Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 10258 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10258 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
“Morning, baby girl,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, sending a thrill through me. His dark eyes lingering on my chest. “Mmm,” he hummed. “You’re leaking for me.”
“I know,” I murmured, stepping closer to him. “They’re sore. Help ease me, Uncle Brooks.”
His gaze was intense as he reached out to cup one of my breasts through the fabric. His hand was big and warm, and the touch sent a jolt of heat straight to my pussy.
“I’ll take care of you,” he said, his voice thick with arousal, his cock straining against the material of his pants.
When he wanted milk, mine was the only one he drank now, and the thought made me needy. It was intimate and primal.
I knew the routine. He’d ease my tits first then take me out to the machines. That’s where he really got off on it all. And I did, too.
I leaned against the counter and let him push my shirt up. He was on my breast seconds later, his lips latched around my areola and nipple as he sucked. His auctions were fierce, and I moaned, my pussy creaming as he slid a hand between my thighs and rubbed me through my shorts.
I felt my milk letdown, a tingling and almost uncomfortable sensation, but he kept drinking from my breast and rubbing my pussy that it all morphed into pleasure.
When he drained both breasts enough, they didn’t hurt so badly. He pulled back, and I looked down to see my nipples elongated, wet, and a deeper red color from the suction of his mouth. It was obscene and made my pussy clench.
He took my hand and led me to the barn.
The milking machine was already set up, the familiar hum of it filling the air. My nipples tingled at the sight, the anticipation twisting low in my belly.
“Sit,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. I obeyed, settling onto the stool he’d positioned in front of the machine, now eye-level with his raging hard-on that tented his pants. Wasting no time, Uncle toed his boots off and kicked his pants and boxers off, standing in front of me totally naked.
I was already removing my shirt and setting it aside, the cool air hitting my exposed breasts. His breath hitched, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of them—swollen, leaking, and entirely his.
“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He knelt and leaned in, his lips brushing against the curve of my breast before his mouth closed over one nipple.
I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair as he suckled deeply, the pull sending a sharp jolt of pleasure and more relief through me.
I smoothed my hands down his back and grabbed the muscular globes of his ass, massaging them, squeezing them. Caught up the sensation of Uncle Brooks drinking from my breast, I let go of one of his ass cheeks and cupped my other engorged breast. Pinching my nipple with my thumb and forefinger.
I milked myself, coating my fingers until they were dripping with the sticky, sweet fluid. I ran my hand back down through Uncle’s crack, circling a milky fingertip around his tight hole. Pressing in with a firm but gentle touch, I slipped it through the ring of muscle and wiggled it around, causing my uncle to momentarily stop his sucking.
Then I proceeded to pump my digit back and forth into his asshole, fucking him with my milk-coated finger, his ass trying to suck it deeper and deeper inside. A long, tortured moan vibrated around my tit followed by a hard bite to my sensitive, rock-hard nipple.
Uncle Brooks jumped into overdrive and drank greedily and roughly from me, his lips and tongue working my nipple until I was a trembling mess. I felt milk spilling down my chest and trail to my stomach.
When he released my tit and pulled back, my finger popped from his asshole. He groaned, “Delicious, you naughty, naughty girl.”
I had little time to catch my breath before he was attaching the suction cup to my tit, the cold silicone making me shiver before the machine started up. The rhythmic pull started instantly, coaxing milk from my breast.
He repeated the process on the other side.
As the machine worked, Uncle Brooks stood, his gaze fixed on me, his cock straining. His shirtless chest glistened with sweat, his muscles taut as he watched me feed the machine.
There was something in his eyes—something dark, possessive, and utterly consuming. And it was all for me.
“You’re mine, Dolly,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, the words sending a shiver down my spine. “Completely mine. I love you.”
I felt warmth spread through me. “Yes. Yes, I am, Uncle Brooks.” And I was. “I love you, too.”
And I did. Every part of me did completely and forever.
The End.