Page 13 of Self Expression

His hands gripped my shoulders, holding on to me like I was the last solid thing on earth. “Yes. Faster.”

Lincoln shivered underneath me with his cock pinned between our bellies and made a low, keening sound in his throat. I wrapped one arm around his shoulder and cupped the back of his head. “You okay?”

He nodded against my neck. “I feel it everywhere.” He pushed back on every thrust, meeting me with equal pressure as we alternated from fast to slow. Gentle to rough.

“Daddy!” His breathing hitched, and I knew he was getting closer. “Even your tummy feels good on me.”

I chuckled and pressed tighter to him. “Come when you’re ready, baby. Feel good with Daddy’s cock inside you.”

That seemed to kickstart his energy, and Lincoln began to buck wildly, jerking over my length as a slick of precome coated my belly.

I grunted and drove deeper, nipping at his shoulder as I picked up speed.

He reached between us and stroked his cock, matching my rhythm as we writhed and panted with need. When the heat began to gather at the base of my spine, I knew I was there. Right there.

And then Lincoln pushed my shoulders up so my chest was right in front of his mouth. He licked each nipple and then latched on to my left side, pulling deeply as my whole body exploded within him.

I’d never come so hard as a roar of ecstasy rolled out of my lungs and my hips snapped to him.

Lincoln was right there with me, sucking and stroking and shooting a thick ribbon of cream across his chest. I held him to my chest as he shook and inhaled through his nose while the waves of his climax rocked us both.

After several minutes of just breathing and coming down from our highs, I slowly pulled out of him and removed the condom.

Lincoln rolled into my side and placed his head on my shoulder as one hand splayed across my chest where my milk was still leaking. “Getting filled from both ends is hot as fuck.”

I grinned and wrapped him tight against me. “Agreed.”

11

ENZO

I could tell when Lincoln woke up because he went from heavy breaths to the little huffs of a boy trying not to smile. He’d fallen asleep with my nipple in his mouth again, and one arm was still draped across my belly and his leg was tangled between mine.

Lincoln flexed his foot against my calf and burrowed his nose into my neck. “Mornin’, Daddy.”

“Mm.” A sigh of pure contentment rolled out of me as I gave him a squeeze. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

Lincoln licked down my throat until he found the puckered disk he was searching for. Without another word, his mouth locked around my nipple again. His grip was lazy and unhurried, like it was more for comfort than hunger.

I rubbed up his spine, and he arched into my touch as if seeking more of it.

He didn’t have to seek. I wasn’t going anywhere.

I’d never met anyone who wanted me as constantly as Lincoln did. It was a heady feeling to have that kind of influence over someone else, and I didn’t take it lightly. It was an honor to hold that space for him, and I was becoming as addicted to him as he seemed to be to me.

Lincoln seemed to thrive off affection, praise, and milk. Especially milk. He liked to joke about it, but when he was latched on, he went soft and wordless in his safe and happy place.

I did too.

The rhythm of his tongue on my skin, working to pull the nourishment that my body produced for his enjoyment and comfort lulled me just as much as it did him.

I ran a thumb over his soft hair and traced the ridge of his ear. “Ready for breakfast?”

He pulled off and raised an eyebrow. “I just had mine.”

I kissed his forehead and pulled him up for a proper morning kiss. “We can go get cinnamon roll pancakes.”

Lincoln grinned and wiped the dribble off his chin with the back of his hand. “Oohh, that sounds yummy.”

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