Milkman X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dragonman, Dragonman, Between thee and thine, Share me that glimpse of love Greater than mine. Anne McCaffrey A crooked smile curved Mikhail's lips, and it made him that much sexier. He stood there in nothing but unbuttoned jeans, showing the dark trail of hair from his navel leading down to his waist. The indentions of his hips made her mouth run dry. She was thirsty for a taste of him.

Liam walked towards Anna and stood behind her, his shadow now enveloping hers. Anna Hamilton’s heartbeat got faster, and her hands were wet. “The…. milk has been heated, please… drink it when it is still warm.” “I don’t drink cow’s milk.” “Then… what kind of milk do you drink?” Anna Hamilton was searching the refrigerator and she heard him reply, “Yours.” “...” Anna Hamilton felt like she was engulfed in fire and her face was as red as a ripened apple “I… erm… can finish the milk. If not, it will go to waste haha.”

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.

“It's not cold. I'm just refreshing my—hey!” Hunter pulled her waist and she crashes into his body. She can't help but to gulp. Hunter is ripped, from his biceps and triceps that are fucking visible even with a shirt on. She looks up at him and found him looking at her, too. “I want to drink milk,” he murmured in a hoarse voice. The cold wind blow and she almost shiver. “I-I'll make you one.” “No.” His intense gaze remained on hers and she knows that any moment, her knees would literally lose their strength. “This will do.”

"...Is that an omega scent I perceive?" Miller immediately burst out laughing. "No fucking way. You brought an Omega here?" Knox's entire body stiffened. "There's nobody here." "Oh, bullshit," Jax said, still laughing now. "The room reeks of omega." "Holy shit," Miller wheezed. "You actually ditched class and we, your friends to hook up with someone?" Knox crossed his arms tightly. "Get out." "Wait." Miller's grin widened suddenly. "Was it really an omega here?"