Page 57 of Adrian

I’m fully naked now, and I stalk toward her slowly before grabbing her hips and lowering my face so I can devour one of those nipples. Fuck, she tastes amazing. My favorite is when she takes a bath using the cherry-berry bubble bath because then her skin tastes almost sweet. Maybe it’s just the scent on her, but it’s heavenly. I’m pretty sure she brought a travel-sized bottle of that with us because she tastes like that now.

My wife tips her head back and whimpers.

“Does it hurt, baby?” I ask.

She smiles. “Yes, but in a good way. I kind of like the pain.”

I growl as I switch to the other nipple and bite into it just enough to make her breath hitch. Her hands are on my biceps, her nails digging into my skin. She likes to mark me, and I enjoy waking up in the morning to find little half-moons on my arms.

“It’s good that you don’t mind the pain, princess, because there will be discomfort when I hook you up to the breast pump and milk you. You’ll get used to the soreness as your teats get stretched and your udders drain.”

Her breath hitches. “Adrian…” She loves it when I talk dirty to her.

I unfasten her bra and let it fall to the floor so I can cup her heavy globes and worship them. I suck back and forth, elongating her nipples, making her writhe. “Look at them, princess.” I thumb her buds. “Look at how much bigger they are just from my attention. Imagine how obscene they will be when I milk you.”

She shudders. “Adrian…”

I lean in to whisper in her ear, “Do you know what else will hurt, my little milk cow?”

Blair moans.

“When I leave the suction on your teats after your udders are empty. Do you know why I will do that, princess?”

She shakes her head.

“Because the continued suction tells your udders to make more milk. The more I express, the bigger they will get.”

“Adrian…” she moans again. I love hearing my name on her lips. I’ll never get tired of it.

When I squeeze her breasts, she bucks her body.

“Sore?” I ask, even though I know the answer.

“Yes…”

Kneeling in front of my wife, I tug her thong down and then remove her heels one at a time. “Lean over the edge of the bed, princess. Feet planted, legs wide.”

She turns around to obey me. When she’s in position, I pull her back about a foot so her breasts hang in front of her instead of being pressed against the mattress.

After running a finger through her folds to prove she’s soaking wet, I thrust my cock into her, taking her off guard. I never enter her before making her come. She’s stunned. Her hands fist the comforter.

I hold myself deep and reach around to find her clit and thrum it. It only takes a minute to bring her to the edge, and then my princess cries out as her release milks my cock.

Watching her come always makes me horny. I’m like a teenager. Even after ten days, I still come prematurely. And that’s what happens now. My cock explodes inside her, filling her tight pussy.

Even though I’m confident she’s pregnant, I still like her to keep my come inside her. It’s a caveman move on my part. I admit it.

I reach into the small bag of toys next to the bed and pull out the strapped dildo before easing out and immediately pressing the rubber cock into her cunt.

“Seriously?” she giggles. “I’m surely already pregnant.”

I swat her bottom after I fasten the straps. “I told you. No wasting my come, even if you are pregnant.” Grabbing her hand, I help her stand and give a little tug.

“Where are we going?” She’s a bit wobbly from just having an orgasm, but I’m impatient.

“Bathroom, baby.”

“Why?”