by Kenya Wright
Heading down the hallway, I ran my fingers through my hair, itching to get to Eden.
Milk and cookie. Who knew those two combinations would be my downfall?
And the breast milk could be switched on and off. Eden could decide to not breastfeed Marcella anymore. Already, our princess was off her mommy’s breast and drinking from a small sippy cup.
But daddy would not be shifting to a cup or bottle anytime soon. Daddy still wants his milk from the breast!
But if Eden had quit with breast feeding. She could change her mind a year later and start producing milk again. Of course, there would need to be some suctioning of the nipples to trigger the production. I’d found I was more than ready to serve that job, if necessary.
The beauty of supply and demand breasts. The woman’s body is a magical thing.
Eden’s milk was so divine, I was in our bedroom fast. My clothes were off before she could turn over and whisper, “Hey, baby.”
My mouth was on hers. She groaned under me.
Had she gotten used to my unquenchable hunger for her? Did she get that I would never get enough?
She kissed me back. Our tongues tangled and my fingers fumbled with unbuttoning her nursing gown. She giggled as those huge breasts jiggled. “Really, baby?”
“I’m hungry.” I gathered them in my hands, already one of them leaked some of that sweetness. My cock went rock hard.
Aunt Delphine was right. What is wrong with me?
I buried my face between those breasts, and then I went to one and suckled, groaning as Eden slipped her hands along my cock. Her sweet milk touched my tongue as she squeezed the tip.
Oh, Eden!
Sucking on those long nipples, I slid my other hand between her thighs and toyed with her pussy. She rocked into my hand. “I’m so horny.”
“And why is that, reine?”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about how you licked my pussy this morning.”
“That’s why I did it that way.” I shifted to the other breasts and sucked on the nipple. Milk smeared against my face and spurted into my mouth.
Jesus. I’m a glutton for her.
It was as close as I could get to devouring her—truly tasting my Eden. I sipped on her breasts. I suckled on those long nipples, thrusting my cock in her hand, close to coming just from that.
Oh Eden!
I dragged myself away from those lovely breasts. Milk dripped from the side of my mouth. I gathered it up and licked my fingers.
Eden moaned as she watched me. “Damn it. Why does that turn me on so much?”
“Because you love, how much I love you. How much I need to taste you.”
She bit her mouth and I directed my attention to the rest of her body. I was inside of her within minutes. Her wet pussy was tight around me.
Since the birth, her pussy had changed too. Not in a bad way. There was no such thing as bad pussy. Any man who said so, didn’t get much of it. But her pussy had changed. There were soft ridges, when it used to be smooth. I’d relearned that new lush tunnel in these months, pumping at different angles, getting a feel of the newness, and reshaping with a few pounds of my cock.
The woman’s body is so goddamn amazing.
I knew every inch of her body now. Enough to make her crumble and scream out my name. I pumped into that pussy just right. Her body shivered. Those massive globes bounced in front of me, leaking drops of milk from her nipples.
“Jean-Pierre!” She came hard. The climax spasming through her body.
“Take it, reine!”
Bouncing her up and down on my cock, I sucked on her leaking nipples. Drops of milk spilled into my mouth. That pussy spoiled my length. It only took a few pumps, before I was spilling into her.
I emptied all of me into that soft, wet pussy as we both screamed out in pleasure.
What other way could our story end?
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