Milkman X Reader Novels & Stories

Miller suddenly realized the horrific direction our thoughts had all probably gone to. He glanced at my deadly pale face and stammered frantically, "I-I mean... woah! Lewis, that's crazy! But... I mean, obviously, like... things are totally different now, right? I mean Knox is with... Know already has someone... haha..." Miller trailed off, wincing at his own stupidity. Why the hell hadn't I run away with Jax instead of Miller? Jax at least had enough emotional intelligence to know when to shut up.

Chapter thirteen Elio's POV I stepped back slowly, zipping up without a sound. This boy. This reckless, loud-mouthed hacker who should’ve been terrified, who was terrified yesterday, just let me use his mouth like it belonged to me. Taking my cock like he’d been waiting for it. I stood there, my breath shallow, watching how his eyes were glossy, his face flushed, and mouth still parted like he wasn’t done. Like he wanted more. He knelt there on the cold tile, chest heaving.There was a wet spot on the front of his brief indicating that he hadn’t touched himself. Good.

They traded. Marcus bent low over her shoulder, taking the left nipple from Daniel’s mouth with a wet transfer. His tongue swirled once before he sucked—harder than Daniel, more insistent. Milk jetted into his throat; he swallowed with audible gulps. Daniel claimed the right, hands sliding up to hold her steady by the ribs while Marcus’s free hand roamed lower, tracing the slick trail of milk down her stomach. Emily rocked subtly on Daniel’s lap, feeling the thick ridge of his erection pressing up through his pants against her bare folds.

“What information? Access to bank accounts? Security measures? Codes into his residence?” “Well…no.” “Then what?” he asked, laughing slightly. “What valuable information do you have?” In that moment, I understood I knew nothing. The man was a quiet enigma who hardly spoke. His thoughts were a mystery. The only part of him I was acquainted with was his dick. I knew that pretty well. Damien looked away and sipped his wine. “You have nothing to offer.” “You’re giving me nothing to work with.” “You have a pussy, don’t you? Look at you. How hard is it to get this guy pussy-whipped?”

My heart was racing, fast. And slowly everything started making sense to me now. He was always with him. He never touched me Never found me sexually attractive. Everything was slowly making sense and I was shaking. So... the rumors.. weren't rumors, they were true! They were actually true!!! Charlie Hearth is Gay and not only is he gay.... he is fucked Mason Grey. What the hell.

His eyes darkened the moment he saw me strapped to the bench, milk already beading and dripping from my thick brown nipples. “Beautiful,” he murmured, voice low and hungry. “They told me you were a heavy producer. Let’s see how much you can give me today.” He removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, revealing strong forearms. Without another word, he leaned down and sealed his mouth around my left nipple. The sudden wet heat after the mechanical suction made me gasp. He sucked hard, drawing a powerful spray of milk straight onto his tongue. I moaned loudly as he drank greedily, his throat working as he swallowed my warm, sweet milk.

Ignoring her, I repeated my rejection, “ I, Jaxon, Beta of the Silentmane Canines Pack, reject you, Lilliana-” Before I could finish, I felt a force hitting my chest, and I spat out a mouthful of blood before I fell unconscious.

he cried “Okay, son! She exhale and squeezed her saggy breast into his mouth while he sucked like a young calf. Wait, is there it all something in the breast? because I can hear him gurgle like some liquid is pouring into his mouth. Is that… milk? what the fuck is even going on here? The mother witch pulled her breast from his mouth and I could see milk spilled all over Damien's mouth. Damien wiped the milk off with his palm and took the same palm down Motherwitch's clit, he then began to massage her while his other hand was on her waist as she jerked on his cock

Elara's POV I’m in bed in my room at home, the TV serving as background noise while I read the book Victor had lent me. I was so immersed in the story, I was in the chapter where the mmc is going down on her. The way he describes her pussy, how much he loves her taste surprisingly is making all turned on and wet. I'm breathing harder as I took in the words and turned page after page, that I didn’t even register my bedroom door opening until my grandmother’s voice cut through the silence.

“Gonna come… inside you… fill this married cúnt…” I clenched again. Milked him. “Do it,” I begged. “Come… give it to me…” He roared low. Buried deep. Cóck pulsed. Hot spurts flooded me. Thick. Endless. He kept thrusting shallow. I drew it out. Drained every drop. Milk still leaked from my nípples. Mixed with sweat. Cúm. Sin. He slumped over me. Breath ragged. My mouth brushed my ear. “Sweet, sweet milk,” he murmured. “All mine now.”