Page 10 of Rolling with the Single Daddies

It’s not until I reach behind her to remove her bra that I realize my fingers are damp. Milk?

I groan against her mouth.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, my lips trailing down her jaw to her neck, dragging my tongue along her collarbone.

My hands slide to the waistband of her stretchy pants, slide inside, and grab her ass cheeks, rubbing her against my cock.

She squirms out of my grasp and off my lap as she fumbles to get my shirt off. I stop her when she reaches for the button on my jeans though.

Rotating her onto her back, I strip her pants and panties in one quick move before continuing downward with a few extra kisses on her belly, where I’d love to put a baby. It takes considerable self-control, but I stop, far sooner than I want. I don’t want her to get self-conscious again.

Her sweet musk overcomes my senses before my lips are on her curls. My cock would hurt a lot less if I’d let her take my pants off. No. I made the right move. I want her to understand what we’re not doing today.

Sliding my tongue between her pussy lips, I suck her clit into my mouth. She’s even sweeter than I imagined. She bucks and moans as I tease her swollen bud.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me as I feast on her. I slide my tongue into her, burying my nose against her clit.

“Oh my god, Diego,” she moans, her breath coming in short gasps. Her legs shake as they clamp around myhead.

She cries out as she comes, wetness squirting my face. I want to praise her for letting go, for trusting me, but all I can do is relish the moment as I ease her through the orgasm.

I blinked hard when she squirted, but on re-opening my eyes, I take in the most beautiful sight of milk spraying from her breasts. She’s blissed out, her eyes closed, as her body surrenders.

My cock twitches hard and pre-cum spills in my underwear. I’m so close to going off, it’s not cool. This woman is going to be the end of life as I’ve known it.

Dragging my tongue through her curls, I start picking up the sugary-sweet milk. I lick her belly clean, drinking in her natural beauty. I want to suck on her tits—make her come while I’m sucking on them. I want her to spray me with her sweet milk.

“Oh shit. I’m so sorry.” She’s scrambling to get up.

“I’ve never seen anything so hot in my entire life.”

“I can’t believe I made such a mess. I don’t have anything—”

“Let me get it.” I get her to lie back down and I take care of every last stream and drop of milk on her skin. But it’s not enough. I flick her nipple with my tongue. “Is it okay if I…”

For once in my life, I question my choices. Is she going to think I’m sick?

She bites her lower lip. “Go ahead.”

My eyes fall shut as I take her breast into my mouth and suck. Absolute heaven. I play with her other breast with my hand, then switch.

Then I feel it—my cock and balls nearly hit the point of no return. I pull off her breasts, sitting up.

“Is… What… Did I do something…” She covers her chest with an arm and tries to sit.

I wave her off as I take a deep breath. “It’s me. I got a little too into it. Almost…” I drop my gaze to my lap.

“Then let me reciprocate.”

Cupping one of her breasts, truly appreciating the weight of it, I say, “I don’t want you to have to do any work. Can I…”

What the hell is wrong? I’ve never been afraid to speak my mind.

“You want to fuck my tits? Go for it.”

Another surge of pre-cum shoots into my underwear. I didn’t expect her to be so blunt.

I strip my pants and underwear and pull my cock free, stroking the head with my thumb to spread the pre-cum. I’m leaking like never before, barely able to hold myself back, but I need more to slick her tits.

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