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“This is just the low intensity,” he murmured, his eyes closing.
I was fascinated. “What happens when you turn the intensity up?”
“I get uncontrollably horny. Sometimes, it makes me come.”
Oh God.Was this what he’d been doing when I’d heard him the other night?
“Jamie, you’re dangerous.”
He peered at me, his eyes mere slits. “Do you want me to show you?”
Did he have to ask? “Yes!”
He reached for the device and turned the knob. Then he threw his head back on a moan. White milk streamed through the transparent tubes, and his nipples moved faster in the cups. A soft whooshing sound accompanied the sucking.
Jamie spread his legs, his hard cock curving over his abdomen. He stroked his stomach, then cupped his cock and balls and lifted his hips. His hole twitched, and a trickle of slick escaped, staining the towel he’d placed underneath his body.
“You’re gorgeous. This is so erotic.”
“It… feels… amazing.” He moaned between the words and jerked his hips up, fucking the air. “I like you looking at me. It makes me feel hot.”
“You are. The hottest thing ever. Can you touch yourself for me?”
“I need it. I’m so horny.”
He brushed his fingers over his wet hole and stroked his cock. Then he pressed two fingers inside himself and pumped his hand. Suddenly, he gasped, pushing his chest up.
“It’s a heat wave. Oh fuck. Fuck!” The milk seemed to come faster; the tubes filled with white.
“What do you need, Jamie? Tell me.”
“Fuck me like this. Hard.”
I was already scrambling into position before he finished speaking.
“Breed me while I’m getting milked like cattle.”
Fuck!
I drove into his slick hole with a raw groan. Jamie cried out and came instantly. He held the cups to his pecs as I began pounding his clenching hole.
I couldn’t tell when he was coming. He quivered under me, his inner muscles squeezing my cock like a pair of hands. Head thrown back, throat exposed, he gasped and wailed. I grabbed his hard cock and milked it in sync with the machine sucking his nipples. It made him nearly delirious with ecstasy, broken curses falling from his mouth between cries of pleasure.
My knot tingled, my release approaching, but I held back. Jamie kept peaking in waves, and I wanted to give him more. As much as he could take. Milked and fucked hard, he looked on the brink of complete euphoria.
The machine abruptly turned itself off. It must have done that because the attached bottle was filled to the brim. The cups fell away, and Jamie grabbed his softened pecs, squeezing them hard.
Jamie’s huge, used nipples jutted out between his fingers, milk streaming from them, over his hands and down his torso.
The sight was better than the most shocking erotic fantasy my mind had ever conjured.
At that moment, his womb opened for me, and I sank into his core. His body sucked the cum out of me.
Jamie screamed and kneaded his pecs, and the milk sprayed out.
The image burned itself into my brain just before I lost my sight from the overload of pleasure.
When I reopened my eyes after my stormy climax, my omega was sprawled on the bed, panting, his hands on his stomach. Drops of milk and cum adorned his torso like pearls. He wasknotted, and my cockhead was still nestled in the channel to his womb.
