Page 141 of Yearn

God I want to be deep inside her.

My cock twitched against the fabric. The mushroomed head was so engorged it felt swollen to the point of ache. Every throb dragged my balls tighter, higher.

I knew without looking down at my cock that every vein pushed against the skin, stretching it thin, the pressure so strong it felt like the blood inside was boiling.

The slit at the tip must have been a slick mess.

Oh, Mommy. It’s going to be so good when you nurse me.

The more milk I imagined flowing into my mouth, the more come I felt loading in my heavy sacs.

Thick and restless.

Demanding hot searing release into her warm, wet pussy.

I didn’t just have an erection. I had an entire system hijacked by her. Shaft, glans, balls—every component straining in sequence, programmed to respond to her curvy body.

“Baby, take your cock out,” Teyonah begged. “Fuck me.”

“Not yet, Mommy.” I switched back to the next breast to make sure equal production would occur. Nothing would get in the way of my mission.

“Please, baby. Mommy wants your big, fat cock inside of her pussy.”

DEAR GOD!!

I almost forgot the mission and gave it to her, but I had to remain dedicated.

The other breast was hot and swollen against my mouth, the areolar tissue pliant, engorged with blood as if already preparing the alveoli to flood with milk.

And then she blew my mind with her next words. “Such a Filthy Boy. . .sucking my tits like you’ve been starved for me all day. But this pussy will feed you too.”

FUCK!

My muscles bulged and trembled against her, and I couldn’t tell what biological reasons made it happen, just that I was now drowning within her control.

What the fuck?

I hadn’t even had her pussy yet and my body was already hers.

Already undone.

Already trained.

No woman my age could’ve done this to me. They’d never had the years in their touch, the authority in their voice, the sin in their moans.

They couldn’t have twisted me.

They couldn’t have made me grind like a desperate horny boy, leaking through his pants.

But her. . .Teyonah. . .she carved me open and rewired me.

And I knew, even before I buried myself inside her, that I’d never recover.

I was already addicted.

Already marked.

Already pussy-whipped by a queen who hadn’t even let me in yet.