Page 14 of Milk for His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #21)

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Leo’s house is very nice. It’s not overly large, but it’s old and has so much character. My eyes can’t decide where to focus. All of the woodwork is gorgeous. The floors must be the originals, and how he’s decorated everything gives it a modern flare with a classic twist.

“Can I take your coat?” Leo steps behind me and reaches for my shoulders. “And shoes off in the house.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I tease, and he grins.

“I do like the sound of that.”

“What? Me calling you Daddy?” I play dumb.

“Yes, that.”

I step closer and wrap my arms around his shoulders. “I like it too. Daddy.”

Heat flashes in his eyes, and he blinks the lust away. “Come on. Let me give you a tour.”

Every room is comfortable and full of large plush chairs, couches, pillows, and super soft blankets. I might have grabbed a particularly pretty baby-pink one and wrapped it around my shoulders as he continued his tour.

“And this is the bathroom. I obviously had the kitchen and the bathrooms redone because they were old-fashioned and tiny.”

I gasp and run my fingers over the clawfoot tub. “This is beautiful.”

“I wish I could say it was original, but I had to search far and wide to find one that was in good enough shape to be restored.”

“How old is it?”

“The collector who sold it to me estimated it to be almost a hundred years old.”

“Wow!”

“What can I say? I like antiques and nice things, so I really enjoyed salvaging what I could and splurging where I needed to.” He winks and takes my hand.

“As much as I’d like to give you a bath, because that sounds like something Daddies do, I’m hungry and exhausted.

I went straight to the bar when I landed. ”

Wait. I didn’t tell him I was going out.

“How did you know I was there?”

“Daddies know things,” he says confidently and pulls me into his bedroom. It’s a soft gray color with black and pink accents. I’m almost distracted when he starts to undress.

“Yeah, but not where I am… Oh.” The light bulb goes off in my head. “You have a tracker on my phone.”

Now he looks sheepish as he pulls out some pajamas. They are a pale blue camisole and shorts with a white lace trim. God, he looks sexy.

“I can take it off, but I really like knowing the people I care about are safe.”

Maybe I should be more worried about his stalker-like behavior, but I actually think it’s sweet.

“You care about me?” I ask.

“Maybe a little.” He steps closer.

“I care about you too.” Then I step closer, and suddenly there’s no room between us. My fingers toy with the lacy hem of his shorts. “I like these.”

“Thank you. They make me feel pretty.”

“You’re very pretty.” I’m about to kiss him when his stomach growls.

“I guess your milk wasn’t enough to fill me up.”

“Come on, I’ll make dinner.” I grab his hand and take him to the living room.

“Don’t we need to be in the kitchen to make dinner?”

“Nope.”

I take out my phone and order Geno’s. “Now we can have our pizza date in person.”

“That’s a wonderful idea, but I hope you got me onions and anchovies on my half.” Leo laughs at the shocked look on my face. “I’m fine with plain cheese.”

“But I remember you said you liked pepperoni.”

“I did say that.”

“So I got half and half.”

“That’s a great compromise.” He sits down on the couch. “Come sit with me. I want to show you some things that I’ve found.”

“Okay.” I jump on the couch next to him, and he bounces.

“Careful, babe. You’ll send me flying.”

“Sorry.” I look down. I don’t want to hurt him.

He kisses my forehead. “No problem. Now look at what I’ve found in an internet rabbit hole.” He opens a website called “Little Needs,” and I smile at the title. “So I may have marked a few things that I would like, mostly clothes for you.” He shows me his favorite list, and my head starts to spin.

“I, um…” I take a deep breath. “I’m?—?”

“Are you okay?” He takes my hands.

“Yes, but it’s a lot.”

“Sorry, babe, I get overexcited sometimes when I find something I like.”

“I don’t mind, but small, remember?”

Leo laughs now. “Normally the Daddy has to be the one to say no.”

“I’m not saying no, but I need a minute to warm up to the idea. I mean, I like the idea, but I’ve never put it into practice, and I’m worried it will be too much for me all at once.”

“It’s okay.” He pulls me to his side, and I snuggle in tight. “How about one outfit and one toy?”

“Maybe two toys?” I ask sweetly.

“Anything for you, sweet boy.”

I’ve been lying in bed for about ten minutes, and I’m starting to get desperate now.

I really don’t want to wake him because he’s probably jet-lagged from his trip last night, but either he needs to wake up and help me or I’m going to need to get up and head home.

But his arm is wrapped so tight around me, and he’s been snuggling me all night. I don’t want this to end.

I wait another two minutes and the pressure is too much, so I move carefully away from his hold.

“Where are you going, big boy?” His voice is rough with sleep. “It’s too early.”

