Page 7 of Bren: The Getaway

Forever.

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“Fuck, baby. Your tits look incredible, swollen for me.” She palms them together above me, making milk drip from her engorged nipples. “Fuck me, that’s hot.” Sky rides me like a pro. Her long locks graze my balls as she tilts her head back, making me groan in ecstasy.

“Oh god, Bren. I need you.”

“Where, baby? Where do you need me?”

“Everywhere,” she pants.

“Look at me, Sky.” Her head snaps up, and her eyes lock with mine, and with her lips parted, she looks like a goddess. The pink flush is spread over her chest and up into her cheeks, and a sheen of sweat glistens on her skin as she moves.

“Fuck, baby.” I groan when she grinds down on me. I’m so fucking deep in her small cunt it takes everything in me not to shoot my load.

“I need more,” she breathes out on a whisper.

“I got you, baby,” I pant, knowing just what my girl needs. “Part your ass for me.”

She lets out a low moan and leans forward, allowing me to suck her milky tit into my mouth as she reaches behind her and parts her ass.

I growl in delight when her taste encompasses me, flooding my tongue with her milk while I work my hand around her ass. “Fuck me,” she pants as she grinds against me.

Without preparation I push my thick fingers into her little asshole, the fullness surrounding my digit sends me crazy. Ramming my hips up into her, she struggles to stay on my rock-hard cock, so I wrap my solid arm around her to keep her in position.

She clenches around my cock and finger, grinding her tight little ass down on me, rubbing her clit against me, and wetness pools between us. “I’mmmm—” She explodes around me, and I graze my teeth against her nipple as she does, my cum flooding her walls as I continue pumping in and out of her until there isn’t a drop left inside me.

Our movements become languorous as our chests heave in unison until she falls lax onto my body, and I pull my finger from her ass.

She lies there while I stroke her hair, allowing our breathing to settle to a gentle pace. “You missing the boys?” I ask.

“Not really.” Her finger trails over my pecs. “I’m enjoying my time with you.”

“Good girl.”

Her breathing becomes labored as she drifts to sleep while my mind races a mile a minute at the thought of how the boys are coping under Oscar’s and Paige’s care.

I nudge Sky gently. “Sky. You think I should ring ’em?”

Her eyes flutter open as she raises her head. “Who?”

“Oscar. To see how the boys are.”

“No.” She rests her head back down, unperturbed, but all I can think about is if the boys had their milk before bed and how the fuck are they meant to sleep without being in bed with us at night.

Here I am getting my mouth fucking full of milk meant for my boys while they have to make do with a plastic teat.

I stroke my hand down her arm before giving her a gentle shake. “Sky. You think they took to the bottle?”

“Mmm. I’m sure,” she replies sleepily.

I fidget, turning my head to the side as I brush a hand over my buzz cut. “Baby, you think I should ring ’em and check?”

“Nope. Go to sleep, Bren. We’re home with them tomorrow night.”

I exhale loudly, like fuck we’re home tomorrow night. Not if Oscar needs us home sooner.

Which I’m pretty fucking sure he does.

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