Page 94 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus

Fuck, her tits are perfection.

I kind of want to try the good stuff straight from the source. All four of us have tried Everly's breast-milk. The first time she pumped we all agreed we were gonna need to see what it was about. It's our child's sole source of nutrition, of course we were going to need to test it.

However, the first few weeks Evie hoarded it like liquid gold. Once her real milk came in she compared herself to a dairy cow, and her stance quickly changed tohave at it.

So we did, but I think I have a new kink. I don't know, but seeing her drip milk? Yeah, it's been the focus of more than one of my fantasies lately.

Evie whimpers as I continue sucking and tugging on her nipple gently as my other hand falls to her clit. She moans and begs, shivering over my cock. Her cunt ripples over my shaft, and I try to squeeze my ass, like that might work.

It's been way too long to hold back. I fill her, snarling like a lunatic as she trembles around me. I laugh as she tries to swipe my face away from her breast.

"That's so weird, and totally uncalled for," she grumbles. "They have no sense of when they're not needed."

I grin around her tit and continue my soft flicks. "Fucking hell, little one," I say, shaking my head. "I never knew life could get this good."

A Month Later

"Hey, cutie pie," I say, grinning at Peyton as she tries to hold her head up. She follows the sound of my voice, tilting her head to try to find me.

Connor pulls her down off his shoulder. "She burped, but I was just making sure she got it all out."

"Shall we change your nappy?" Archie asks, plucking her out of Connor's arms.

"Dick," Connor grumbles.

Luke pops out of the closet with a dress and socks. He tosses them onto the end of the changing table as Archie lays Peyton down. It's not even light outside, but our little monster is convinced it's time to be awake.

None of us are complaining. Evie still breastfeeds, but she pumps enough that one of us can feed Peyton at the three or four a.m. feeding and again for the breakfast bottle.

It's become a cutthroat game of who gets to the baby first, and Evie gets to catch up on some much-needed rest.

Archie pulls off Peyton's jammies and her diaper. He leans over, blowing a raspberry on her belly, and Luke cringes.

"For the love of God, don't you listen? Put the diaper on and then have at it. I told you about the other day," Luke says, looking horrified.

Archie snorts. He's just leaning over to grab a diaper, when I catch sight of the stream of pee.

"Damn, that's some impressive PSI," Luke says, laughing as Archie frowns at his pee-soaked arm. "At least it didn't hit your face."

We all cringe. It's baby pee, so it's not as bad as it could've been. But yeah, it's still gross.

"I'm telling you the second the air hits her butt you better have the new diaper ready to cover the flow. It's a new thing," Luke says, laughing. He grabs her stuff and picks up Peyton, carrying her over to her crib. He wipes her off and gets her into her diaper and carefully puts on her pretty purple dress.

"Good aim, kiddo," Luke says, high-fiving her tiny fist. "Two more to go and you'll have a full set.”

Archie grumbles his way through stripping the sheet off the changing table and yanks off his shirt.

Evie comes in, her hair a messy tangle of curls, and laughs when she spots Archie.

"Aww, she got you, too?" she asks, trying to stifle a laugh.

"Yes, she's turning into quite the heathen," Archie grumbles. He shakes his head, laughing. "That's one for the memory book."

"No," Evie laughs. "She'd never forgive you. Come on. I'll shower with you since you took one for the team."

"Oh, fuck yes," Archie says, laughing. He tosses up a middle finger when Evie isn't looking and follows our wife out to have early-morning shower sex.

"You know," Luke says, putting Peyton's sock on. "I think I changed my mind. Feel free to get me again tomorrow, kiddo."