Milkman X Reader Novels & Stories

Mya's Pov After I accepted Max as my mate, I met his charming wolf. I gave him a nickname, Milkshake. He hates it, they both do. He is dark grey and is so majestic. I even got to ride on his back. Being with Max is so freeing. It's the first time I've intimately been with a guy without being drunk or needing medication, because without them, I'd feel Tom's hands on me, touching me, and his breath against my neck when he almost raped me.

Right in front of me. Finally, I force myself to pull back. The blouse clings transparently to my swollen, reddened nipple. Milk continues to drip in slow, heavy drops. Knox stares at me with glassy, fever-bright eyes, his lips glossy and coated. “More,” he whispers, voice hoarse but stronger than it's been all day. His gaunt hand rises to grip my breast possessively, squeezing another gushing spray of milk onto his face and into his open mouth. “Please... Mia.”

“The baby” “I know where my baby is,” Damien growled, but he adjusted slightly, keeping the thrusts deep but more controlled. He pressed his face between her tits, licking and sucking both nipples in turn, getting messier by the second. Milk covered his face, dripped down his neck, soaked the bed. Raven came suddenly, violently, without warning. Her whole body seized up, pussy gushing around his cock as she wailed. Damien kept sucking through it, drinking her milk while she squirted and cried.

Marcus and Jax were already there, the couch pulled close, a bottle of whiskey open between them. Marcus didn’t speak at first. He just took one tit, sealed his mouth around the nipple, and sucked hard. Thick, creamy milk gushed into him instantly. He swallowed, then pulled off and switched sides, letting the other spray across his face and chest. Jax knelt behind her, pulled her hips back, and slid into her empty pussy in one slow, deep thrust. The emptiness burned now, but so did the need. She rocked back against him, moaning around Marcus’s cock when he fed her the other tit.

The two men sat at opposite ends of the couch, both glancing down at the plump, nursing mother propped up on the cushions between them. Her skimpy top was pulled down, exposing her heavy, milky breasts. "She's going to be ready soon," the one named Jake said in a low voice, stroking his rigid erection through his pants. "I can't wait to sink my teeth into those perfect tits." "Fuck yes," his partner Marcus growled, reaching out to grope a handful of the creamy flesh, feeling the weight of her full breasts. "I bet her milk is so sweet and thick. Gonna slurp it right from the source."

he asked, his voice a low, intimate hum. Mila turned, looking up into the eyes of the man who had been her Glacier, her protector, her husband, and her best friend. "I’m looking at the story," she said. "The one we wrote together." Jax leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and full of the promise of a thousand more days just like this one. "The story isn't over, Mila," he whispered against her skin. "We’re just getting started."

She was already going insane as the pleasure hit her. "Mmm, fuck, your milk tastes like heaven, Kat... so sweet, gonna drain these gorgeous udders dry," he murmured against her skin, switching to the other nipple, teeth grazing the edge before sucking hard, milk flowing freely now, dribbling down his chin and onto her ribs. He kneaded the neglected globe, milking it manually, fingers pinching and tugging until streams arced into his waiting mouth. Her hands cradled his head, fingers threading through his hair, body undulating as waves of pleasure radiated from her chest to her core.

Cold and menacing. Then, at last he turned to Mila, not looking at me once and said, “I guess, I have you to thank for my dead father, little sister.” Little sister? I looked at Mila, who stared at him and then after a moment as if remembering something her eyes widened and a gasp left her lips. __ JEREMIAH's book is out!!! Now Released: TWISTED MARRIAGE- A DARK MMF MAFIA ROMANCE Check out my new books CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance and His Broken Princess.

She could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of his mouth milking her, the way he was choking down the milk as fast as she could give it. "Ah! God! Yes! Suck me dry, Sir! Choke on it!" she wailed, her fingers digging into his scalp, pulling his hair. He moved to the other side, his hands finally coming up to roughly knead the underside of her breasts, forcing more milk toward his mouth. He was manhandling her, his thumbs digging into the tender flesh, leaving red marks. "You’re so full," he muttered in a raspy voice. He pulled back for a second, a string of milk connecting his lips to her nipple. "I can smell you all over this room. It smells like sex and warm milk in here. Do you think they notice

Warm milk flowed freely, and he drank every drop, moaning around my flesh. He stayed latched for what felt like an eternity, alternating between long, deep pulls that drained me in heavy streams and rapid, fluttering sucks that made my nipple throb with overwhelming sensitivity. “Mmmph—fuck! Suck harder… they’re so full for you. Drink it all—ohhh!” I moaned loud and shamelessly, head thrown back, my voice echoing in the kitchen. My left breast, neglected, leaked in sympathy, thin white streams running down my belly and pooling on the table.