Milkman X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

Anna certainly didn't see it, but Mila could clearly see a smile tugging at the corners of the man's lips as he carefully turned each page of the old book. "I have my own way of persuading him. You don't have to worry about me,” Anna said lightly and tilted her head, just at the same time the look in the man's eyes changed as he looked back at Anna. “Then, what are you going to do with this book?” Mila couldn't hear what the man's answer was because after that her surroundings changed again. Now, the sun was no longer shining and she was standing on the bridge connecting the east and north towers.

Please stay with me ❤️ About the repeated chapters from 69-77 had been edited with the right content. It was a technical issue. You can search my page on f b J. Romanzoo-Dark Romance Author, to contact easily. The following is the FREE chapter as a sincere apology from the bottom of my heart. ************ Luca My earlier question was answered right away when the front door swung open and Mila walked inside as if she were a queen, her arm linked with a young man’s, while his hand rested on her waist.

Quickly realizing I was ogling the man, my eyes jerked up from where they'd been taking a leisurely stroll over the bulge beneath his jeans. However, I suddenly found myself sucking in a harsh breath, and taking a small step back when the man under my perusal murmured sarcastically, "So… This is your bitch, Rook?"

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.

"Macho men are the easiest to tame. They are mostly in control of everything, so when one thing escapes their control, they want to figure it out." She shrugs. "So, a one-night stand was enough for you to make him want to ‘figure you out’?" "Well, it depends on the sex." She smiles and pulls out a vial from her bag. "I like my men buff, with nice mummy milkers." "'Mummy milkers?'" I repeat—that’s not a term you hear every day. "You know, pecs." "Then just say that!" "Nope, you'll understand when you use this on your Alpha; they are mummy milkers. I wanna trademark that, but I’ll probably forget everything by tomorrow."

“Fuck… look at that. Your tits are already leaking for me. Such a good little breeder. Your body knows exactly who it belongs to.” He leaned down and sucked the nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while he sucked hard. Milk flowed into his mouth and he groaned deeply, the sound vibrating straight to my core. I whimpered again, my hands flying to his shoulders, fingers digging in as pleasure shot through me. “Dax… oh God…” He pulled back just enough to speak, milk still glistening on his lips. “You taste so fucking sweet. I could drink from these tits every day and never get enough. Imagine me waking you up like this...sucking on your swollen nipples while my cock

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.