Lactation Kink Books Novels & Stories

"noooooo.. please let me go... Daddy pls.. let me go.. please Daddy.. '' Her eyes were shut but tears ran freely. Jack, who had tears in his eyes, was soon kissed by his Personal therapist - Daisy, the one who was looking at Taylor with empathy, the one with black netty lingerie and had bigger boobs than Taylor.. She had more boobs in her whole body. Her erect buds were poking out of the netted bralette she was wearing. She was lactating as she was on pills for milking, more for Jack's liking and an exception for her. She had come across Jack now and kissed him, though Jack kissed her, his eyes flickered a bit and looked at Taylor again, not losing eye contact with his world, his life, Taylo

His tongue flicked once, twice, then flattened and dragged in a slow, deliberate lick that made my back bow off the wall. “Killian—” He sucked harder, pulling the nipple deep into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to send a sharp spark straight to my clit. His hand kneaded the other breast—firm, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger, tugging lightly until I was gasping. I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him there, hips rocking forward against his thigh. The seam of my leggings pressed right where I needed it, and every grind sent fresh heat blooming between my legs.

“What about the herbal brew?” “I will draft a prescription for red-clover and dried nettle,” she replied, scratching a parchment with her quill. “Your mate will need to massage the breast tissue thoroughly every night to draw the heat forward. Allow the pup to latch constantly. Positivity and deep rest are mandatory, Lady Whitlock. If you are stressed by pack wars, your core will lock up and the milk will curdle.” I took the parchment with trembling, warm fingers and hurried out of the temple, my face burning like coal.

I stay standing, my arms above my head and tied waiting, the feel of fingers stroking along my back, a woman’s fingers, she keeps going, her fingers running across my body teasing me stopping at my breasts. Her hand grasps one, pulling down my bra to expose my nipple. Standing I feel her mouth cover my nipple, her teeth biting down before releasing.

The wet heat of her spread across Lila’s skin. Harper leaned down and took one of Lila’s nipples into her mouth, sucking firmly while her fingers found the other breast and pinched. Lila’s back arched. She reached between them and slid two fingers between Harper’s legs, pushing into her without warning. Harper was tight and slick. Lila fucked her with short, rough strokes, the heel of her hand grinding against Harper’s clit. Harper moaned against her breast and bit down lightly.

Talking always made everything difficult. My favorite judge just squeezed one of my breasts in one hand, while grabbing the other's nipple. And I let go in a low moan, feeling that heat wave and the moisture of his tongue melting my senses, in every sound and suction movement with his lips. My hands ran through his firm and soft skin, sliding as if my claws were exposed, looking for places where I knew he was more sensitive to touch.

Her nipples were tight little peaks under my thumb, I pinched one of her nipples and she moaned into my mouth, the vibration going straight to my core. She dropped to her knees on the dirty floor, not caring at all, hooking my leg over her shoulder, she buried her face between my thighs. The first hot swipe of her tongue across my clit made my head explode, pleasure coiled tight and fast in my belly. I tangled my fingers in her curls, grinding against her mouth. She sucked my clit hard, two fingers curling inside me, stroking that spot that made my knees buckle. Every lick and every thrust pushed me closer. “Come for me, “ she whispered. “Imagine it’s your stepdad’s tongue tomorrow. Then his

Lila gripped the edge of her chair, biting her lip hard. The vibrations teased her swollen clit and soaked folds mercilessly. When a professor asked her a question, Kane increased the intensity. Her voice trembled as she answered, thighs quivering, fighting the urge to moan. Kane watched with dark satisfaction, his own cock straining in his pants. After the seminar, he dragged her to the secluded rare books section of the library. “On your knees, baby.”

Damien cupped her breasts. “Please, Sir,” she begged. “What do you need, baby?” “Touch my nipples, take them into your mouth, suck them.” “Well, you have been very good.” He lightly tongued her distended nipples. Holding her breasts gently, knowing how tender they were, he moved from one nipple to the other. Lila whimpered, her need spiralling out of control. She attempted to thrust her hips up, needing him to touch her clit, to drive himself inside her.

Except this time it's a deep purple rather than red. "Did you miss Daddy's cock baby?" She straddles me and her perfect tits are right in front of my face. She leans down to whisper in my ear. "No, I missed Daddy." I never knew I had a Daddy kink, but being her Daddy makes my dick rock fucking hard. I pull on the ribbon beneath her cleavage and the barely there cloth falls straight off her breasts. "Fuck me. Where did you get these?" I squeeze her breasts together and suck on one of her nipples. I take long pulls out of both of them till she's moaning.