Page 19 of Milk
“So fucking beautiful,” he growls, pulling back to watch as he fucks me. “Milk leaking, cunt dripping, all for me. You’re mine, Holly. Every fucking inch of you.”
I moan his name, my thighs trembling, my pussy clenching around him. I’m so close to coming, so unbelievably full. I’m going to melt from the pleasure, from the way he’s worshipping me, using me, claiming me.
His lips seal around my nipple again, and he drinks down my milk in long, deep pulls that make my pussy flutter around his thrusting cock. The fire burns hotter, the gold snowflakes swirling faster, and the air smells like Christmas and sex.
“Nick!” I scream, my cunt locking around his cock like a vise as I come, hard. My back bows so hard it almost hurts, milk running freely from my throbbing nipples. His cock swells inside me, pulsing, and then he’s coming, too, with a guttural groan, his cum flooding me in scorching waves. I feel the obscene stretch as he pushes deep and fills me to overflowing, his seed dripping out around his still-thrusting cock.
“Fuck, Holly, that’s it. Take all of Daddy’s cum,” he gasps, his hips jerking up, his cock pulsing as he comes and comes. The physical part of the bond snaps into place between us, a crack of magic like ice breaking underfoot. Gold and silver light explodes through the room, almost blinding in its intensity for a moment. My skin burns where his hands grip my hips, my pussy clenching relentlessly around his cock as we both come and come. His cum leaks out of me, dripping down my thighs, pooling where we’re joined.
I collapse against his chest, both of us panting, our skin slick with sweat and milk and cum. His cock is still hard inside me, twitching as the last of his release spills out. His fingers trail down over my breasts and belly until they’re between my spread legs, gathering the mess we’ve made. He scoops up some of his cum mixed with my milk, and then brings his glistening fingers to my lips.
“Open,” he says, his voice quiet but commanding.
I obey, and he slips his fingers between my lips. The taste is both filthy and delicious, a mix of salt and sugar, musk and warmth, and I moan around his fingers, my tongue swirling to clean every drop from them. His cock jerks inside me, and he groans.
“Such a good fucking girl for me,” he rumbles. “Now let Daddy taste his queen.”
I don’t hesitate. I dip my fingers between us, scooping up the slick mess of his cum and my milk, and offer it to him. He sucks my fingers into his mouth, taking his time licking them clean, his eyes locked on mine, glowing with love and reverence. He releases my fingers, and a delicate, glowing snowflake-shaped mark appears directly over his heart. I gasp as the same mark burns into my own skin, right above my left breast, the edges shimmering like fresh frost.
“Mine,” he growls, his hand pressing over the mark on my chest. His cock swells inside me again, and I roll my hips, already wanting more. “Forever.”
He cuddles me against his chest, his big hand cradling the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as he holds me. The steady beat of his heart pulses against my cheek.
“You did it, little one,” he says, his voice rough with awe. “The magic is alive again. Can you feel it?”
I nod because I can feel it. The air hums, thick with the scent of pine and sugar, the distant jingle of sleigh bells ringingin my ears. My skin still glows, faint and golden, like frosted candlelight. Milk drips lazily from my nipples, pooling between us. I shift, and his cock twitches inside me, still hard.
His fingers trace idle patterns down my spine, each touch sending little sparks dancing through me. “Decades,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to my temple. “I waited decades for you. And you…” His voice cracks. “You chose me.”
I tilt my head back, meeting his gaze. His eyes are wet, the blue of them reminiscent of a winter sky, ringed with that molten gold. My chest aches.
“I love you, Nick,” I whisper.
The words hang between us, and then his mouth is on mine. He kisses me slow and deep, like he’s savoring me. His hands slide up to cup my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks, and I melt into him. There’s no rush now, no desperate hunger. Just this. Just us.
“You’re the best surprise I’ve ever gotten,” I murmur against his lips, smiling. “And I do love surprises.”
He chuckles, low and warm, his cock flexing inside me. “Oh, my sweet girl,” he growls, rolling us so I’m beneath him, his weight pressing me into the soft mattress, his massive body surrounding me, filling me. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Thank you so much for reading Nick and Holly’s story! This is by far the kinkiest, most out there story I’ve ever written, so thank you for coming along for the ride. If you want more Nick and Holly, click here to get their sweet and filthy bonus epilogue, which involves a “royal inspection,” a milky massage, and lots of breeding talk.
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“I’m going to teach you how to open up your throat and let me in,” he says tracing a finger down the front of my throat. “Teach you how nice it feels to have your little belly full of Daddy’s cum.”
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, my pussy clenching violently at his words. I can feel how wet my panties are. They’re soaked. Absolutely soaked. I’ve never done any of this before, but with Logan, I want to. I want to learn everything. I want to give him everything.
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