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I’m soglad Herb is okay that, despite my deepest desires, I let him drain her right side while I drain her left.

She strokes one hand through my hair, the other one down his tubing as we latch, suck and swallow, almost competitively.

When my belly is full and his tank is, too, we lie together, my hard on resting along her thigh. She reaches down, stroking me. When I glance up at her, she presses a finger to her lips, like she doesn’t want Herb to know we’re fooling around without him.

“You were so supportive and sweet,” she whispers, “I just want to reward you.” She looks down at her breast, dragging her pointer finger across her used, pink nipple. “And you nursed me dry. I feel so good because of you, Chip, and I just want to reward you.”

“Yes,” I groan, my proverbial tail wagging as I thrust my hips upward, my cock sliding between her hands. She chokes down on me but out of nowhere, sets Herb on the floor and straddles my lap.

“I think he understands that after the trauma of almost losing him, we need this,” she says, peering off the edge of the bed just once to glance at Herb. Aligning my aching cock with her wet pussy, she sinks down on me with a breathy moan, and I swear I almost come.

“Sit up,” she urges, riding my lap in slow, gentle movements. I sit up, and it feels like I somehow move deeper inside her as she rides.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good, Leche,” I groan, rooting around her chest until my mouth finds a nipple. I taste him, and hungrily devour her, trying to replace the taste of him with her.

“Herb left some for you,” she whispers, riding me while I suck her soft, supple breast into my mouth and begin swallowing all of her sustenance.

She bounces on my cock as I drink what Herb left behind, my belly so full of milk that it sloshes with the moving mattress. “Yes,” she purrs, “I’m so close Chip. I’m so close!”

Grunting, groaning, trying my hardest to fight it, I come that moment, hard and fast. Moaning against her breast, my mouth hardly suckles as I curl into her, coming in urgent bursts.

“Oh,” she moans, “yes, Chippy, come for me, come from my milk.” And then she falls apart in my lap, becoming the hottest real life fantasy of all.

After we clean up, we drag Herb onto the bed and settle in for a short nap. We want to be rested when we get married.

11

Leche & Herb

After calling my favorite desk clerk at the DNF bookshop, plans are set. Tonight, after the store closes, Story will officiate our marriage.

Kind of worked out perfectly that she’s already an ordained minister for a wedding she did last week between a couple whofell in love over the fisting trope right there in the store. They had the same idea— marrying where the spark first sparked.

Chip went home to shower and get his best outfit on, and when he comes back, we decided, he’s moving in. I told him to limit how many air guitars he brings over, because my apartment is small. He promised he’d only bring the ones that make him feel the raddest, but that his entire McDonalds Moon Man cup collection absolutely had to come with him. And because I cherish my colonial dolls, I totally get it.

I wrap a bow around Herb, because he’s a vacuum. How do you really dress that up, you know? And I get into a nice sundress, something much less formal than the dress I wore on our first official date. Glancing at the fancy dress laying discarded on my floor, I notice the tag. AISLE and beneath that, in fancy cursive, is the word BRIDAL.

“Herb, I was wearing a wedding dress for our date— I think I manifested this marriage!” I tell him, laughing as I adjust his bow. I look down at the sundress I’m wearing and realize that I wore the wrong dress the wrong day— I should be wearing the bridal gown today. But I tell myself it’s okay, because everything else in my life makes perfect sense, so what’s one little illogical thing?

Thirty minutes later, Chip walks in wearing the most incredible suit. Maroon and gold, made of something softer than silk– maybe satin? I love that I can see the curls of his chest hair pressed taut to the fabric, and my pussy quivers beneath my cotton high waist full coverage briefs.

“You look fantastic,” I tell him, practically breathless.

His grin is white, toothy and wide, and I nearly melt. “And you know who else that I know that also happens to look fantastic?” He takes a second to catch his breath after the mouthful.

“Me?” I sigh, my body tingling after his cologne hits my nose. Original Musk, the first Axe made.

“I love you,” I remind him, drenching myself over my soon to be husband. It’s been a crazy two days!

“Love you too babes,” he winks, dipping down to kiss my forehead. Only, I go in for a full kiss so my nose crashes into his mouth. My nose tickles and boom— I sneeze.

He licks his lips. “I liked that.”

I look down at Herb then up at Chip. His eyes flit between us, excitement making them glisten. “Are we ready to get married? This isn’t crazy?” he offers, laughing playfully as he dips in for a kiss.

I laugh too. “No, this is how good love stories start. Trust me.” He doesn’t know that I’ve read Misery by Stephen King over seventeen times (almost eighteen). I know romance.

“I do trust you,” he sighs, blinking longingly at me, then Herb.

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