Page 9 of Quickies

He set a punishing rhythm, in and out, to the root. His balls brushed mine. Holding me firmly by my waist, he drove into me like he wanted to gut me with his dick.

It was brutal but didn’t hurt at all. In fact, after only a few thrusts, I came.

My ass clenched, tendrils of delight spiraled outward from my gland, and I keened with pleasure. I was vaguely aware of the puddle of milk gathering on the desk under me. It smelled sweeter, more potent than ever.

In the middle of my orgasm, Mr. Toral lifted my upper body, changing the angle, and it set me off again. His cockhead was hitting the mouth to my womb, the sensation electrifying.

I was so fucking full. After the excruciating emptiness, it felt like paradise.

“That’s what you get for driving me nuts. For years, Nico. I’ve wanted to do this for years.”

He wanted what?

I couldn’t think. He slowed down but pushed deeper, so deep I was impaled through and through. There was so much of him inside me I’d burst. His cock seemed to be pressing on my organs.

Then he grabbed my pecs and squeezed.

“Fuck, Nico. Those gorgeous tits are full of milk.”

He squeezed again, circling his hips. I panted, basking in pleasure so intense it made me helpless.

Then he made a beastly sound right into my ear.

“You need those tits sucked, don’t you?” he rasped and bit my earlobe.

I moaned at the idea. I wanted that. But I needed him in me too…

Suddenly, he pulled out. My “Oh please!” sounded desperate.

He flipped me and sat me on the desk, lifting my feet up. My empty hole clenched on nothing, and I whined and grappled at his open shirt to pull him back to me.

His lips wrapped around my nipple. With a growl, he sucked hard just as he pushed several fingers into my hole.

It wasn’t deep enough. I needed it deeper. But the suction on my nipple confused me. It felt so damned good.

A spray of milk left my nipple, distinct and exhilarating. His tongue massaged the underside of my pec. With loud gulps, he fed from me as he pumped his long fingers into my loose, squelching hole. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I was torn between needing his cock back inside me and craving his mouth on my nipples.

He sucked from the other one, making the milk flow more. When he let go, it streamed down my chest in rivulets. He swooped down my cock, sucking hard, his cheeks hollowing. Next, he sucked my left nipple again. He literally feasted on me, alternating between sucking my pecs and my cock.

I writhed, equally frustrated and so damned happy. His mouth on my chest was a revelation. For the first time ever, I experienced nursing as something wildly sexual, and I couldn’t get enough. The gulping sounds he made, the tingling pleasure in my pecs, the powerful pull on my flesh, how he could take so much of my pec into his mouth… I felt each suck in my womb, which seemed to throb with its own heartbeat. It began warming up, like a ball of energy deep inside me, and then it burned. When Mr. Toral took my cock into his throat and swallowed around it, I shrieked. The ache in my core was becoming unbearable.

“Fuck me, please!”

He slurped up my length and loomed above me, his gaze on my nipples. I glanced down as well. They were red and enlarged,unnaturally drawn out. The milk dripped from them—it must have been the heat wave that was making me lactate so much.

Mr. Toral pushed with his hand and curled his fingers inside me, rubbing my gland hard.

“Please…” I bit out between clenched teeth. I was shaking.

“Look at you. Big loose ass, that pink cock, and gorgeous tits. A fucking siren.”

I zeroed in on his cock where it stuck out from underneath his shirt. It was glistening with wetness, big, and so beautiful.

“Sir… please…”

He took his fingers out, and my eyes filled with tears.

I was so empty. I made a noise of pure despair.

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