Page 45 of Free Fall

“All that talk of filling you up actually worked, huh?” I commented, stepping into her space, letting my cock press into her stomach as I grasped her hair and held her head back.

“Is this what you wanted? A little breeding fantasy come to life?” she asked, wincing at the pain in her scalp. “You don’t want to discuss this like responsible adults, you just want to live out your dirty fantasy some more?”

A smile quirked on my lips. Shit, maybe it was a fantasy of mine. I ran my thumb across her bottom lip, trailed it down her jaw, down her neck and along her collarbone. She gasped when I reached her tit, squeezing her nipple. “What’s this?” I questioned, rubbing the wetness I found there between my fingers.

Her cheeks flushed. “Oh my god,” she mumbled, trying to get away from me.

“Tell me what it is, puppet.”

“Milk,” she muttered. “My milk has come in. I don’t have a bump, but I do have leaking tits—”

I’d heard enough and ducked down to suck her tit into my mouth, drawing her nipple to my teeth to draw out the fluid from her. It was sweeter than I expected, musky. Delicious.

Her legs buckled, but I caught her, placing her on the bed and bending to keep her nipple between my lips. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as her milk flowed, just a tiny amount, enough to have my cock raging hard. I wanted all of her, everything she could give.

“Holy shit, Zel,” I breathed against her, kissing her full tits, all around her chest, licking lines from her cleavage to her armpits, just laving over all of her. We would talk later, when our bodies lay spent and our minds could focus.

“Luca, that feels amazing,” she sighed. “It’s so sensitive…”

“Mm,” I groaned into her skin, pulling her other nipple into my mouth. “You want to taste?” I held some of the milky fluid on my tongue and kissed her, not waiting for her answer.

As she welcomed me in, opening her legs to let me fall between them, our bodies met everywhere. My cock rested on her pussy and she moaned, grinding herself on it, letting the shaft run through her warm pussy lips, my piercing rub against her clit. We kissed deeply, wholly, our hands roaming all over each other’s skin. I was ready to fuck it all up for this woman, to abandon everything.

“Ah,” she cried out when I moved back down her neck, needing more of her skin in my mouth, more of her milk. I grasped her tits, kneaded them and sucked them deep, drifting from nipple to nipple, rolling her piercings around with my tongue, lapping up any droplet of milk they gave me. “Please,” she sighed. “I need more.”

“You want me to fill you?” I asked. “We’ve already done it, Zel, I’ve already put a baby in you.” I roamed lower, lapping at her torso, her belly button, all over her soft stomach. “I’ve taken root in you, made you as mine as you can be.”

“Mm.”

“What do you need from me?” I queried, kissing her pubic bone, the top of her thigh.

She gripped my hair, holding my head up so she could look me in the eye. “I need to be ruined, Luca.”

Twenty Four

Zelda

Icouldn’tbelievehewas here, between my legs, sucking the milk from my tits and groaning at the idea of knocking me up. He was a kinky fucker, but I thought for sure he’d hold it in, scold me or show anger, pain, anything. Instead, he met me with a deep lust, and surprising no one, I fell to it. Talking like sensible adults could come later. Screw it.

He moved down my body, kissing and licking until his tongue landed on my clit, so slow it was torturous. I cried out and let him have his way, let him use his body to rile mine up. I didn’t have any fight in me today, it all exhausted me. No matter what I told myself in the moments we were apart, as soon as he was filling up my space, I was gone for him. It was dangerous, hard to know how much truth was in my thoughts, but I wanted him too much to care.

My muscles quivered, and my tits leaked — something I thought would be humiliating, but with Luca, it was incredible. It was like my body was clicking on everything it needed to now that I was aware of the pregnancy, the nausea, the milk, the swollen ankles, I was playing catch up.

Avery had pointed out wet patches on my chest when we were at the studio just two days ago. I hadn’t gone up off the floor, but still, it was good to move my body on the mats, to be in the space I found such comfort and calm. But the overt signs of what my womb was busy doing underneath my skin was catching up, and I sat there for the rest of the lesson with tissue shoved in my bra, miserable.

But Luca, wonderful, horrible Luca, he’d surprised me again. Broken me again.

His tongue roamed down past my entrance, prodding at my ass as he lifted me up, a hand on each ass cheek. “Fucking hell, Zelda,” he said. “I want you everywhere.”

“You can have me however you want,” I muttered back, believing it with my entire chest at that moment. “You always have.”

He slipped a wet finger into my asshole and returned his tongue to my clit, sucking and licking, letting me soak his beard. “You think I can stretch you out here, too?”

The thought terrified me. Which in turn morphed to something like desire, making me jerk, then relax, leak fluid. He laughed, though, curling his finger and twisting it, giving me a taster, low and aching. “I will have you here soon, puppet, but not tonight.” I had no fight for him, just laid bare for his use, so I nodded and whined.

He kept his finger in my ass until I came on his tongue, convulsing and shuddering with every pulse of my orgasm. It was more intense than before, my tits and pussy throbbing deeper. As Luca kissed his way up my body, he heaved me up, twisted us so I was sitting in his lap. He winced when his naked back hit the cold wall next to my bed, making me laugh.

With a grin, he mouthed at my collarbone, cupped my tits to hold them up, squashed together. “I can’t wait to see these full of milk, overflowing with it. You’re going to look so fucking sexy.”

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