Page 7 of Night Latch

The bed sheets were crisp beneath me as I slipped to the side closest to the door, ready to dive into a book. I used to read for pleasure all the time, but I’d been buried in leadership and productivity and sleep medication books for months, so instead of starting one of those, I downloaded a steamy romance and started reading in my dark bedroom. I got lost in a love story that was too sweet to be real and didn’t realize how much time had passed until I heard the front door open with a soft click.

I turned off my reader and put it on my nightstand with my heart racing.

My wet nurse’s presence filled the room as soon as he entered it. I couldn’t see him with my eye mask on, but I could hear him. Every move he made seemed amplified until he lifted the covers and slipped into the bed with me.

I gave him a moment to settle in before launching myself toward him. There was no shame in my game as I used my senses to guide me forward until my mouth found his nipple and instantly drew it in with a hunger that had been building all day.

The man’s body tensed for a fraction of a second and then a soft, involuntary sound escaped from his throat. As he arched toward me, his hand began to roam along my back. Each stroke ignited sparks of electric pleasure that traveled down my spine.

Lost in the joy of nursing, I didn’t even notice that a rhythm had started to build in my hips. Without any conscious thought, I was rutting against his thigh as I drank his precious milk. When I moved closer, I felt the man’s erection angled toward the mattress and wanted to reach for him.

He didn’t hump against me, but when my hip pressed against his hard cock that was confined only by the cotton of his underwear, he didn’t move away. He stayed still as my movements created friction for both of us.

As I drank deeply, my hips rocked even faster. I was close to coming when the side of his chest I was on emptied and he had to shift to line up his other nipple with my mouth.

“Yes,” I whispered against his skin. As soon as my lips closed over his hard nipple and a fast rush of milk flowed into my mouth, I rutted even harder. My fingers dug into his ass and pulled him flush with my body as I came in my underwear, dousing the cotton with my release and then hearing the man groan as he came too.

The sheets between us were soaked in our fluids, but I didn’t care at all. Like the night before, I fell asleep on the latch, connected to this man I was quickly becoming addicted to.

When sleep finally claimed me, I clung to him, sticky in the evidence of a silent climax but beyond excited to do it again tomorrow.

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Over the next week, my life was perfect. I felt better, I was nicer, and the sexual satisfaction was off the charts. As the clock ticked closer to ten, I snuggled deeper under the covers with heart pounding with anticipation for my nurse.

Soon, he would arrive and give me the warm milk I so desperately loved, not to mention the bone-melting climax that had become a part of my nighttime routine.

Latch, drink, come, sleep.

There was a soft creak as the door opened, and I held my breath while familiar footsteps padded into my room. The bed dipped as his large, muscular body slid in beside me.

As had become our preferred position, his warm arms encircled me and pulled me close.

I inhaled deeply, savoring his subtle cologne that I seemed to smell everywhere I went now, and tingles of arousal raced up my spine. I loved being so close to his bare chest, and I wasn’t ashamed to motorboat him.

A soft chuckle rumbled through him, but the mystery man still hadn’t made any discernible sounds during our times together.

We didn’t need words. Our bodies spoke to each other in subtle—and not-so-subtle—ways.

Firm fingers gently scratched my scalp before putting enough pressure on my head to guide me to his chest. My regression started immediately when I was with him, and the instinct to beg Daddy for milkies was on the tip of my tongue.

But I would never do that. Icouldnever do that.

Despite the darkness, my lips found his nipple instantly and latched on. Rich, warm milk filled my mouth as I suckled greedily.

He released a soft moan in contentment as he held me close, nourishing me in the most natural way possible, and all the stress of my responsibilities melted away.

As I drank from him, his large hand stroked my hair, and I imagined him whispering words of praise and encouragement.Good boy. Daddy’s here. Daddy’s got you.

Heat pooled in my groin as I instinctively rutted against him, seeking friction so I could find even more relief from this stranger.

The man groaned and thrust his own cock against me twice before pulling away like he’d just remembered where he was and what he was doing.

I rocked faster, chasing my release as the familiar tension built low in my belly. I was so close. The man met my thrusts each time and his own hard length rubbed against my stomach.

Daddy, I'm gonna...

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