Page 19 of Milk & Cookie

I shake my head. “It suits you. Anything bigger or smaller wouldn’t look right. And if we’re meant to be together sexually, you’ll fit inside me. There’s nothing to be scared about.”

He stands near my feet, points the eye of his cock at me, and strokes his length until a glistening pearl shines at his tip. “You wouldn’t be scared to be mine?”

He sounds somehow worried and resigned, as if my being afraid is his expectation, but I only feel excited. Am I meant to feel differently? Does he? “Would you be scared to be mine?” I counter.

“I would love it,” he says quietly. He lowers his face between my legs, spreads my folds, and thrusts his tongue inside me.

I fly into a sitting position, and he presses a hand to the center of my chest, to push me back down. “Let me get a feel for you.”

I slowly lie back down, my legs trembling at either side of his head. He sucks at my clit, and I clamp my thighs over his ears and rock into his face, while he moans and eggs me on. He comes up with a soaked beard and licks his lips. “I could eat you for every meal,” he says in his growly voice, as he rises and slowly stalks, bear-like, toward my fuller breast.

The nipple is erect and pining for his mouth, and when he latches on to feed from it, I arch my neck and present myself higher for him. He tugs hard, and I thrust my hips in response.

He drags his clawed fingers up my inner thigh at a leisurely pace, heading for my pussy. I buck at him again, coating his hand in my slippery juices when he gets close. The glorious pulling at my breast gets stronger and more frenzied, and I stomp my foot on the table. I chase his touch in a single-minded daze, seeking the promise that’s building so wildly inside me.

He slides his fingers through my folds and massages my clit, until I whimper and beg for more.

Driven by pure longing for an enticing sensation I can almost grasp, I pull him closer — with my heels in his sides, my fists in his hair, and any other way I can.

He grips the back of my neck and angles my chest higher still, as he pulls at my breast, like he can’t consume enough of me. He drags his thick fingers downward, to press their tips just inside my gushing entrance, and the guttural sound of his longing rushes through me like pure carnal energy.

I thrust at the subtle intrusion, wanting him to push deeper, but he easily controls my movements and teases me with only shallow probing. He traces the mouth of my pussy, nudging gently around the edges, as if testing my resistance. I doubt he’ll find any; he’s giving me pleasure, and I’m one-hundred-percent open to receive. “Vince.”

His fat cock jerks against my leg, and he presses his lips into my breast as he swallows. I give a sultry sigh at the mellow sensation, but there’s barely a pause to recover, before he’s nuzzling at me and supplying more of the terrific suction only an adult can create. I tilt my hips more, the most open I’ve ever been, and he pushes his thick, blunt fingers inside me, finally giving me the fullness and friction I desire.

I slam my hips upward again and again, fucking his fingers hard, the way I want it.

He comes off my breast swearing like a sailor, before lunging at my other nipple and latching on again with even greater enthusiasm. His intense pulling brings a resurgence of need.

I grip and claw at him, and he thrusts his cock against my leg, painting my skin with wet streaks of pre-cum, as he grunts and tugs at my breast. He spreads his fingers, pushing against the walls of my pussy with a force that leaves me panting.

He’s stretching me.

The pressure increases, and he slides his scissoring fingers in and out of me in wet slurps before adding a third. I take it well, molding around the intrusion as it fills me. The gentle stretch is incredible, and it brings a whole new sensation — like there’s no going back.

He pumps them into me, curling them to expand me enough to take a fourth. It’s a tight fit, but he doesn’t let up, forcing my pussy to accommodate him, until I’ve slicked him further and he can glide easily again.

He’s thrusting at me with ease, while he sucks and tugs at my breast. Pushing and pulling. Pushing and pulling.

The opposing forces grip my body and drive it to new limits, where it’s impossible not to fall apart. An explosion of pleasure ripples through my system, shattering every nerve into a million sparkling pieces and shaking my soul loose.

My limbs tense and contract in time with my core, absorbing the physical shock from wave after rolling wave of perfection, and my mind empties of everything but the swirling euphoria I swim in.

I drift in a suspended state of full-body dreaming, until subtle shifts at the edges of my conscious slowly lure me back to my senses.

I’m in his arms, bundled in his warm, soft shirt, and he’s rocking me ever so slightly. His bearded chin bristles at the edge of my forehead, where I rest against his chin, while he slowly strokes two of his fingers along the inner walls of my pussy. Every now and then, he pushes against the confines of my channel, and my body responds with quivering spasms of pleasure.

“So good,” I mumble on a moan when another one hits.

“You sure are, Angel.” He pushes a third finger back into me easily and gives a satisfied mmm, as he presses a kiss to the side of my brow and nuzzles at my hair. “You’ve got a gorgeous and greedy little cunt, Frederica Beckett. With some training, you’ll be able to take my cock beautifully.”

The edge in his husky voice trickles down my spine, and I shiver. “Let the training begin,” I murmur through lazy lips.

He slides his fingers from my pussy, until they’re almost out. Then he curls them into my flesh, massaging me just inside with a pleasant pressure I can feel in my back passage, despite having nothing inside there. The pushing intensifies, and then he changes his grip, and pulls at me instead, stretching my pussy’s entrance open and back — toward my ass — until it feels taut in the most exciting way.

“It already has,” he whispers. He slicks his thumb in my excessive juices and slowly rubs that slipperiness at my asshole.

I’m so pleasantly sensitive there, and the sliding sensation makes my blood rush with anticipation of another new pleasure experience. I rock toward his touch, loving how it feels. He pushes the tip of his thumb inside me, and I bloom around the intrusion, open to the pleasure it brings.

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