Page 51 of Milk & Cookie

He drops his trowel into the not-quite-empty bucket of plaster, throws me over his shoulder, and marches straight down the stairs and out the door. He slides his hand up the backs of my legs, presses his fingers between my thighs, and runs them through my slick folds. His touch moves away, and I squirm until I can see him, only to watch him take his glistening fingers to his nose.

“Vince.”

“I want to memorize what you smell like when you’re ovulating and ripe for seed,” he explains in husky tones. “If I ever smell your gorgeous cunt like this again, I’ll be on you like a fucking animal.” He sucks his fingers clean with a moan and goes back for more.

By the time he’s got me inside the cottage, he’s literally scooping out my juices, to sniff and lick.

I’m laid out on the bed and spread wide for him to bury his face in my pussy, as if he’s already frenzied from the pheromones. He spears his tongue inside me, and I grip the easy-clean quilt I made him, tilt my pelvis up, and beg him to drive his tongue deeper.

He growls into my pussy, and I buck at his face involuntarily. “Breed me,” I beg. “I’m ready.”

Vince pulls back with a moan. “Don’t make me too wild, Angel. You may think you’re ready, but we’re still breaking in this pretty cunt of yours. I need you soaking and fucking pliable for me tonight. I’m going to have you at least twice. More, if you can take it.”

He reaches for the big tub of Ben’s balm on the bedside table and slowly unscrews the lid, like it’s foreplay.

I moan and twist my thighs together, because it fucking is. This stretching ritual has led to so many orgasms in the last few weeks.

“Where do you want me?” I bring my knees to my chest, open my legs, and then grip the underside of my thighs, to spread myself even wider.

Vince’s eyes grow wide, and he just about drops the balm. He recovers quickly from the fumble and scoops out a generous amount of the healing, honey-scented lubricant. “You are so fucking beautiful, Freddie,” he rumbles, coming at me with a hunger in his eyes that sends a thrill right through me, to zing at my core. Nobody else has ever made me feel the way Vince does.

He smears the slippery goop all over my pussy. It gives its usual exciting little tingle on my clit, and then melts with my heat, to make a more slippery fluid mess that he massages into me, probing and tugging me until I can take his whole fist without a fuss. He leans down to lick my clit, and I pull tight around his wrist with a grip of pleasure. His face is lit up when he lifts his head to watch me pant and rock, as he slowly slides his fist in and out of me.

I press my head back into the bed, as the wonderful fullness adds urgency to my need to come.

Vince pulls his big hammer-fist back and swivels at my entrance, so his slick knuckles bump along my taut pussy lips in the most fantastic way.

“Vince. Please. Shit. I want to come so bad.”

I lose my grip on my thighs. They snap shut around his arm, and I squeeze them tighter, searching for friction as I fuck his hand.

“Mmm. So good. But not yet, Angel.” He slips his huge fist from my pussy. “I want my cock inside you when you come. Let’s check if you’re ready for me.” He opens my legs again, pushing them high and wide, and his eyes glint with excitement as he stares at my pussy. He wets his lips and nods. “Ahh. That’s what we want. Isn’t it, my beautiful girl?” He reaches for the nearby hand mirror, to show me.

I prop myself with my elbows, so I can see, and then I fall back with a moan. He’s done it. I’m soaked and fucking gaping.

Vince grins and slathers a scoop of Ben’s balm all over his cock. “We’re finally ready, Freddie.”

I nod, barely able to control my excitement. “I want this, Vince. I love you.”

“Oh, Angel…” He crawls over me like a huge bear, grips my ass, and hikes one of my legs higher by nudging it with his hip. “Just when I thought this couldn’t get any more wonderful, you go and open your mouth.” He takes my breath with a long, slow kiss and guides the massive head of his cock to my entrance.

“I love you too, Freddie,” he whispers, gazing into my eyes. “And I have wanted this miracle since the moment I saw you. I can’t explain how my soul could think it possible, but here you are.”

I smile up at him and stroke his bearded neck. “The moment I felt your presence, I knew I needed to get closer to you. As close as two people can get.”

His gaze is full of love, and as he pushes inside me, everything my body has ever wanted comes with him. I mold around him, blooming the way I must if I’m ready to receive his love, and he pushes deeper and rocks with me, in a dance of fullness and warmth.

He’s so careful to keep from crushing me with his weight. There’s hardly any pressure on me at all, except exactly where I want it. He grinds into my clit with each lingering thrust, and I dig my heels into his ass, to urge him onward.

His movements get faster and harder, making me gasp as my firm, swollen breasts bounce from the impact. His eyes sparkle when that happens, and it seems to become his goal to make them jostle about on my chest while he’s edging me to perfection and forcing pleas from my lips.

“More,” I demand every time he retreats and the pressure eases. “Please.” I dig my fingers into his muscles and use all the strength I have, to coax him onward. “Give it to me.”

He surges deep with a loud, guttural rumble and rubs himself against my spread, bared, and swollen clit, until my vision fills with white light. I close my eyes to topple into darkness, crying out my absolute relief, as I writhe and shudder beneath him in total ecstasy. So full. So full of love and light and Vince.

And cum.

He spurts more every time his cock strains inside me, and I’m a happy, messy, boneless heap when he eventually slides from my depths. I let him display and inspect me any way he pleases. He props a pillow under my hips and stares at his job well done. He so loves to see my cookie creamed, as he calls it. I glance at my engorged clit protruding from my swollen folds, and the copious amounts of semen in and around my pussy, and have to admit I do look like a breeding man’s satisfying dessert.

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