Page 13 of Milk for His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #21)

LEO

I can admit this is weird.

Not a bad weird, but a good weird.

His milk is actually really tasty. Slightly sweet, and something about the idea of sucking it from his body has my dick responding, but that’s not surprising since I think Whit is sexy as fuck, but when I think about what we’re doing, I like it.

A lot.

My dick is so hard it’s trying to punch through my zipper, and I almost want to take myself in hand, but that’s what I have Whit for. It’s his job to get me off, but I’m getting desperate for some pressure, so I push down on my dick and moan as I re-adjust myself.

That’s better.

I close my eyes and enjoy the taste and feel of my boy. His body is soft, but firm in all the right places, and the salt of his skin with the sweetness of his milk is driving me crazy.

It doesn’t help that Leo is making cute little whimpering noises and wiggling like I’m tickling him.

Or he could just be trying to hump my ass.

Yeah, that’s what’s happening.

I want to pull back and scold him, but I can tell that he’s almost empty because his milk has slowed, so I let him rut against me. For now.

“Your mouth feels so good on me,” Whit pants. “It’s making me so hard.”

His milk has stopped flowing, so I bite down on his nipple, and he gasps, thrusting his hips up under me.

“Yes, more,” he begs, so I bite down again, and then I stretch out across from him on the couch and spread my thighs wide.

“My turn. Get over here and suck my dick before I waste my load in my panties.”

He grins and drapes himself over my legs before opening my pants.

“These are so pretty.” He runs a finger under the edge of my panties before he pulls my cock out slowly. He teases the tip with his tongue.

Fuck that.

I grab his head and force my dick all the way into the back of his throat. He gags and sputters, but I don’t let up. He turned me on, and now he needs to take care of it.

“Relax, boy, and let me in. You can take more,” I urge and thrust up, hitting his soft palate. He rolls his shoulders and heaves, so I let him up. He gasps for air, and his face is a sloppy mess. “That’s a good boy,” I praise and slap his cheek with my dick.

“Thank you. More?” he pants.

“Since you asked so nicely.” This time I don’t let him up.

I just thrust into the back of his throat like he’s my own personal fuck toy.

“Oh hell yeah, baby. Your mouth is fucking magic.” When he struggles against my hold on his head, I still my hips but don’t let him up.

“You’re okay,” I soothe. God, his throat spasms are killing me.

“Just breathe through your nose.” I pet his hair, and I can feel him take a few breaths before he nods his head just slightly.

“That’s it, good boy.” My hips pump up again.

“I’ll teach you to be the best cock sucker in the whole world. ”

I could spend hours in his body, mouth or ass.

I let him up to take a breath.

“Are you okay, babe?”

He nods, takes another breath and dives back on my dick.

“Good boy. Now hold on just a minute more. I’m almost done.”

He sputters something, and when I catch just the tiniest hint of teeth on his next pass, my body spasms and I’m shooting my hot load down his throat.

“Shit, fuck, god damn!” I shout through gritted teeth because I remember that we’re in a semi-public room.

He falls off my dick and against my chest. That’s when I notice his hand is moving frantically, jerking himself off.

“You dirty boy,” I coo. “You liked being used, don’t you? You’re such a slut, you don’t care if it’s your mouth or your ass. You just want to get fucked.”

“By you,” he pants and groans long and low.

“That’s right.” I grab his hair and pull tight. His whole body tenses, and I know he’s close. “Now come for Daddy.”

Whit shoots off like a rocket, and he’s not quiet about it.

We get a few catcalls and cheers from the other people in the room, and I can’t help my smile.

“He’s mine, so back off you thirsty bitches.”

The sound of laughter fills the air, and Whit buries his head in my lap.

“Aww, are you embarrassed?” I tease. He shakes his head but doesn’t look up, so I run my fingers through his damp hair. “It seems like my boy might have an exhibitionist streak in him.”

“I like having you in me.”

“That’s a very good answer, and there will be plenty of time for that.”

We’re both quiet for a moment as we catch our breaths and relax.

“So? Are you a Daddy?”

I pause my fingers as they move through his hair. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently.”

“Because of me?” Whit interrupts.

“Yes, sweet boy. I kinda got the feeling from you. I’m not sure about caring for a Little though,” I admit.

“It’s okay. I’m not sure how to be a Little.” He laughs, but then his body tenses. “I would like to explore it, with you.”

“But what if I’m not any good at it?” I ask, and I hate that I sound unsure because I’m always sure. But this is important.

“You already take care of me. Making sure I eat and sleep and spoiling me with presents.”

“Spoiling those I care about is one of my favorite things to do.”

“I just need your attention. I mean, I like stuff, but I just want you to be with me. It doesn’t matter if we’re watching movies or having dinner or playing with toys.”

“What if I can’t be what you need, or I don’t like being a Daddy to a Little?”

“That would be tough, but I like you, and we’ll find a way to make sure we both get what we need.” There’s an awkward pause as he runs his fingers up and down my arm. “Do you think you won’t like it?” he whispers, and it sounds so vulnerable.

“No, babe. I think I will like it, but I’m not sure because I’ve never even thought about it before.”

“We could start small, and I mean small,” he says firmly. “I don’t need you to go out and buy me every little thing you can find because you can.”

“I’m the Daddy, and if I want to spoil the hell out of my boy, I’m going to, but I promise I’ll start slow.” And then lose my mind shopping after we see how this goes.

“Okay.” He sounds like he doesn’t believe me. “Can we go now?”

“Sure. Can I take you to my house?”

“You have a house?” He sounds excited.

“I do.”

“Well, let’s go then!” Whit jumps up and tries to help me up.

“Um, babe. Your dick is still out.”

He blushes and smiles. “Oops.”

I grab his belt loops and pull him in close. “Let me help.”

“Yes, Daddy.” His voice is sultry and deep.

I tuck his soft dick away and zip him up. “Good boy.”