Page 64 of Nursing the Alpha
So perfect.
I pressed my forehead to his, panting like I’d run miles.
“You’re mine, Flynn.” I slipped the head of my cock inside him and gasped. “You’ve always been mine.”
Careful not to disturb his sleep, I slowly bottomed out inside him, grunting as the heat of him enveloped me like a silk glove.
I stayed buried inside him, savoring the feel of his walls clenching around me like they’d been waiting—starving—for my cock.
“Fuck, Flynn…” I whispered hoarsely, pressing a kiss to his slack mouth. “So tight, so perfect. You were made for this. Made for me fucking you unconscious.”
His soft breaths ghosted over my lips. His lashes fluttered, but he didn’t wake.
Good.
I moved.
Slow at first, grinding deep, rolling my hips so my cock dragged against his inner walls in long, languid strokes. I cupped his pec again, brushing my thumb over the swollen nipple, then pinching and tugging gently.
Milk pearled instantly.
I groaned low in my chest and squeezed harder, my other hand finding his other pec to massage the heavy gland. Milk spurted, hot and wet across my palm.
“God, look at you,” I murmured, my thrusts growing steadier, harder. “Leaking all over me. So fucking full for me, baby.”
I bent my head and caught the milk-beaded nipple between my lips, sucking greedily as I rutted into him. The sweet, rich taste hit my tongue. I could come from that alone.
His scent was everywhere now—milk and slick and something floral. It clung to my skin, seeped into my lungs, fogged my fucking mind until all I knew was Flynn.
I squeezed his pecs harder, milking him as I fucked him, his milk spilling over my fingers, dripping onto his chest, onto mine, warm and sticky.
“Such a good, slutty omega,” I growled against his skin. “You’re giving me everything, aren’t you? Your milk. Your body. Your tight little hole for me to fuck.”
Flynn shifted under me, his brow furrowing like he was dreaming, like he felt every stroke of my cock, every greedy pull of my mouth.
“Don’t fight me.” He raised his hands as though to push me away, but I grabbed them gently and held them down above his head. “Shh, baby. It won’t be long now. That sweet fucking hole is gripping me so tight.”
I ground deeper, my hips slapping softly against his ass. His body squeezed me tight, slick making every thrust smooth and obscene even as the bed rocked gently beneath us.
“I missed you so much.” I licked a stray drop of milk from his skin. “Missed your taste, your scent… missed being inside you.”
With each squeeze of my free hand, milk sprayed from his swollen nipples, splattering across our chests. I rubbed it into his skin with my palms, groaning at how slippery and hot we were now.
“Fuck, Flynn…” I gritted out, hips jerking harder, faster. “You’re milking my cock like you need it, like you’ve been empty without me.”
My balls tightened, the heat coiling in my gut until it felt like I was about to combust.
I pressed my lips to his ear, my voice breaking on the words.
“Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna knot you and keep you full for days. Gonna breed you so deep, put a baby in your belly so you keep making that milk for me.”
Flynn stiffened beneath me, a low whimper slipping from his throat as though his body recognized the promise, even in sleep.
“Yeah, you feel that, don’t you?” I panted. “Your hole’s so hungry for me. So fucking perfect.”
The sound of our bodies was filthy—wet, slick, milk-drunk skin slapping with each deep, pounding thrust. The scent of milk was thick enough to taste in the air.
“Mine,” I growled, snapping my hips forward in a hard, final thrust and burying myself to the hilt. “Always fucking mine.”
