Page 71 of Sunshine & Ink

I felt the heat and need for her grow in my chest, extending outward to my limbs, infusing all my cells with a savage urgency that I couldn’t indulge in.

I had never needed to control myself, never had a desire for a woman thwarted like this before.

But Sunni was no ordinary woman. She was my queen, the mother of my child, my wife. The woman I had given up all random pussy for. I could never love anyone like her.

“Let me,” I said, “let me help.”

She hesitated. But she didn’t say no, just tightened her hands on the bedsheets.

Watching the way her chest rose and fell, I drew the corner of her little robe aside to see a big wet patch on her tiny tank top.

“Sunni, I promised I wouldn’t take you unless you wanted it. I made no promises about helping you. I am always going to help you when you need it, whether you want me to or not.”

Her eyes darkened, and I could feel my cock twitching in my pants.

I know she wants me, as sure as I know anything.

“Let me help you,” I said, not breaking eye contact as her hands crumpled the bedsheets, her nipples tightening under my gaze as the wetness spread further.

The sweet, full-bodied smell of her milk filled the air.

I have never wanted a woman this badly, never cared about making a woman fall in love with me.

But losing Sunni changed me.

I don’t want her just to warm my bed. I need her to look at me with love. I could grip her by that long strawberry-blonde ponytail and bulldoze through her objections as soon as my lips hit her throat, master her with my fingers in her wet, welcoming cunt.

But I can’t risk it, if she really means that she wouldn’t ever trust me again.

She hesitated, biting her lip, and my cock is hanging hard down my leg, straining at the fabric of my pants.

“Lie down on the bed,” I ordered, and with one little gasp, she did.

I stepped closer, wrapping my hand around the back of her throat to keep her steady. Her beautiful pregnant belly brushed by my rough hand and I couldn’t resist a swift kiss, my hand spanning her round, firm stomach just for the joy of knowing it was my baby in there. Then I carefully peeled down her tank top, my fingers involuntarily tightening as her round, swollen breast came into view. Big, creamy drops were spilling down her heavy breasts, her nipples looking pink and needy.

“They hurt,” Sunni said, and she sounded breathless. “I think I just need a little more to come out to relieve the pain.”

“I’ll fix that.”

My fingers were on fire with her heat, the power she had over me.

I began to rub her breast carefully, in a circular fashion, wanting to be gentle with her.

Sunni’s chest rose and fell faster now, and she made a suppressed noise, her lips tightening.

More drops appeared, dripping down her pink nipples.

Her breast was still heavy and swollen, begging for help in my hand and I worked slowly and deliberately, carefully encouraging more milk from both breasts, then dabbing her dry with a soft towel.

Sunni wiggled under my hands, and I could see her thighs rub together.

“Let me take care of you,” I almost groaned. “Everywhere. I can tell your body is needy.”

“I do not want to have sex with you,” Sunni said firmly, and I felt it like a knife to my gut.

I deserved it, but it was still like a raw blow to my insides.

I had no option but to convince Sunni over time that I could be trusted again.

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