking fantastic.

I let my head fall back with a rumble of deep approval, but when she tries to rise off me again and only ends up tugging at my cock end, I grip the headboard and clench my lower abs with all my might, as I shake my head. “Stop, Angel. I’m begging. Gimme a sec.”

Fred stills, and then slowly slides back down my shaft — as if that makes me want to come any less.

“Well, I’m not going anywhere in a hurry, but I’m not sad about it.” She smiles and watches me with sparkling eyes, as she rolls her hips in a slow circle. “I think Daryl can breathe now, at least.”

He releases a huge gush of air and drags in a massive breath. “Oh, thank God,” he says, dropping to his knees.

The bed shifts with his movement, and Freddie’s eyelids flicker closed. She presses her lips together, and then rocks her hips, until she closes the gap between us and has something to grind against.

She’s definitely not hurting. She’s stretched full of cock, and she likes it. Her pussy ripples around me with a threatening orgasm, and the headboard breaks in my fist.

“Hey,” Daryl says in surprise.

I toss a piece of splintered wood at him, but my eyes are on Fred. “I’ll fix it later,” I mumble, as I take hold of her hips to keep her still. “You can leave now, by the way,” I tell him.

“Right.” He nods and shuffles his way off the bed in a way that makes Freddie shiver and squeeze at my cock a few times.

“Take this.” I wave him back for the bigger piece of wood that just gave way in my hand, and I make sure I hold it just out of his reach, so he has to knock the bed a few more times to grab it. My sweet milky mama utters more pretty sounds for me, and I shoo Daryl away again, anxious to feel her come around my cock before I cut loose inside her. “Close the door behind you,” I grind out through my teeth.

“Roger that.” He does as I ask loudly enough for me to hear the latch click.

I grab Freddie’s dress, pull it over her head, and support her to lean back, so I can see absolutely everything I was hiding from Daryl.

She’s exquisite.

Her bright eyes and flushed face are framed by her loose, wild-looking hair. Her gorgeous tits are still pink and pretty from being scuffed up by my beard and mouth. I can’t look at her soft little belly without wanting to fill it with a fucking baby, and if I see her thighs jiggle again from trying to buck and grind at the same time, I’m going to lose my will to hold back.

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