Page 39 of Red Flag Bull
She walks around, rubbing her ass, and I try not to smile at her tentative, wider-than-usual steps. She moves like I fucked her too roughly, and maybe I did, but I think the main culprit is the long ride. We’ve been on the road for two hours, and I don’t think she’s been on the back of anyone’s bike in a long time — a theory that makes me happier than I want to admit.
I head inside to pay, get two bottles of water, and when I come back out, I toss her one. “Drink it all.”
She upends the thing and gulps it down like she’s dying of thirst. I hold out my bottle. “More?”
Her cheeks flush, and she shakes her head. “I’m okay. Thank you.”
She sounds like a fucking mouse. I haven’t told her where we’re headed, but she knows. And she’s anxious about it. Anxious and… something else. Uncomfortable, perhaps?
“Do you have to pee?” I ask, taking notes with my eyes.
“I’m okay,” she says again, just as quietly.
I press my water bottle into her hand and wrap her fingers in position to hold it. “Then you’re dehydrated.” I guide the water to her mouth and stroke her cheek, so I can feel her skin. It bounces back well enough, but it doesn’t stop me worrying. “Drink.”
Mandi regards me a moment before she does, and once she’s done, I grip her ass.
She gives a surprised squeak, but she doesn’t seem to be in pain. Nor does she try to escape my touch. If anything, she presses closer. Which is when I catch her wince and understand what’s bothering her.
I unzip her jacket so fast she startles. She quickly zips it back up and casts a wary glance at the few customers closest to us as she covers herself again, but she isn’t fast enough to keep her real issue hidden from me.
Her tits are fucking huge. And tender. Guess I just solved the mystery of her thirst. Whatever she drinks is going toward milk production, and my mouth is fucking watering.
I take the empty water bottles from her hands and nod at her helmet. “Get back on the bike,” I command her. I throw the bottles in the nearest recycling can and don my gloves as I look up the road. We’re almost to Mountain Lake Falls, but not close enough to bring her the timely relief she needs. I know a good spot. Not far.
The faster I ride, the harder she clings, and my cock can barely stand the anticipation. By the time I pull off the road and into the wooded glen, I can hardly contain myself. I park and am off the bike so fast, she nearly falls.
I catch her, haul her off, strip her down until she’s standing naked in the forest, and practically tackle her to the dirty ground. The second I free my cock, I shove it inside her gushing heat, and latch on to her breast, sucking at her hard and hungrily.
She rocks against me, soaking my curls in her juices as her milk fills my mouth. We both moan, and I swallow the sound down, desperate for more. She arches her back and grips my head, holding me at her breast while she bucks at me.
She’s so fucking wet. Every trip on a bike leaves her ready for a fat cock, and I never had to pause, to warm her up. I always loved knowing a ride meant I could take her at my leisure. Which is why we didn’t drive up here in my fucking truck.
Her other breast starts to leak, and my cock strains inside her. I take that nipple into my mouth and suckle at her like I was born for it.
Weren’t we all?
She feeds me as if she was born for it, too. Moves with me, to make it feel so fucking good. Flows into my mouth without shame or fear. Gives me all she has. Willingly.
And I know why.
She loves it.
Her face is flushed and blissed out, her cunt quivers excitedly, and she’s fucking gushing and grinding like she can’t get enough cock. Breastfeeding turns her on as much as it does me.
I switch back to her other breast with a needy rumble.
After dabbling in a little milk play with Ben’s Maggie, I fucking knew it held a certain appeal, but that was nothing, compared to having my own girl. My sweet Princess. The girl who’s trying to make amends so badly, she’ll let me fuck and feed whenever I demand it. And I’m going to demand it for as long as she can stand it, because I’m never setting her free again. I won’t lose her twice.
I’m going to keep her collared until she tells me why she fucking left, and then I’m going to make her mine irrevocably. I’m going to fuck a baby into her, so she’ll need extra care and has to stay.
My cock swells, and I thrust harder. The force of it almost pulls her breast from my mouth, and she cries out as I increase my suction. Her dripping cunt is getting tighter and tighter, squeezing me so beautifully. I could hold back and wait for her to come, but I want her to pout and whimper and beg. I want her to think she’ll get nothing, while I take all the glory.
She’s getting wild, bumping and grinding until she’s close to pushing herself over the edge. I grip her hard, forcing her to be still, and she pants her frustration at me.
Without any other choice, she rides the edge, while I drain her breasts for all she has, stopping whenever her cunt gives even the smallest hint of a spasm.
The milk runs dry, and I nuzzle into her flesh. She’s so soft after a feed, and I’m going to want to bed down at her breast later, when there’s more time.
