Page 25 of Milk for His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #21)

LEO

I’m not actually working, and I haven’t been all day. I’ve been reading forums for Daddies and doing some online shopping. This time it’s for me. Mostly.

What? I love his damn pajamas.

The way the tight material clings to his muscles and frames his dick has me practically drooling all day. But what really gets me is the butt flap.

Why does it drive me crazy?

Hell, I couldn’t keep my dick to myself while we were at the cabin. I was fucking him every chance I got, and he never complained. He just saw me staring at him and bent over the nearest flat surface with a grin.

I was tempted to take him in all kinds of crazy places, but I have some respect for my dad and Izzy. They really didn’t want to watch me fuck my boy.

Well, Izzy might like to watch, but my dad would not, because gross.

Whit squirms on the floor.

I wonder how long he can hold out.

My plan is to wait until he’s leaking so bad and then fuck him. He usually leaks when I fuck him, even when I’ve already drained him, so I can’t wait to see how bad it gets. Will he cover me with his milk?

People use milk in all kinds of beauty routines, and I’m getting it straight from the source. It’s all warm and sweet, and he gets so embarrassed when I scold him for leaking.

Maybe I should look into why I like the idea of my boy covering me with his milk, but bukkake is a real thing, and cum is far more disgusting than milk.

Whit sits up now and pulls the front of his jammies from his chest. “Daddy?”

“I’m almost done. You can wait a little longer, big boy.”

“But I don’t want to get in trouble for wasting your milk.”

“You should have thought of that.” My voice sounds just a touch evil. He huffs and knocks over his tower of blocks. “Don’t throw a fit or you’ll be using your pump,” I threaten.

“I’m not!” he rushes to explain and starts building another tower. “It’s the game I’m playing. You have to build it before you knock it down.”

“Sure.”

I let him stew for a few more minutes, and then the brat gets smart. He gets down on his hands and knees with his ass facing right toward me.

Fuck, that ass is perfect. I just want to sink my teeth into it, or my dick, which hardens fully at the view. It wiggles enticingly.

You know what? I’m not the one being punished, so why am I waiting to get what I want?

“I’m going to get things ready.” I stand and adjust my dick. He watches the move and licks his lips. “Soon, babe,” I promise and leave the room.

If he’s going to leak as much as I suspect he will, I’m going to need to put down some towels or something.

So I grab all of my fluffiest towels and cover most of the bed with them before pulling the flat sheet over them.

Then I grab Dicky and put him up by the headboard so Whit can grab him.

I’ve noticed that he looks for him when we have sex.

I’m not sure why, but I like the way he looks snuggling with his bear while I fuck him hard.

With a shiver of want, I undress and lie on the bed before calling out to Whit.

“Come here, boy,” I call, and he runs into the room. His eyes widen as he watches me stroking myself. “You want to sit on this dick?”

He nods frantically, but then frowns. “But I’ll make a mess if you don’t drink from me first.”

“I’m counting on that. I even put towels down for you.”

“You want me to leak?”

“I do.”

“But it’s embarrassing.” His cheeks flush, but I can see his dick tenting the soft fabric of his pajamas.

“And that’s your punishment.”

He groans and runs a hand down his body to grab his dick.

“Bend over and prep yourself.” I toss the bottle of lube to him.

“I’m still good from this morning,” he complains.

“Two fingers and some lube,” I say sternly. “I’m not going to hurt my boy.”

He grumbles something about loving the sting, but I’m not going to let him tear his hole. That means more recovery time before I can fuck him again, and he isn’t one to wait.

The needy boy pulls down his butt flap and bends over the end of the bed.

I can’t see what he’s doing from here, but I know when he gets the first finger inside. His needy whines and whimpers are like music to my ears.

“Daddy, I’m good.”

“Alright,” I warn. “But if you’re too sore for more fun tomorrow, that’s on you.”

“I’m good. I’m good. Please?” he begs.

“Okay, you—” I start, and Whit’s already climbing up onto the bed. “Jammies off first.”

His face falls hard. “But then I’ll probably get… my milk might…” He whispers the last word. “Spray.”

“That’s right. Daddy wants your milk all over his body.”

Whit groans and bites his lip before looking to the sky. “But. It’s weird.”

“It’s sexy as fuck. Now get your cute butt out of those jammies and on my dick before I get myself off and you can pump,” I hiss through my teeth, and his body shivers.

“I’m going!” He climbs down and removes his clothes. Both his hands move to cover his nipples, and I grin.

“Such a shy boy. Now get on this dick and ride me like a bronco. Don’t make me ask again.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I put both arms behind my head, watching as my big boy grabs my cock and lines it up with his tight hole. The resistance is fucking delicious, and it makes it that much sweeter to work my way inside.

Whit clearly loves it as he arches his back and thrusts his chest out. His milk is already dribbling from his nipples, but I want more, so I reach up and squeeze his left nipple. I almost laugh when the spray of warm milk splashes across my chest.

“Daddy. Don’t,” he whines but finishes lowering himself down until he’s seated on my pelvis.

“Whose milk is this?” I grab his hips in warning, but really, it’s just to keep him from moving too soon. I’ve got stamina for days, but something about this boy, his milk, hell, even the stuffed animal watching us is too good for even me.

“Yours, Daddy.” I grab his other nipple and squeeze. His fingers reach out to stop my hand, but he doesn’t pull me away, just massages his pecs.

“Yeah, that’s a good boy,” I praise as little streams and dribbles of milk fall down to cover my body.

It’s warm at first, but then it cools kinda like cum, but not as sticky.

“Go ahead. Take what you need from Daddy.” I release his hips, and he wastes no time bouncing on my dick.

