Page 53 of Awakening His Daddy

“Okay, come on.”

“Really?!”

I hold the blanket up.

Instead of crawling in next to me like I thought he would, he sets the flashlight down and climbs into my lap before he nuzzles against my chest.

I tense automatically, but he doesn’t seem to notice. The pressure of his head and the warmth of his breath are making me even more uncomfortable. My shower attempts after he went to bed weren’t very effective at relieving the fullness in my chest, and it’s almost unbearable at this point.

“You smell so good, Daddy.” He nuzzles deeper into me and rubs his face against my clothed and very wrapped nipple. There’s no way he could smell my milk, right? “Daddy,” he whines.

He knows.

“Please let me help. I heard you swearing in the bathroom.”

“I was—that wasn’t what you think it was.”

“What was it then?”

I should lie and tell him I was jerking off, but that would probably be worse.

When he rubs my nipple, it’s obvious this little brat knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Izzy,” I warn, but it comes out more like a moan, so he continues teasing.

“I was at the club for the Lactin Brotherhood event.”

I freeze.

Lie, lie, lie, my brain tells me.

“What’s that?”

He rolls his eyes and winces as he sits up.

“It’s a group for men who lactate,” he answers dryly.

“Never heard of it,” I lie badly.

“Fine,” he huffs. “But ever since I found out that men can lactate, I’ve been very interested. I didn’t find out about the Lactin Brotherhood until just recently, and that’s why I was at the club.” He looks deep into my eyes. “I want a Daddy, and onewho can feed me.” His hand traces over my wet shirt. “That’s my unicorn.”

“How did you find out?” I ask, even though I’m leaking worse now. “Did Leo tell you about it?” I’ll kill that boy. Son or not.

“No, he doesn’t know I’m into it, and I found it in porn.” He shrugs.

“The Lactin Brotherhood does porn?!”

Izzy chuckles now. “I don’t think so, but I saw a video with a man and his boy, so I started looking around to see if it’s real and turns out it is.”

The bold little brat pinches my nipple, and it’s like the floodgates open.

“Izzy—”

“Let me help you.” He presses his whole body tight against me and looks up at me with his sparkling brown eyes.

“Your tummy is upset,” I remind him.

“Warm milk might help.”

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