“I have to go to the bathroom.” Not exactly what I need, but it will help. Leo lets me up and snuggles my pillow instead. “Hurry back. It’s cold without you.”

That was the last thing I needed him to say. I can’t hurry if I’m trying to hand express my milk. That never works.

But I try anyway, and I return to bed more frustrated than before.

“Are you alright?” Leo looks up at me.

Fuck, I guess I wasn’t as quick as I thought.

My hands twist together as I think about lying to him, but I really don’t want to do that.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He sits up and reaches for me. I step closer but don’t climb back into bed. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong…” Yeah, that was believable.

“I can’t help if you don’t tell me. Are we going too fast? I can take you home.”

“What?! No, I don’t want to go home.”

“Okay then, what’s wrong?”

It might just be easier to show him, so I uncross my arms, revealing the wet spots to him.

“Oh no. You poor thing. Come lie down. Let Daddy help you.”

“Thank you,” I say as I take my shirt off and jump into bed.

“We’re going to talk about this later, but you need me now.

” He latches on, and I sigh in relief, but it’s short-lived as my other side lets down.

I try to use my shirt to soak up the mess, but Daddy moves it away and switches sides.

He goes back and forth until I’m empty, but now I have another problem.

Daddy surprises me and pulls my dick out.

“You like having Daddy suck your tits?” he pants.

“Yes.” I squirm in his hand as he jacks me hard.

“What if I suck this?” Leo takes me in his warm mouth, and I gasp as I twitch upright.

He pulls back. “Fuck, I’m so hungry for you.

” And then he’s tormenting me with his mouth.

Pressing his tongue piercing against the underside of my dick and down the large vein.

All he has to do is suck hard, and I’m coming in a matter of seconds.

He pulls back and wipes his lips, then he grimaces.

I can’t help but laugh at the look on his face.

He glares, but it quickly turns to a half smile. “Warn a guy next time.”

“Sorry, Daddy, but it was too good.”

“You’re lucky I like you or you would have gotten a piece of my mind.”

“You don’t like to swallow?”

“I don’t like to suck dick.”

That surprises me. “You did a good job for someone who doesn’t suck dick.”

“I didn’t say I don’t know how, just that I don’t like to.”

“You don’t have to do it just for me. I’m happy with lots of things.”

“No, it was better than I remember, but it might be because it was with you.”

“Aww. That’s so sweet,” I praise and grab him so he’s lying on top of me now.

“Yes, I’m very sweet.” He reaches up and kisses me. “Now, why didn’t you want to tell me what you needed?”

I groan and try to distract him by grabbing his ass and rubbing his very hard dick against my stomach.

“Can I help you with this first?”

“Nope.”

“Fine. I was embarrassed.”

“Why? I sucked you last night.”

“Yeah, but what if you changed your mind?”

“Then I’ll tell you, but you need to tell me when you need to pump so I can help you.”

“Usually about every eight hours.”

“I can help you with the morning and night, but in the middle of the day… That will be more tricky, especially with you at work. What do you do at work when you have to pump?”

“I pump right before I leave the house and as soon as I get home, then before bed. I also have padded shirts so if I leak, it doesn’t show through.” Most of the time.

“Padded shirts?” he says thoughtfully, but more to himself.

“Yeah, they have built-in leak protection.”

Leo laughs now. “You sound like an ad for tampons.”

“Eww, gross.” I fake gag.

“Okay, sorry, sorry.” His laughter trails off. “What do you do with the milk?”

“I sell it.”

“Who buys human milk?” he gasps.

“Gyms mostly.”

“Gym rats are weird.”

“Hey, I go to the gym.”

“And it shows,” he purrs and squeezes my biceps. “I can’t even fit my hands all the way around it.”

“That’s because you’re small, Daddy.”

“How dare you call me small!” He mock gasps and tickles my armpit.

I laugh and squirm under him. “Okay! Alright! you’re not small,” I concede. He stops his assault and sits up so he’s straddling me. “Well, not where it counts.” I rub his bulge in his little lace shorts so he knows what I mean.

“Mmm, babe, that feels so good, but I think I’d like to save that for later when I can bury myself in your tight body.”

“You could do that now,” I try.

“Nope, we have plans this morning.”

“We do?” I don’t remember anything.

“Yep. We’re going shopping.”

“Remember what I said, Daddy,” I remind him sternly.

He leans down and kisses my nose. “One outfit and two toys. Don’t you want to come with me to pick out your toys? I’m not sure what you’d like.”

Actually, yeah. That sounds amazing.

“Yes, but remember. Two toys.”

“Of course, babe.” His smile tells me he doesn’t plan to stick to the two-toy rule.