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I take her nipple into my mouth again and tug more firmly.
She utters a soft sigh, and then settles into her bones as the letdown hits, filling my mouth with her sweetness. I swallow the milk down and hunger for more, drinking from her with a greed that makes her squirm her bare ass on my lap.
The more I feed at her breast, the more worked up and restless she gets. I draw her nipple deep and keep hold of her flowing teat as I twist our bodies, until I’m lying on top of her. She clamps her spread knees at my sides and stamps at the couch with her feet in a futile bid for traction.
She’s rocking her juicy little cunt against my abs, painting me with her arousal, and I can smell a hint of my seed in her juices. The scent of her bred cunt only makes me want to fill her more, but she’s got to be sore.
I’m surprised she can grind without hurting herself. I haven’t been gentle with her since she returned to me. I wanted to cause her pain. Like a fucking asshole.
And get a baby growing in her, without asking — without knowing what she’d been through.
I break away, but she follows, clawing at my jeans, to get them undone. “Don’t stop,” she begs. “Please. Twenty years was too long to be without this.”
“But I’m an asshole.”
“Only if you fucking stop,” she growls, shoving her tits in my face.
18
MANDI
Jason stares at me, his blue eyes softer than I’ve ever seen them. “You want to be in charge, Princess?”
I shake my head, lower my gaze, and ease back to the couch, so I don’t look like a woman obsessed with breastfeeding her favorite, very-adult man.
In a clear show of dominance, Jason sinks his strong fingers into the cheeks of my ass and pulls me onto his lap, so I’m straddling him. He palms one of my breasts and brushes his thumb lightly over my nipple. “I’m definitely not going to ignore these gorgeous fucking tits, Mandi, but it’s rare for you to be this assertive,” he says, looking me over with intensity, before he raises his hands like he’s surrendering. “Show me more of what you want.”
I freeze.
Not once in the time I’ve known him, in all our interactions — intimate or otherwise — has he relinquished control. Not ever. I don’t think either of us trusted what I’d do with the freedom, but there was more to it than that.
He lost everything back in that accident. His sister, his family stability, his physical health, his sports scholarship, and the opportunities that was going to give him. College. A career. An escape from the small town, where his learning was limited and his sharp mind languished. In that one horrific tragedy, his life was thrown into chaos, and the only way he made it through was to double-down and force himself to keep moving forward by any means possible. He had to be in control. Had to have a plan. Had to follow it.
I was the most volatile and unstable girl he could have fallen for, but he took me under his wing the only way he could, and it worked. For both of us.
Confronted with the option of something different, I don’t know if I can trust myself not to ruin what we had.
“You can’t do anything wrong with me, Princess.”
He’s always known what to say. He sees the world as a collection of tiny details and connections, and he always seems to know which ones matter and where his attention is needed most.
I reach down and finish unbuttoning his jeans, and then look to him for approval.
He smiles and cups my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “You already have permission, beautiful. What comes next?”
I ease closer, but then change my mind. Change direction. I climb off his lap and pull at his jeans. They don’t come easily, since he’s sitting in them. I stop tugging and give his hips a squeeze. “Lift?”
His eyes sparkle at me, and he sucks at his teeth, as if he’s trying not to smile. “Is that a question or a directive?”
I can’t raise one eyebrow, like he can, so I raise them both. “Let me take off your fucking pants.”
He smirks and lifts his hips, like I asked. “As you wish.”
I take his jeans and boxers both, leaving him completely naked.
He opens his mouth to speak, but I shush him.
I shushed him? I clamp a hand over my mouth.
