Daryl takes one look at my face and grins. “We’ll buy it tomorrow. The owners have already moved out, so we’ll be able to talk them into a fast settlement.”
“What?” I look around again. “I haven’t even seen inside yet.”
“If you hate it, we’ll renovate,” he says, pulling me toward a green, sun-soaked field full of wildflowers. “Right now, I need to check the acoustics of these hills.”
I frown in confusion. “Huh?”
He turns back to meet my gaze. “You’re lactating.”
“Wh—?” I look down, and sure enough, there are two damp circles of darker blue on the pale fabric of my baby-blue slip dress.
Daryl pulls it over my head in one movement. My panties are torn off and tossed away, and then he stands there, staring at me. “Look what we did,” he says, with absolute adoration in his voice.
I brush my fingers over my bare belly, and then stroke one of my erect, sensitive nipples. Tiny beads of milk form at the tips, and I look at Daryl.
He strips off his jeans, sits in the grass, and waves me over with his cock so thick and hard, it makes me tremble on sight. I’ve had that thing in my ass — an achievement that makes me feel like a right filthy bitch. I haven’t felt that in a while, but I want to. I stand over him, one foot either side of his legs, as I gaze down at him. “I want it in my ass.”
Daryl’s breath rushes out of him, and he shakes his head. “We’ve talked about this. I don’t want to risk anything bad happening. After the baby comes and you’ve had time to recover, I’ll shove as much cock as you want in there, but right now, I want to suck those milky tits like nobody’s business. Come see if you like it.”
He reaches up, and I take his hand so he can guide me to sit on his fat, veiny cock. My breath leaves me as the size of him stretches me open, but I slide straight on, always wet and ready for him. He hollows his stomach to accommodate the bulge of mine, and kisses me slowly and sweetly, stroking his tongue along mine as he coaxes my hips into a rocking motion.
It’s a bit awkward with the size of my belly, but he soon trails his kisses down my neck, and access seems to gets easier for him as he focus his attention on my breasts. He flicks his tongue over my skin and gently laps at the nipple I squeezed.
A pleasurable tremor runs through my pussy at the thought of him being able to drink milk from my breasts. What will it be like? We’ve both been imagining, but… the anticipation is killing me, as he lingers, toying with me and teasing me with hot mouth and no suction.
His cock strains inside me, declaring his own enjoyment, and his enthusiasm intensifies. My heart rate speeds up in response, just as excited by his play.
I rock my hips back and forth, gushing arousal over his cock. Eager for more, I beg for it. “Please.”
He latches on with a moan that I feel through my breast and straight down to my core. I gasp and buck at him as he sucks and pulls, andswallows.
He jolts his hips, shoving his cock upward to fuck me in short, hard thrusts, as he gulps and mumbles into my breast. His host mouth clamps around me in a way that keeps me beautifully trapped as he pulls.
“Fuck. That’s so fucking good,” I cry out, grabbing his hair and holding tight.
He releases his suction and gazes up at me with wild, sparkling eyes as milk trickles from my nipple. I shiver at the animal-like nature of it. I’m going to be a mother. And Daryl’s the reason for it. I know that, but having my body make milk somehow makes it feel far more real.
I gaze into his eyes. Without him, my body wouldn’t be making milk. He wouldn’t have it soaking into his beard and dripping down his chin while he grins at me.
“You like?” He wets his lips and starts teasing my other nipple with his tongue.
Breathless, I nod. “What the fuck kind of hotnessisthis? Do it again.”
Without warning, he latches on and sends me into a fucking frenzy. I pump my pussy up and down his cock, panting and begging him not to stop. I rub my clit against any lick of friction I can find, and when he strokes my asshole with a slippery finger, I’m done.
I grip him hard inside to make it last, but I can’t. I shudder and break my hold on the bliss, and it roars out of me with a rush of fluids. I ride the waves of it, thrusting at him until he grips me hard and surges his release into my depths.
We collapse against each other, and he holds me tight, stroking my hair as we come back to earth.
“Well, that’s another kink for the list,” I says eventually, when my powers of speech return.
“Mmm,” Daryl agrees, apparently not yet his articulate self.
I press a kiss to his ear and nuzzle my face against his like a pony. We don’t need words.
EPILOGUE
DARYL
