Page 24 of Milk & Cookie

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FRED

Vince came over early. To talk.

It’s the last thing I want to do. Whenever I see him, a rush of need washes through me and realigns my brain into a whole different set of priorities. The first would be to strip him naked. Second — rub myself all over him. And third? Spread my legs for his huge cock and beg for his cum.

It’s hard to focus on anything else, and it takes a concerted effort to make tea and carry the cups to the break room without spilling any. I put a plate of yesterday’s cookies between us and sit on the opposite side of the table from him, to keep some distance.

It only gives me a better view. He’s so large, it’s easier to see all of him from farther away, and I can’t help but stare and yearn. Tall, muscular, and hairy in ways that excite me without my understanding why, he is simply magnificent. A mountain of a man I desperately want to climb.

Nervous about how much of my interest is plain to see, I meet his gaze.

He groans and turns away, but not for long. “Don’t look at me like that.” His voice is strained, and his eager eyes scout every inch of me, setting my skin ablaze with his obvious, reciprocated desire. “It’s hard enough to think straight when I’m not with you, but in your presence, I’m ready to lose my fucking mind. We need to talk about what we did. And what we want to do, going forward.”

I blow at my tea and flutter my lashes at him. “I only know what I’d like to do next.

He smiles and shakes his head. “No, Freddie. You may think you’re ready to come on my cock, but I’m not rushing things between us. We need to know each other better, so we’re going to talk today.”

“But I want to do both.” I sigh, and he leans across the table, to stroke my cheek and brush my hair back from my face.

“So do I.” He lowers his forehead to the table with a growly moan. “But I can’t fill your pretty cunt with my fucking whale-dick until I’ve broken you in better, and that’ll take time.” He lifts his head and stares me down. “You need to recover between stretching sessions, or I’ll hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you, Angel. Not ever.”

I search his face and sigh. I’m pretty sure he means it, and his sweet and caring nature only make me desire him more.

“What are you going to do about these, then?” I slip the straps of my dress down and bare my heavy, aching breasts to him. They’re the biggest they’ve ever been, and it’s his doing. A man his size has an appetite to match, and he’s brought in more milk than I’ve had to handle before. My breast feel ready to burst, my skin hot and taut, and the thought of his stretching my body in all these different ways, to cater to his needs, gives me thrills I’m sure it shouldn’t. Mom would be sick if she knew, but I can’t help what I feel — what I crave.

I thrust my chest out and utter a soft whimper, as I gently trail my fingers around the curves of my tender, swollen flesh. “Your sexy mouth is responsible for this massive supply, and it’s getting painful to be so full.”

“Then I’ll need to make you feel better. Immediately.” His chair scrapes back, he pushes the table away, and then pats his lap.

I stand, grab a couple of cookies from the jar, and saunter over. “Your sweatpants will get damp if you don’t push them down before I sit there.”

“Fred,” he says in a warning tone and looks down at his massive boner.

“I won’t try to fuck your dick,” I promise. “I’m merely letting you know that I’m going to get ridiculously wet when your hungry mouth is pulling at me. I like it, Vince.”

“So do I,” he says quietly, before shoving his pants down to his knees. “Come soak me, Angel.”

“Gladly.” I lift the skirt of my dress and walk over to straddle his warm thighs. He pushes his fat cock flat, and I sit on it, already sliding a little. I feed him a cookie, and he takes it into his mouth whole. His lips curl up as he chews, and he glances at the cookie still in my hand. He wants it. He loves sweet things, I’ve noticed.

I stroke the underside of his beardy chin, trail my fingers through his chest hair, and then grip a handful of fuzz in my fist tightly enough to make him hiss. “I don’t know why you’re so worried about my not being big enough to try and take you yet.” I stroke his hairs back into their natural state and move on to explore other parts of him. He’s so different from any man I’ve been close to before. “I’ve had four children,” I remind him as I toy with one of his nipples.

His cock strains beneath me, and he elicits a warning rumble. “Your baby-making is my favorite — and probably my only — reason to believe there’s potential for me to fit inside you one day.”

I put the other cookie in his mouth, and then grip his big, beefy shoulders, so I can adjust my position. I like it when our curls touch.

“Raven was nine-pounds-six.” I smile at how big his eyes get. He looks impressed, and I like it. “Are you implying your dick is bigger than a nine-and-a-half-pound infant? Because I’ve seen it, Vince. It’s big, but it’s not impossible.”

He grips my ass and slides me back and forth along his smooth length, until he swallows. “It’s big enough we’ll need to be careful with it.”

I lean forward and weave my fingers into his hair. He closes his eyes and moans, as I massage his scalp.

“I promise I’ll be careful with it, then,” I whisper near his ear, before I tug at his lobe with my teeth.

“Fuck,” he says on an exhale, his cock bucking and jerking beneath me. He grips my shoulders and sets me back, where he can see me. “You’re a sneaky one. Getting me all riled up, so I want to do what you say, instead of what I should.”

I give him an innocent shrug. “I’m just enjoying your body as I explore it.”

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