She knew the effect she had on me—that one droplet had sparked a wildfire of carnality deep within my body.
“Mmmm.” A primal roar tore its way out of my throat.
The walls shuddered with intensity.
My throat went dry. “Yes, Mommy. I’m very. Fucking. Thirsty.”
It was finally happening.
After so many weeks of careful patience—of coaxing those nipples, studying breastfeeding, and further learning her body—we were finally here.
All the right triggers.
All the right signals.
Prolactin rising.
Ducts opening.
The ancient machinery of creation stirring to life.
It was all proof that her body had obeyed me.
I felt a surge of pride that bordered on madness.
We were one system now.
Her chemistry, my devotion.
“Come here, baby.” She smiled. “Be a Good Boy and suck on Mommy’s nipples.”
I moved towards her, my fingers trembling as I shrugged off my shirt.
The material fell to the floor, forgotten.
My boxer briefs were next, hastily discarded.
Soon, I stood before her, completely naked with my throbbing cock on full display.
Teyonah's eyes roved over my muscular body and her gaze finally landed on my cock. Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip. "Look how big my boy is."
My body hummed from those nasty words.
“What are you going to do with that cock, baby?"
That question sent a jolt of hunger straight to my core.
I gripped my length, stroking myself as I answered. "I'm going to fuck you hard, Mommy and show you that I'm a Good Boy."
“Aww. Mommy can’t wait.” She gave a satisfied hum and began tracing her fingers over her breasts. Then, she plucked at the left nipple.
A drop of milk appeared there.
FUCK YES!
Fueled by possessive desire, I leaned forward and captured that milk-pearled nipple, feeling its stiffness against my tongue. The warmth of her skin radiated against my lips as I closed them around her areola, creating a proper seal.
Oh my God!
