Page 18 of Milk
“That’s it,” Nick growls against my skin, his voice rough with hunger. “Let go, little one. Show me how a Queen comes.”
My back arches off the bed as I clench violently around his fingers, my pussy milking him. Milk sprays from both breasts in thick, creamy arcs, splattering across his chest, the sheets beneath me. The room fills with the scent of sugar and warmth, and gold and white sparks burst in the air like fireworks, swirling around us in a storm of magic. Outside, the aurora flares, painting the sky in shimmering greens and blues, and sleigh bells ring in the distance.
I feel like a goddess. Like a queen.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groans, his fingers curling inside me, dragging against my swollen g-spot. “You’re mine, Holly. Every drop, every orgasm, every fucking inch of you. I’m keeping you forever, little one.”
I moan loudly, my hips jerking helplessly as another orgasmic wave crashes over me. My milk keeps coming, dripping down my ribs, over my tingling skin. Nick groans, lapping at my nipples, his tongue delicious against my skin. His fingers don’t stop, fucking me through it, drawing out every last shudder.
Nick pulls back and licks a stray drop of my milk from his lips, eyes on mine.
“Tell me what you want, Holly.”
“Your cock,” I say, my voice high and breathy. “Fuck me, Daddy. Please. Please. I need you inside me so badly.”
“Fuck, the way you beg is so sweet. So delicious.”
He stands from the bed, and my breath freezes in my lungs as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and pushes them down. His cock springs free, and oh my god. He’s thick, veined, and absolutely huge.
I guess the stockings aren’t the only Christmas things that are hung.
My mouth goes dry as I stare at him. The head is broad and flushed red, already weeping with arousal, and the sheer length of him makes my pulse stutter and my stomach dip and swirl. He’s not just big, he’s enormous. Nick has the kind of cock that should hurt, that should split me open, and fuck if that doesn’t make me even wetter.
He wraps his massive hand around his cock and strokes, a slow pull from root to tip, his big bicep flexing. A glistening bead of pre-cum wells at the tip, and my body responds in a riot of clenching, fluttering, pulsing sensation. My thighs are slick with my own juices, my cunt throbbing, empty and needy.
“Come here, little one.” His voice is rough, commanding, as he sits back against the headboard, legs spread. His cock juts upward, obscene and perfect, the heavy length resting against his abs. His balls look heavy and full, and I’m suddenly desperate for his cum. “Ride me. Claim what’s yours.”
I swallow hard, my hands trembling, heavy breasts swaying as I crawl towards him. I’m nervous, excited, aroused, joyous. He’s so big everywhere, from his broad shoulders to his massive arms and legs, to his ridiculously huge cock. I’m shaking with the need to have him inside me. I climb into his lap and straddle him, both of us moaning at the feeling of being skin to skin for the first time. He’s so warm, so solid, and so very mine.
“You’ve given me your milk,” he says, guiding his cock to my entrance, the broad head notching against my dripping hole. “And your magic.” His thumb brushes my clit, and I moan, my hips jerking forward. “And now I give you all of me.”
His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my skin as he lowers me onto him. The stretch is intense and exquisite, a slow, relentless burn as his cock spreads me wider than I’ve ever been. I whine, my nails scraping his chest, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He’s so fucking big, filling me inch by inch, my cunt clenching around him, resisting even as I sink deeper.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, his voice strained. “Take my cock, little one. Take all of me.”
I whimper and pant as my hips finally meet his, his cock seated so deep I can feel him in my belly. I’m impaled, utterly and completely. Golden bands of light swirl around us, magic humming in the air, and for a moment, we stay like that, holding perfectly still with his cock buried deep inside me.
“You’re so big, Daddy,” I say breathlessly, my pussy throbbing around him, spread helplessly wide. He strokes a hand up and down my back, his cock flexing inside me and making me whine.
“You’re doing so well, little one. You took Daddy’s big cock all the way inside your tight little pussy. You’re dripping all over me like a good girl.”
Nick’s hands flex on my hips, his cock throbbing inside me, and I can feel his pulse in my pussy, in my milk-heavy tits, in the magic crackling between us.
“Such a good girl,” he growls, his voice rough with need. “Now ride me, my queen.”
He grips my hips hard as he lifts me up, then slams me back down onto his cock. The stretch is obscene, his thickness dragging against every sensitive inch of my pussy. I cry out, my tits bouncing, milk dripping freely as he sets a brutal pace. His earlier gentleness is gone, but I’m not complaining.
“That’s it, ride Daddy’s cock,” he growls, his voice rough with possessive hunger. “Fuck, look at you. Milk dripping, cunt squeezing me so tight. You love this, don’t you? Love being stuffed full of my big cock.”
I can’t even answer. I’m a mess, only capable of whimpering and whining as he slams me down roughly again, his cock filling me so perfectly. It’s too much but just right at the same time. My pussy clenches, gushing around him, the wet sounds of our fucking filling the room. The fire roars in the hearth, gold and white sparks swirling in the air like snowflakes caught in a blizzard. My skin shimmers as though dusted with starlight, my nipples glowing faintly as more milk beads at the tips.
“So fucking perfect,” he groans, bending his head to my chest. His tongue flicks over my nipple before he seals his mouth around it, sucking hard. The pull is electric, pleasure shooting straight to my clit as he drinks. My back arches, my fingers tangling in his hair as I ride him, my hips rolling in desperate circles.
“Oh god, Daddy,” I gasp, my voice shaking.
“That’s right, baby,” he rumbles against my skin, switching to my other breast. His hands slide up, cupping my tits in a punishing grip, pushing them together as he feasts. Every suck sends another rush of milk spilling from me, dripping down overboth of us. “You’re my good little milkmaid. My delicious queen. Made for this. Made for me.”
He thrusts up into me, filling me so deep I can feel him in my, chest, in my throat. My pussy is a mess, sopping wet, squelching around him with every thrust. The bells outside ring again, the sound vibrating through me, magic pulsing in my veins.
