Page 27 of Mase
Unable to help myself, a hungry growl rattles in my throat, startling her. She spins to face me, spewing what looks like the entire carton of milk from her mouth, down her camisole, and onto the floor at her feet.
She’s stunned to the spot, wide-eyed and dripping and, fuck me, did she ever look so perfect.
“Aren’t you a messy girl?” I croon, stepping around the counter, uncaring if she sees my solid cock, and judging by the way her cheeks heat, I’m betting she has.
“I was looking for dark chocolate,” she says, and my lip twitches at her explanation.
Unable to help myself, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her closer to me to trail my tongue down the column of her neck and over her chest.
“I think I’d rather taste your milk,” I growl.
Her breath hitches at the contact, and her toes curl. So fucking beautiful. My mouth waters for a taste of the forbidden. Just a taste.
For one night.
She bats her lashes, her stunned reaction an aphrodisiac, and before I can stop myself, I admit my thoughts.
“You look fucking beautiful covered in milk, sweetheart.” I relish the whimper leaving her lips. I can’t help myself as I deliver a long, slow lick over the spilled milk dripping down her chest and disappearing into the low neckline of her camisole. “Let me lick you clean, precious girl.”
She tilts her head, as if giving me approval, but I wasn’t asking for it. Moving a strap off her shoulder, one after the other, her top falls to her waist, giving me access to her pert little tits. Her nipples are pulled tight for the taking. My mouth waters and my cock throbs. “Fuck, look at you.” I blow over her nipples, loving the way goosebumps break out over her exposed skin.
“Please,” she pants, and her hand finds the back of my neck, her fingernails digging in to hold me in place.
“Who do you want, little Innocent Angel? Saintly or Sinner?” I smirk against her silky skin.
“Oh god.” She moans when my tongue laps at her nipple. “Sinner. I want Sinner. I want you, Mase.”
My chest expands with pride. She wants me.
“Do you want me to lick at your sweet little tits, sister?” I rasp. “Do you want me to clean up your mess?”
“Ye-yes.”
I hold one of her tits in the palm of my hand and squeeze, stroking over the tip of her nipple while my tongue works over the other. “Fuck, you’d look so damn beautiful feeding me.” My tongue ravishes her with each stroke. The thought of her full of my baby and her gifting me milk has me feeling feral. “So damn pretty producing milk for me.”
“Ahh…” Her body tightens when I tug her nipple into my mouth and suck. Then I release it and gently lick over the tip.
“I’d fucking bathe in your milk, Summer.” She pushes my head against her harder.
“I want that.”
“Are you going to make milk for me, sweetheart?” I deliver smoothly, my cock weeping in appreciation.
“Ye-yes.”
I love the fact that she’s embracing my kink, having never realized I had this one until now. Now all I see is my girl pumping her milk from her heavy tit while I open my mouth and wait for a stream of her warmth to splash against my tongue.
“Fuck, Summer, you’re so damn perfect.” I grunt, my cock leaking ropes of pre-cum against the waistband of my sweatpants, leaving a sticky patch on my abs.
“Mase, I think, I think I’m going to…” Her mouth falls open as she stares down at me, her nails biting harder, and my lips suckle while I give myself over to the dream of her being the one to provide the milk for me.
Hot. As. Fuck.
The moment her body relaxes, she steps back, and I miss the feel of her tit. Annoyance rumbles inside me, but when she lowers to the floor, for the second time tonight, I almost choke on my tongue.
Kneeling in a puddle of spilled milk is my sweet girl.
My sister.
