Page 10 of Till Cupid Do Us Part

My hips jerk as I thrust into my hand, hot cum leaking from the tip and onto my fingers. I struggle to catch my breath as I close my eyes and imagine Ivy’s giant tits naked and leaking milk.

White droplets cascading down from her thick nipples over her belly and to where I’m waiting with my mouth open. The taste of her cunt would still be on my tongue when I’d lick every drop of milk before climbing up her body and sucking from the source.

Fuck.

I bang my head back against the door and fuck my fist faster, squeezing tighter and tighter until?—

“Niko?”

Her voice drags sensual nails down my cock to squeeze my balls. They draw up, her grip on them so fucking tight.

“I’m sorry, Niko. You’re right. I’m . . . I’m just struggling with a couple of things. None of them are your fault.”

“Angel,” I croak, damn near crushing my shaft. “Give me . . . give . . . oh,fuuuck. I’m so?—”

I didn’t feel myself moving away from the door. The rush of cold air that hits my back isn’t enough to make me open my eyes as I pump harder and harder.

Then, a warm, wet mouth sucks at the tip of my cock, and I snap my eyes open just in time to watch Ivy take my cum down her throat.

“Fuckin’ angel,” I slur, thrusting deep.

My back bows, hearing popping in my ears as I smash my fist into the wall and grab at the back of her head, forcing her to take me all the way. She swallows around my length and forces more cum to fill her mouth, moaning as I try to blink away the splotches in my vision.

I grit my teeth and release her head, shame spearing my chest as I start to fall back into myself.

Ivy slowly releases me and licks her lips while pushing her hair behind her shoulders. She curls her fingers around my shaft and glides them from the base to tip, forcing another drop of cum to appear before she licks it up.

I shake, my knees weak. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” she murmurs, staring up at me from her position on her knees. “Let’s not have this conversation in here.”

“Alright.”

She eases off the floor, gripping my waist for balance. I keep completely still until she’s on her feet and not so close. Then, I’m tucking myself back into my jeans and zipping up as my stomach fills with acid.

Her brows tug in slightly as she watches me. “The bedroom?”

“Sure.”

It doesn’t matter where we talk. The only thing that does is that when we do, she doesn’t hate me for what I’ve just done.

4

IVY

I’m debatingbetween stripping down and bending over the edge of the bed and dropping to my knees again and begging for forgiveness.

I’m damp between my legs, my nipples tight and sore. I managed to slip some pads into the ultra-thin material of my nursing bra before I soaked my entire front, so at least there’s that.

At first, I thought Niko was so disgusted by my leaking breasts that he didn’t want to be in the same room as me anymore. That’s a fear I’ve always had. He’s never given me reason to feed into it, though. Not until today.

If I hadn’t been so guilty about shutting him out, I would have pumped for half an hour just to be safe and waited until I wasn’t so tightly strung to approach him. Now, I’m glad my stomach was in knots.

When I approached the bathroom, I wasn’t expecting to find him with his dick in his hand, about to come. It was the best surprise I’ve had in a while.

Arousal has been hard for me. Yes, I’ve felt it. Constantly, really, considering who the father of my daughter is. Niko and all his tall, bulky, grumpy glory make it impossible not to get turned on in the blink of an eye.

It’s been me that’s the problem.

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