Page 13 of Awakening His Daddy

My traitorous body tells me I can, and I remind my body that we don’t like guys and he’s my son’s best friend.

Even that isn’t enough to get me to stop thinking about the adorable boy who wants me so badly.

What would it be like to have his mouth on me—no, not his, I mean any mouth? It must feel good or the others wouldn’t let the boys do it.

I’ve always hated pumping, it’s just something to get done and move on, and I’ve never let anyone play with my nipples because of the leaking it can cause.

Maybe I might like it.

I try to focus on the rhythmic sucking of the pump, and it doesn’t feel terrible. I imagine the feel of a warm tongue as I take one cup down and gently flick my wet nipple.

A spark flies down my body. I pinch it lightly, rolling it between my fingers like teeth teasing me might, and my dick is getting into this as well. I pinch it harder as milk sprays onto my stomach while I groan in pleasure. When I tug like the pump does and picture a hot mouth closing around me…

“Yeah, suck on Daddy.”

Nope. Izzy is not what I’m pic—Oh heck, that’s good. I take the other cup away and pinch them both now.

“Such a good boy.”He smiles up at me with my nipple in his mouth, and he looks so sweet, innocent.“You make Daddy feel so good.”

My hips buck, and I don’t even care that I’m probably making a huge mess and jerking it to the thought of a man who’s half my age.

The only thing I can think of are the sharp stings going straight to my balls. I tug harder and harder, causing my milk to spill from me, and I need to come.

With one last tug, I let go of my right nipple. My hand is soaked, and I rub my milk all over my dick as I jerk myself and pinch my other nipple hard.

I’m coming almost instantly, and the force of it has my vision blurring as I throw my head back in pleasure. The feel of my milk leaking out of me as my cum drains makes it even more intense.

I lie back with my arms and legs splayed out on my bed and sigh.

Then I look down at the mess I made and realize that I might need to do this on a towel, or better yet, in the shower.

Then the guilt creeps in fast.

I just jerked off to thoughts of my son’s best friend. He’s someone I shouldn’t even be thinking about.

He probably jerks off thinking of you.

Not the point.

Maybe a shower will wash the shame away.

It doesn’t, and even more depressing, I still need to pump after I’m done.

My Daddy jerk-off session is running on repeat through my head. Izzy is a boy, but is he a Little? Would he be grossed out by the fact that I lactate?

“Captain.”

“Huh.”

“Chief told me to report to you.”

“Oh, right.” I direct the officer to her duties for the day, and she heads off.

Jackson and Trent walk back into the station and give me a wave. I’m about to scold them because they are not partners anymore and where the hell did they leave theirs? But they enter a moment later.

“Don’t forget to pick up Wesley from practice,” Trent says.

“Right… Where are you going again?” Jax asks.

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