Page 10 of Milk For His Little

My eyes snapped open, and I rolled over, expecting Kasper to greet me with a smile and a kiss. Maybe his morning wood. He did, but the first two were remote, and I never found out if he was hard.

In the evening, we ate dinner in our respective homes and chatted about our day. His voice, the way he cocked his head and sucked sauce from the spoon, the milk let down and seeped into my shirt.

“You’re wriggling.” Kasper put his face close to the screen. “Do you need to pump?”

He’d been paying attention. “I do. But it can wait.”

Kasper dipped his head. “Can I watch while you pump… Daddy?” He shoved a thumb in his mouth and grabbed his blankie, twisting it between his fingers.

“Okay.” My pump was charged, and I leaned the phone on a cushion, hoping the angle was right. I held up the pump, pointing out the suction cup, and he leaned in close, his head bobbing, saying he couldn’t see well. After adjusting the phone’s position, I attached the suction cup to one nipple, and Kasper sucked air in through his teeth.

“I wish it was me, Daddy,” he whined and rubbed the blanket over his cheek. Turning the pump on, I felt that familiar tugging and prickling sensation as the cup latched on. It was two seconds of “Wow, this hurts,” followed by relief as milk pumped into the bottle and the tension left my shoulders.

Kasper disappeared from the screen and was sucking his bottle when he returned. Spots of pink appeared on his chest, and he wriggled, rolling from one side to the other. Damn, I couldn’t see what he was doing.

He removed the bottle from his mouth, but I couldn’t see his other hand.

“I want to do something, Daddy,” he whispered.

“What’s that?” The pump’s gentle purring didn’t require me to raise my voice.

“Stroke myself.” His face disappeared as he lowered the camera and the screen filled with his arousal. “May I?”

“Yes.” He didn’t need my permission, but I relished him trusting me enough to ask if he could jerk off.

The cock vanished and was replaced by his grinning face. He struggled to keep his eyes open as he sucked on the teat and his hand got busy tugging his dick.

“We’re both pumping, Daddy.” Kasper was mumbling with the teat between his lips while his body rocked, reminding me of a boat swaying as it was met by rippling waves.

Kasper’s breathing sped up, and he bit down on the teat and his eyes clamped shut. He grunted, and milk spurted from my nipple. My body tingled watching him pleasure himself, and my dick hardened. I was tempted to jerk off too, but making sure Kasper climaxed was more important.

The bottle fell from his lips as his mouth widened.

“I want to come, Daddy.”

“You can.”

His head fell back, and he shrieked, “I’m coming.”

There was silence apart from his ragged breathing and the pump’s humming.

When Kasper opened his eyes, he pulled a face. “I made a mess, Daddy.”

“Wipe yourself and shower. I’ll wait and read you another story.”

He clapped. “Goodie.” He bent over and showed me the bottle. “It fell on the floor.”

“You know what to do.”

“Yeah. I need to sterilize it and get another one for bed.”

“Good boy.”

Chapter 9

Kasper

For some reason, after I asked for permission to stroke myself and then come and permission was granted, I felt suddenly—maybe not suddenly, but completely—free to share my feelings and desires with Shawn. I wasn’t about to go professing my love or anything like that, but it made it a lot easier when I wanted to invite him over for a Little night.

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