Page 52 of Moon Blind Hearts
I smirk. “Oh?”
When I reach down to cup his balls, he barks in surprise and bares his teeth at me. “You trying to make me finish?”
“Maybe,” I tease.
I don’t get a chance to do it again. Oak is up off the table so fast, I barely have a chance to complain before he’s jerking the pump off and setting it back on the table. When I go to run away, his large hands around my hips keep me from fleeing. Instead, he shoves me against the table, the front of my thighs pressing hard against the thick wood. His cock dances behind me, begging for attention.
“I said I was gonna help you,” he says. “But first . . .”
He spins me around. His hands are on my shirt, jerking it over my head so roughly, it almost catches on my chin and chokes me. He jerks at my bra, not bothering to unfasten it. Instead, he pulls it over my head too. He goes to cup my breasts, but pauses with a look up at me.
“May I?”
I nod frantically, eager for him to touch me, desperate for it.
His hands palm my breasts, kneading them, reminding me of the ache there. Still, it feels good to massage them, so I lean back, letting him explore. As he squeezes, a bit of moisture gathers on the tip of one nipple and he moans. Before I know what he’s doing, he leans down to capture it in his mouth. A second later, the soft sucking of his lips has me arching into his mouth. My hand spears into his hair and I hold him tightly to me, demanding more.
The clatter of something moving almost distracts me, but the soft rolling of his tongue against my nipple keeps me lost in the sensations. Up until the suction suddenly latches onto my other breast.
I cry out, scrambling to hold on as the machine suddenly pulls hard on my breast, dragging milk from it. Oak’s hand works at my jeans, jerking them down. I do my best to kick them off, but I only get one leg off before he’s pressing against my pussy. There’s no build up. We’ve already done all that. And fuck, if he doesn’t fuck me right now, I’m going to explode. The tip of his head presses inside me, stretching my entrance, before he slams into my core all the way to his pelvis. I scream, and all the while, the machine continues to pull at my breast.
I’m convulsing almost immediately, coming so hard, I can’t stop it. But it doesn’t stop him. Every part of me is a livewire as Oak continues to fuck me and milk me at the same time. My skin feels like it’s on fire as I roll into another orgasm so seamlessly, I don’t even know if it’s the same one or new one.
“I need to see you fully hooked up,” he growls against my skin.
I don’t even have time to gather my senses before he drags another pump towards us and holds it above my other nipple. The soft air movement makes me arch toward him, begging for it as much as I’m begging for him. He gives me exactly what I want, pressing it against my second breast so that I’m completely hooked up to the machine.
I don’t even bother looking. My head is tipped back, my eyes on the ceiling above us, as he powers inside me. When the second pump starts drawing on my other nipple, stimulating it, I think my eyes roll back in my head.
“That’s my girl,” he groans. “Look at how perfect you look like this. Leaking, filling the bottle, the perfect milker.” He wraps one hand around my ribs and with the other, he kneads at my breast around the pump, stimulating it more. “You tasted so fucking good.”
I don’t think I could have replied if I wanted to. My body rolls into orgasm after orgasm as he continues to slam inside me, telling me what a good milker I am, telling me how beautiful I am for doing this. Oh god. Oh god! I’m into this. I’m into this way more than I thought I would be.
“Oak!” I cry out, clawing at his shoulders, trying my best to hang on, but fuck if I’m not seeing stars.
“Yes,” he hisses. “Fuck, I’m going to come. You squeeze me so good, Jules.”
I slam into the biggest orgasm yet, screaming as the pumps pull at my nipples, as Oak slams home in my core over and over again, his pattern stuttering just before a guttural shout tears from his throat. He slams inside me and pauses, his cock jumping as his warmth coats my walls. My nails leave red marks as I claw at him, gasping for breath as my body convulses beneath him. I’m still shaking as he flips the switch on the machine before he pulls them from my raw nipples. I jerk with each movement, with the feeling of the weight going away, and then I collapse against the table, too exhausted to move.
“Whoa,” Oak says, catching me before I can hit my head. “I’ve got you.”
I blink slowly at him, my chest tight with my panting. “Wow,” I croak.
He grins and kisses me long and slow, before lifting me into his arms. I don’t remember anything else after that. The exhaustion catches up with me and I fall asleep in his arms before we ever leave the barn.
Chapter 29
Jules
“You don’t get to choose your future,” he says, those damned blue eyes that we all have cold as he looks at me. “You’re a Ward. Ward’s do their duty for this family.”
“I won’t,” I spit. “I don’t even want to be a Ward.”
“Too bad,” my father growls, losing the barest amount of control and baring his teeth at me. “You’re a Ward, no matter what you do, Juliet. You either fall in line, or I’ll make you fall in line.”
I tip up my chin. “How?” I spit. “You’ll disown me?”
He stalks forward, all aggression in his steps that he barely holds in check. He does that for me because I’m still useful. My mother doesn’t get the same benefit. “There are worse things in this world than being disowned, Juliet.”
