Milkman X Reader Novels & Stories

With hands as fast as darts, I swap for the other two teats. He notices my change, and makes to switch himself. But as he does, his finger slips down the pink flesh, wrapping too tightly. Bessie’s deep moo booms inside her trough as she sways, knocking against Damien, causing his other hand to rotate, angling in all the wrong directions before— Milk shoots directly into his face. I gasp. My hands fly to my lips, but I stop before they make contact, careful not to touch myself. Silence encroaches the space between us, and we stare into each other's eyes as the milk dribbles, forming river-like patterns all the way down his porcelain features, exiting off his chin.

“Hearing you beg already. Look at you, little moon ...standing here naked and dripping for your father-in-law while my son is miles away. Does it feel good knowing how wrong this is? Does it make that pretty pussy clench even harder?” His hand finally moved, sliding slowly up my body until his fingers hovered just over my aching nipple. I held my breath, anticipation making my skin tingle. Then he pinched it, hard enough to make me whimper, and a thin stream of milk leaked out, warm and wet against his fingers. Dax’s eyes flashed brighter. “Fuck… look at that. Your tits are already leaking for me. Such a good little breeder. Your body knows exactly who it belongs to.”

I circle once, slowly, just like he likes. I type with one thumb, awkward, trembling. “This is wrong,” and I stupidly hit send. The reply is instant. He was waiting. “Wrong feels so fucking good on you, doesn’t it? Legs apart wider. Circle that clit. Describe the ache. No coming. Not until I say.” I hate him. I hate how my knees bend wider on command, how the rough stone scrapes my shoulder blades as I lean back. I hate how wet I get just reading his orders.

Dana asked, a playful glint in her eyes as she grabbed the milk by her side. Marcus felt himself throb, his eyes darkening as he locked the door and closed the blinds behind him. “You have been waiting all day for this, haven’t you?” he murmured, closing the gap between them. Dana smirked, placing a finger against his lips. “Maybe.” He grabbed the back of her hair, pulling off her top and tossing it aside. His eyes darkened when he saw she wasn’t putting on any bra. He took the milk from her and poured some on her boobs, his dick twitching.

I crawl beside her, my mouth latching onto her nipple, biting through the lace till she yelps, her back arching, her ribcage straining against her skin. Malachi tears her bra off, the clasp snapping, his tongue swirling over her other tit, sucking so hard her nipple turns purple, a faint bruise forming. Her chest heaves, sweat pooling between her breasts, her pussy dripping onto the blanket, leaving a dark, wet stain. Jaxon grips his cock, the fat head nudging her sopping cunt, the tip catching on her stretched lips. “Ready, baby?” he rasps, voice strained, his tip already shiny with her juices, a bead of her arousal hanging from his cock.

the man at my chest muttered, licking the milk from his lips before attaching his mouth to me again, drinking greedily. More milk leaked out of my breasts. “She’s fucking dripping everywhere,” the bald man grunted, pumping his cock deeper into my throat. I gagged, tears springing to my eyes, but my hands, which had been pushing weakly at his hips, now clutched at them.

“I won’t but from now on, every night Dad is gone, these tits belong to me. Starting right now.” He dropped to his knees on the cold tile. His strong hands gripped my hips, and his hot mouth closed over my aching nipple. The first deep suck tore a broken, filthy moan from my throat. Warm milk gushed into his mouth. I felt the painful pressure ease as he drank greedily, swallowing in loud, wet gulps. His tongue swirled while his free hand kneaded my other breast, forcing more milk to spray out in thin white streams down my ribs and belly. I clutched the counter, my head falling back against the mirror. “Oh God… Ethan… this is so wrong… so fucking wrong…”

Your turn, trouble. She laughed under her breath — quiet enough that the old man didn’t look up from his newspaper. Ella: Black with oat milk, no sugar. Judge away, gym rat. His reply came in under thirty seconds. Jax: Oat milk warrior. Respect. I’m a cold brew black kinda guy. We might survive each other. What’s your name? Ella: Ella. Yours? Jax: Jax. Nice to meet you, Ella with the dangerous smile in your pics.

My dick is controlling my mind now as I bite down onto his skin again and suck harshly to make him groan. "Master please! It feels so good!" Mason says breathlessly as his back arches off the bed. I realise I'm also stimulating his dick as I thrust into him because my body is so close to his and I smile at the thought. "Such a slut," I say in between heavy breaths. My legs and abs starts to ache from the strain so I slow down and pull out, rolling over so Mason can ride me. Mason kneels up on shaky legs and I hold onto his hips to guide him over my hard dick. He slowly lowers himself down until I'm fully inside him again and put his hands on my chest.

The action does not require much force as her violet eyes settle back on him quickly again. "No, he is the ex-alpha of the autumn pack, living with his best friend in the human world, driving a beat-up car and working as a personal trainer in a human gym…" Arden can see something in Mila’s violet depths before it fades to nothing again. "... That is right, isn’t it Jax? Am I missing anything?"