Page 54 of Awakening His Daddy

“I…” I can’t. “It’s—” His mouth is so big and warm. My brain helpfully reminds me of when he sucked my finger earlier.

“Not expressing milk properly can lead to painful blocked ducts.” I shouldn’t, but he has a point. How does he know so much about breastfeeding? “Please, I’ve barely eaten, and they say breast milk can help soothe an achy tummy.” He pouts.

Who am I kidding? He needs me, and heck yeah, I want to feel his mouth on me.

“Alright. Sit up.”

He tries and only gets half up because of his bad wrist, but it’s enough so I can get my shirt off.

“Mmm, Daddy.”

“Hold on.” I barely get the tight band off my chest before he moves in close and brushes his nose against my nipple while trying to find it in the dark. A little leaks on his nose, and he giggles before he tries again.

I shift him down and use my hand on the back of his head to lead him toward my nipple.

This is it. Will he freak out? Will I freak out?

He latches on, and the soft warm heat of his mouth, the way he uses his tongue to coax my nipple to harden even further, are the best things I’ve ever felt.

Until he starts sucking, and oh my god… I almost come in my sleep pants. I’m so hard, but that’s not what this is about. This is about emptying my milk, not orgasms.

After my body realizes that we’re not getting off, I take a moment to really enjoy this closeness with him. It feels… nice.

Izzy keeps sucking and making happy little gulping noises. His hand is tangling in my chest hair, and he tugs with every few swallows. His pretty eyes are almost closed, and he looks so sweet, so innocent. How could I ever say no to this boy?

I lay my head back and close my eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing between my legs. But it feels too darn good, and I’m not sure if he notices, but he is definitely wiggling on my lap.

Izzy begins to get restless, and I wonder what’s wrong, but that’s when I notice that my right side is empty. Like fully drained, and it feels normal. If this is what normal feels like. It’s been so long I’m not even sure I know what normal is anymore.

He whines, and his teeth gently pull on my nipple. The pleasure shoots straight to my balls, but he’s fussing and squirming now.

“It’s okay, baby.” I help him up and over to my left nipple. “Daddy’s got more for you.” He licks up the milk that spilled while he was feeding from the other side. “This is the best feeling I’ve ever had.”

His tongue is soft against my furry skin.

“It’s better than I ever dreamed, because it’s you.”

“Thank you for helping me, baby.”

He smiles but doesn’t suckle as eagerly as before, and I have to encourage him to finish because he’s falling asleep. Once I’m empty, I let him drift off to sleep in my arms with my nipple still in his mouth.

Now if only my dick would get the memo and go down, I could get some sleep too.

I buck my hips up into the warm heat on my lap while enjoying the soft pull on my nipples.

Pull?

I look down and see Izzy draped across me, his legs tangled with mine.

“You were dripping,” he purrs and then circles his tongue around my nipple.

“Izzy,” I warn.

He smiles and looks up at me through his thick, dark lashes.

“Yes, Daddy?”

“Feeding doesn’t mean sexy times.”

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