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Warm milk splashes onto my tongue, and my eyes roll at the splendor of her taste before coming back to her innocent face. This close to her, I can make out the small freckles scattered lightly over her nose. My hand squeezes her plump tit, reveling in the way she arches her back as she feeds me.

Fuck. The thought of her providing milk for me has me feeling feral.

For me. Not the douche who knocked her up.

This is not something I’ve done before, but the moment I knew she could, I wanted it, I wanted a part of her she only gives to the person she loves most in the world.

I wanted to taste what no man had tasted before me.

A thought flashes through my mind, and fury beats at my chest, so I detach from her nipple with a pop.

Removing my hand from her ass, I grab a hold of her hair, tug her head back, and sneer down at her.

“Have you let your fuckboy taste these tits?” I snarl.

Her mouth falls open, and she attempts to shake her head, but my fingers tighten in her hair enough to pinch her scalp.

“N-no, Daddy.” The fact she remembers to address me accordingly settles something inside me, and knowing she hasn’t fed him from her tit has me wanting to beat my chest like a goddamn drum with my fists.

“Good girl.” I release her hair, and like a frenzied animal, I take both her tits in my hands, loving the way they spill over my thick palms, and push them together. “You only let Daddy feed from them.”

“Y-yes.”

My cock weeps with satisfaction. “Take Daddy’s cock out, Little Pet. I want you to shove it in your tight little cunt while you feed me. Only you can give Daddy what he needs.”

“Oh, god,” she pants, her tits being pushed farther into my mouth. My tongue lashes over her peaked nipples, sucking them both at once. Her milk flows like a jet stream, and I struggle to swallow it all back, so it leaks from the corners of my mouth, and I growl at the thought of losing it.

Her small hands unbuckle my pants, and when she pulls my solid cock from my boxers, I squeeze my eyes closed to ward off the orgasm her gentle touch coaxes.

“Fuck,” I grunt, and buck my hips. “Slide your cunt down.” I nip at the flesh around her nipple in warning.

“Slide your wet pussy down on my cock, Little Pet.” I draw her nipple into my mouth and guzzle.

The tip of my cock nudges at her entrance, and her chest heaves as she lowers herself on my length. Fuck, that’s good. My eyes roll when I feed harder, my tongue lashing over her nipple after each generous ounce of milk slides down my throat. “Good girl,” I croon, stroking her hair.

A thousand sensations of pleasure zip through me, each combining with the other and bringing with it a desperate need to be satiated.

My hips thrust up hard, and I use the grip on her ass to slam her down on my length.

A scream rushes from her, and her pussy clenches unbelievably tight around me as a splurge of liquid coats my cock.

“Oh, fuck.” I bounce her on my cock again and again, rougher, and her tits slap me in the face.

My little pet squirting coats my balls in her wetness, and I smack her ass hard. “Dirty little slut.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She moans, and the sound vibrates through me. Her compliance is enough to push me over the edge, and as my cum is milked from my cock, my eyes roll to the back of my head, and with a mouth full of her milk, I give myself over to the feeling of bliss.

I’m lost in my girl, my beautiful little pet, and I’m keeping her.