The Hockey player's submissive professor
I leaned in and took one leaking nipple into my mouth, sucked hard, and groaned like a dying man when warm, sweet milk flooded my tongue.
Fuck.
Nothing on earth tasted like this (like her, like us, like the life we made).
She cried out, hips jerking, trying to grind against nothing.
I drank from her greedily, switching sides, swallowing every drop she gave me while my hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks. Milk spilled down my chin, down her stomach, pooling between her thighs.
When both breasts were softer, less swollen, I pulled back just enough to look at her (eyes glassy, lips parted, chest heaving).