“Oh fuck… Look at those strong thighs,” I praise and bring my nails down them hard.

Just enough to make angry red lines that quickly fade.

“Yes, Daddy, yes!”

“Why don’t you squeeze your tits for me? Show me how you like it.”

“No.” He shakes his head but keeps riding me. “I don’t want to make a mess.”

“It’s too late for that, boy. Fuck—” I almost bite through my damn lip when he tweaks his own nipple and clamps down hard on me. “So tight! So fucking…”

My hips come up to meet his downward thrust, and I don’t think I can wait much longer to cum, but he needs to come first, so I bat his hand away and twist both nipples.

“Daddy!” His warm milk sprays and drips down my arms. Every time the milk slows, I squeeze him harder. “I’m going to cum! Daddy, please?”

“Grab your dick, boy,” I order, because I’m so ready to cum too. “Work it hard like those nipples. I want all of your milk on me.”

Whit cries out, and I smile at myself.

I never even let anyone cum on me before and now look. I’ve got a hot man coming all over my chest while spraying me with his milk.

Who knew?

“Good boy.” I massage his pecs in a downward motion, trying to get all of his milk out. “Now it’s Daddy’s turn. I want you to rock those sexy hips of yours until I blow inside you.”

“Yes, Daddy,” he purrs and then surprises me by rolling his hips like a goddamn stripper.

“Holy shit!” I gasp. “Why didn’t I know you could move like that?”

“We’ve never been dancing.”

“Oh fuck, we’re going!”

“I’d like that. Then I can show you all the moves.” He leans back and props himself up on his ankles.

And that hits a new angle inside his body that I’ve never felt while fucking a guy. The underside of my cock is much tighter against his walls, and it feels incredible.

“You’ve been holding out on me, boy.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“I know you didn’t, now faster,” I order, and he rocks so fast it makes his limp dick flop obscenely. Knowing my boy, it’s possible he’ll come again. “Fuck! If you could see how good you look. All fucked out and begging for more.”

“Yes, more.”

“Get up here.”

He leans forward, and I almost swallow my tongue at the change in position. I grab onto his ass and urge him forward, fucking me faster, faster, faster?—

“Daddy! I’m coming again! It’s too much, too much.”

“Hell yeah. Cover me, babe.”

He comes again on a shout, and I follow him over the edge as his warm cum hits my stomach again. I almost wonder if he can feel the pressure of my cum hitting his walls because it feels like my orgasm is so strong I’m shooting bullets.

“My boy, my sweet boy. You did such a good job.” I run my fingers down his thighs in a soothing gesture while I will my heart to slow the fuck down.

This might be new to me, but I want this. I want this sweet boy. Maybe I do love him.

“Hey!” I shake my head as Whit squirts me in the face with his milk. Then he laughs, the little fucker.

“I got you.”

“You sure did, baby. Why don’t you clean up your mess, and then I’ll make sure to empty you fully.”

“Okay.” He turns to get off my lap, but I grab him.

“Not like that.” I raise an eyebrow and brush a finger against his lower lip.

His lips quirk up, and he sticks his tongue out, lowering down to clean my belly with his eyes locked on me.

“Yeah, just like that. Make sure you don’t miss a single drop.”

He makes the most obscene noises I’ve ever heard as he nips and licks my skin clean. Knowing that he’s sucking his own milk and cum off my body is fucking hot.

If I hadn’t just cum my brains out into his tight ass, I might be tempted to go again, but three prostate orgasms can be rough on your body, and he definitely needs a break. Although, being the greedy slut he is, he’ll probably get me to fuck him again anyway.

My phone rings, and I grumble.

My phone rings again, and I shout at it to shut up because I’m off work this whole week.

My phone rings again, and I answer it with a harsh snap. “What?!”

“Leo, sorry, but there’s an emergency.”

“Nope.”

“I know I said you could have the week off, but?—”

“Minjun, I’m sorry, but I’m putting my foot down on this one.”

“But—”

“No, I’ve never said no to you once since I started, and I’m going to now. I’ve earned this week off.”

“Someone needs to go help.”

“Send Collins.”

“He doesn’t know the systems.”

“All of my team are trained to work all major systems.”

“Yes, but?—”

“Then it’ll have to wait until I get back.”

“That’s four more days,” he whines.

“Just remind your bosses how I earned this break.”

“Leo. I’ve already got your ticket booked.” He sounds exasperated, but he still expects me to give in.

“No. I’m serious this time.”

There’s a charged pause where I can practically hear Minjun thinking. “Fine. I’ll send Collins, but I want you to hire at least two more people. Especially if you plan on taking more time off.”

“I do.”

He grumbles something in Korean, even though he knows I can understand him. “Fine. What brought about this change?”

“I’m in a relationship,” I say proudly.

“Really?” Minjun gasps. “I’ve heard you aren’t the settling-down type.”

“I guess it just took the right guy.”

“I’m happy for you,” he says, although it sounds like he’s sucking a lemon.

“I’m not leaving,” I tease. “I just want to take some time off and not be on call twenty-four seven.”

“We’ll talk about it when you get back.” He sounds resigned now.

“Okay,” I chirp. “Bye.” And then hang up.

I did it. I told my boss no. Not that I couldn’t have before, but I never had a good reason to. Now all I want to do is spend my time with the sexy boy in my arms.

Whit grumbles and nuzzles into my chest. My fingers card through his fiery-red hair. “Go back to sleep, babe,” I whisper.

He huffs but falls back asleep quickly. I, sadly, do not fall back asleep. Instead, I stare at the vast whiteness of my ceiling and think that maybe I should paint it black or pink.

Maybe I should ask Whit.

What color ceiling would he like to stare at when he can’t sleep at night, because he’s going to be staying here a lot.