Page 11 of Trained By His Little

“Nothing really. I’ll probably hit the farmer’s market tomorrow and maybe do some cleaning.” He looked up at me with a semi-eager expression. “What about you?”

I shrugged, quickly searching through the calendar in my head. “I’ll probably have to spend a lot of time with the pump, figuring out how to actually make it work, unless…”

His eyes went big, and he waited for me to finish that thought. “Unless, what?”

“Well, I was thinking that if you would like, maybe you can stay at my place this weekend. It would help me out, and there’s something I’d like to show you.” I considered just telling him about the nursery, but it made more sense to show him and hope he understood. It wasn’t an easy concept to grasp if you weren’t familiar with kink or the lifestyle.”

“Okay.” His response was quick and decisive.

“Yeah?” I grinned, and a huge weight lifted from my shoulders, grateful to have all weekend with my boy. “Are you sure?”

“Definitely. I was going to suggest that from the beginning, but I didn’t want to come across as greedy.”

I chuckled, happy with how this conversation was going. “Please be greedy.” I held my hands over my pecs and gave them a squeeze. “I need you to be greedy until my production levels out to something a little more manageable.”

He cocked his head and thought about it. “Have you considered selling it like Collin does?”

I exhaled deeply. “Maybe, if I could get the damn pump to work, but so far, it’s either hand squeeze or mouth suck…and only one of those two is actually effective.”

The corners of his lips pulled up into a subtle smile as he nodded. “Yeah, I have a feeling I’m gonna be gaining some weight.”

“Oh, yeah. I guess you’re right.” I was probably producing more than a gallon every day, and I couldn’t expect Oliver to drink that much. “I can talk to Collin about seeing if anyone else is interested in taking some of my milk. I don’t want you to feel pressure to always be the one to empty me out.”

“No. It’s mine!” Oliver’s lower lip poked out, and it looked like it was quivering. “I mean, I have some suggestions on how we can get the pumps to work for when I’m too full or…you’re too full.”

I smiled even wider now. “Sounds like a plan. Now, who’s ready for dessert?”

8

OLIVER

“ME. ME. ME. I'm ready for dessert, Daddy!”

I jumped up from my seat at the table and ran to the couch to get comfy.

Daddy let out a chuckle. “No running in the house, boy.”

When I heard his stern voice, it made my dick start to stir in my pants. I quickly adjusted it, hoping he didn't notice. “Sorry, Daddy. I'm just so excited.” My body instantly relaxed when he came over to the couch and I felt his strong arms wrap around me.

“I know you're excited for milk, but you need to be more careful, little one.”

“I'm sorry, Daddy. I’ll be good.”

He pulled me onto his lap. “I know you will, my sweet boy.”

Daddy brushed my hair back and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “You ready for your milk?”

My cheeks turned pink as I wiggled in Daddy's lap. “Mhm. Yes, please.”

My mouth watered as Daddy removed his shirt, and I saw that milk was already starting to trickle down his gorgeous skin. After scooting onto the sofa cushion and getting into position, he cupped the back of my head and guided me to his chest. “Go ahead, little one. It's all yours.”

Mine. Daddy's milk was all mine.

He let out a strangled moan as I licked the droplets off his nipple, making his bud harden.

My dick jumped because Daddy’s moans were so sexy.

Neither of us got hard during our first few sessions, and if we did, it was merely a reaction that we both ignored. But we were becoming more comfortable with each other, each session building the bond between us stronger and stronger, making it even more difficult to ignore the stiffening cock underneath me.

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