Page 52 of Yearn
“Exactly,” I whispered, and my gaze devoured her. “Out of my mind for you, Mommy.”
“Stop it.”
“Give me a few more minutes, Mommy.”
“I’m not your Mommy.”
“Sometimes. . .that’s what you will be to me. You’ll take care of my cock. You’ll feed me with your pussy. You’ll tell me when I look a mess from all the cum and then you will help me clean it up with your tongue.”
“Fuck. . .” And then she licked her lips and looked away.
I knew she would like this.
A dark groan left me. My length jerked. Another drop of pre-cum spilled down the thick crown. “I want you to make me cum because I’m your Good Boy.”
Her lips parted on a soft moan, the protest gone before it had teeth. “Dominic. . .”
“Look at me.”
She met my gaze.
“Does it turn you on when I talk to you like that?”
“Yes.”
“Does it make you horny?”
“Yes.”
“Then, let’s have fun. Just for a few minutes. . .” I grabbed her wrist, gentle but unrelenting, and guided her hand down until her palm pressed against my shaft. Her fingers twitched as if to pull away, but then. . .my beautiful goddess wrapped those fingers around my thick, hungry length.
Oh, Christ, she’s going to kill me.
That small, perfect fist stroked the length of me, slow, dangerous, claiming. My cock pulsed so hard in her palm I thought I might spill right then.
She glared at me as she slowly jacked me off. “You’re not a Good Boy.”
“I’m not?”
“You’re very. Fucking. Naughty.”
“Fuck yeah. I am.” I put my hands to her shirt and began undoing the buttons. The red silk parted. The sight of her breasts—full, soft, tipped with dark brown nipples already tightened into hard peaks—stole the air from my lungs. “Did you breastfeed your kids when they were young?”
“Yes.”
“Will you breastfeed me?”
“Dominic. . .”
“Am I being a Bad Boy?”
“Yes.” Yet that one word came out as a deep moan. “Such a Bad Boy.”
I groaned low in my chest too. I couldn’t stop myself. My palms found her breasts, cupping the weight, squeezing until she gasped. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, teasing, punishing, watching her lips part as she kept stroking me. Her touch faltered, then gripped harder, matching the way I twisted her peaks.
She was the overdose I would beg for again and again.
“I want to suck on these breasts until milk comes.”
