Page 25 of Milk & Cookie

“Exploring, huh?” He looks me over. Slides one hand down past my elbow, encircles my wrist, and uses his new grip to raise my arm in the air. He stares at my armpit, and I look too.

I wear them natural, which some guys say they don’t like, but I can feel Vince’s dick moving against me in appreciative eagerness.

He pulls me close, presses his nose into the small tuft of hair, and inhales deeply. His cock goes fucking wild.

I ride it, bronco-style, giggling from the tickle of his beard.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, leaning back to watch me squirm. “What is that scent?”

“It’s me,” I say with another giggle. “And soap. Homemade soap.”

“Of course,” he says, like it would be silly to think otherwise. He pulls me closer and lightly traces the veins on my breasts, while his erect and restless cock twitches excitably. He watches my face while he gently presses against my firm flesh and carefully palms my round fullness. “You’re very pretty, Angel.”

“I’m glad you think so.” I run my hands over his head, down his neck and out along his strong shoulders. “Because the feeling is mutual.” I grind against him, coating his shaft with my juices. “I can’t look at you without soaking my thighs.”

He smiles and wets his lips. “I can feel that.” He bends forward, drags the tip of his nose down my breast, and swipes the tip of his tongue over my nipple, before suckling gently — almost too lightly to feel. When he slips off, the only sign he’s really been there is that my nipples are standing at attention and one is coated in moisture. Thoroughly coated. Did he leave behind extra saliva on purpose?

He switches sides and licks and kisses my other nipple, leaving it drenched, too. He sits back with a satisfied look on his face, and then purses his lips and blows air at me.

It hits my nipples with a cool slap, and my spine snaps straight with a shiver.

He smiles and does it again, then bounces me on his knees. My breasts knock together, and his cock bucks at me. He takes hold of my dress and carefully works it past my breasts before pulling it over my head and placing in on the table. “Don’t want that getting wet,” he murmurs, palming my aching tits again. He suckles a little at each one, and then leans back in his chair to watch the magic happen.

My nipples prickle, and tiny beads of milk begin to form. They gather into bigger drops and soon I’m dripping milk onto my thighs, down the trail of hair on his belly, and into our curls. His dick goes fucking crazy, and he slowly massages my breasts, coaxing the flow. He slides his thumbs beneath my nipples, to provide a firm base, and then strokes his fingers down the upper side until he’s literally milking me.

Milk sprays at his chest and trickles through the forest of hair there, and I flush with heat.

Who does this? And why does nobody talk about it? I never knew breastmilk could have such a delicious sexual component to it. Relief, endorphins, and the pleasure-pain of having my nipples tugged with exquisite skill by a large, horny mountain man, are too good a combination not to enjoy together.

I rock and grind against Vince’s thick and wildly active shaft. It lifts and bumps beneath my pussy, providing a beautiful sliding platform and making me throb.

“Mmm…” He rumbles with approval. “You going to come for me, Angel?”

He continues hand-milking one breast, but leans in to take the other into his mouth. He draws it deep, and I moan when he latches firmly and tugs. His suction is rugged and strong, and I fully surrender to the two different sensations drawing my milk forth at the same time, while I slick his cock. It’s too overwhelming to do anything but soak in the pleasure of his masterful touch.

I let my head fall back, as a powerful climax shudders through my core. I fill the room with rolling moans of relief, and my pussy flutters atop his shaft, soaking his length with wet kisses.

He groans and drags his mouth from my breast, pulling me with him, until he releases the suction. The sensation induces another wave of powerful spasms, and I succumb to it all.

“You feel beautiful, coming on my cock, Angel,” he says. “My gorgeous milky girl. I want to fuck you so badly.”

“Do it,” I pant when he comes to suckle at my other breast. “Do it now.”

He shakes his head and leans back. “Not yet,” he says, watching me with unadulterated desire. “This is too good to rush.” His touch is filled with reverence as he strokes my face. So warm and loving. Floating in sated bliss while feeling adored may be my new favorite thing — better than cold custard and fresh peaches with the girls, under a shady tree, in the height of summer.

“I’m desperate to push inside and cream your pretty cunt, Angel. That’s why I’ll come back to you as fast as I can.” Vince leans in, to drink from me gently, and my pussy quivers, but my heart leaps into my throat.

Back?

Mom warned me not to play with fire, but I haven’t made up my mind about whether I’ll listen, when basking in the warmth has been this wonderful. I’m not ready to step away yet, and now I may not even get a choice?

I pull back and search his face. “You’re leaving?”

His eyebrows twitch, and his eyes soften. He strums at my pouting lower lip with his thumb. “You knew I was only visiting, Angel.”

I nod, but it’s a little hard to breathe, and my eyes feel hot. I don’t want to say goodbye; I’m not ready. I raise my gaze to the ceiling and take a few calming breaths, before I can speak. When the words come out, they’re soft and strained. “But I thought we’d have more time. We haven’t even… Does it have to be over so soon?” I search his face. “Did I do something wrong?”

He raises his eyebrows and shakes his head as he cups my face in his big hands. “No, Angel. You’re perfect,” he whispers, brushing his thumbs over my cheeks.

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