Page 20 of Milk & Cookie

“Mmm. What a fucking angel.”

I smile and shift against him, to explore the sensation. “I’m just doing what my body wants. You make me feel good.”

“That’s my only fucking intention, Angel.” He uses the thumb in my ass like an anchor point, to get a better grip on my pussy entrance with the tips of his fingers. He pulls at me as if he wants to bring my holes closer together. He stretches me until the edge of pain makes me tense, and holding me there, he uses his other hand to stroke my clit. Within moments, I adjust to the new normal, and then begin to chase the pleasure he’s baiting me with.

I gush over his fingers, and he praises me for it. His words urge me onward and swirl in my head, until I seek more. I’m a good girl. His good girl. His angel. I’m going to take his cock just right.

The pressure at my entrance intensifies, and I can imagine his huge cock forcing me open, pushing me to my limits, so I feel ready to burst, and then forging deep, to fuck me and spill his seed where it can grow.

I want it. I rub at his slippery hands, and push against his thumb, making it fuck my ass while he trains my pussy to take his massive cock.

“Yes, Angel. I’m so fucking proud of you. Show me how much you want it. How badly do you want my cock?” The hand rubbing my clit slides lower, and those fingers push inside me from the front, while his other fingers continue to tug at me from behind.

I’m being entered from both sides, pulled open while my ass tries to clench the thumb inside it. The stretch is so intense. So good. I grind my clit against his big palm, and my pussy pulls tighter.

Vince hums long and low, and increases the resistance each time my pussy threatens to squeeze. I rock and tighten, rock and tighten, and the pressure builds and builds.

“That’s it, Angel. Come for me again. Come for me, and I’ll make you feel pulled so tight you’ll scream.” The stretch intensifies, and I fuck everything he gives me, as the pleasure coils its heat inside me. I’m past the point of no return. My orgasm is imminent, and he knows just how to push me over the edge.

He works his magic and makes me feel so full, there’s a sense I’ve achieved something impossible.

Then he rumbles his plans in my ear. “I’m going to ruin you for other men. I’ll be the only man who can pack you fucking tight the way you want. You’ll only want me, and I’m going to break you in so you can take my massive cock anytime you want it. I’ll make you fucking gape.”

I jolt back against him with the power of my climax. He catches me and holds me tight, stroking my fucking soul with a tenderness that’s hard to believe after what he just said to me, but it’s happening, and it’s exactly what I need, so I trust it.

This is how he is. Big and overwhelming with both power and sensitivity. A combo I could definitely fall in love with — if that’s something I’ll allow myself to do.

The second I get in the door at home, Mom looks me up and down. She shakes her head, raises a warning finger, and points it right at me. It shakes a little with the vibe of the words she’s leaving unspoken, and then she points to the next room, where I can hear the children playing. “Don’t you put them at risk for a few moments of pleasure.”

I frown so hard my forehead aches. “I would never put my babies at risk.”

How can she even tell I’ve been pleasured? Do I look different?

I feel different.

My body shivers, as my memory serves up a few reasons I may look like a new, sated woman — Vince, holding me to the wall; Vince, with his face between my legs; Vince at my breast with his powerful, adult jaw working to milk me, while he stretched my pussy to ready it for his huge cock.

“No, Frederica.”

Mom comes back into focus, and I frown harder. “Vince is different. He’s kind.”

She almost laughs, but her stance remains firm. She looks to the ceiling, her lips moving like she’s praying, then she returns her gaze to me. “They’re always nice at first, darling — even more so when they know how to fool your body. But don’t let him fool your mind, child. He’s out to serve himself before all else. It’s what men do. Stick to your plan and don’t bring danger into your life for a few scraps of fun. No matter how different one may seem, they’re all the same, and the moment you let your guard down, you’ll be made to regret it.”

She tilts her chin to catch the light, making sure I can see the line of her slightly crooked jaw and the scar my father gave her. “Protect your children at all costs, Frederica.”

Her eyes start to fill with tears, and I nod, hoping to stem the flow before a tide of guilt washes over me. “I will,” I promise. “We have a system that works, and I won’t jeopardize it. I feel pulled to Vince, but I haven’t thought about keeping him, Mom.”

It’s a lie, but it’ll put her mind at ease while I’m figuring out how to get what I want without hurting anyone.

“That may not matter to him,” she says, her tone still stern. “If he wants you, he’ll do his damnedest to get you, so you may need to consider the signals you’ve been giving him and start showing him different ones. I don’t care if you’re drawn to him; that sort of attraction is distracting and impairs judgement. Love makes the biggest fools, and I won’t have you counted among them.”

“Mom.”

“Did he give you these flowers?” she demands to know.

I look down at the sweet posy of orange blooms in my hand. “They’re for the girls. To paint tigers with.”

She relaxes and nods. “Thank goodness. If he’d given them to you, it would be a sure sign he was too interested, and we can’t have that. Keep your distance and don’t encourage him. I know you want a big family, and goodness knows we’ll need the help with the workload around here, but you’re young, and you don’t need to rush. You can find a different father for your next child. Another gentle gay man, perhaps?”

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