Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Then those warm, slick hands of hers clasp my cock.
I suck in a breath at the sensation and manage to keep my control. Just barely. Nothing has ever felt so good. Even when I touch myself, it doesn’t compare to her slippery grip. Intense pleasure ripples over my body as she strokes my cock, getting it lubricated. I don’t see how anything can possibly be better than this—
“How are you feeling?” She leans in and nips at my jaw even as she works my cock.
Am…am I supposed to be capable of answering? Is my brain supposed to be functioning? Because it is not. I can’t think of anything except for her touch, of the delicious skate of her fingers over my skin. Of her mouth, teasing against mine. “I…I…”
“Feeling good?” she asks again.
I manage a gasp.
“I’m gonna need you to answer, Aithar,” Michaela whispers against my skin. Her mouth glides over mine again, even as her hands tease along my shaft. “Because this is just the first part. We can stop here if you want, but I’d like to keep going.”
Oh, kef. “There is more than this?”
Michaela giggles, giving my cock a light squeeze before stroking down the shaft. “This is just the warm-up, babe.”
“I might die if it gets better than this,” I admit. “This exceeds my wildest dreams. You exceed my wildest dreams.”
“You’re sweet to say that,” she replies and kisses me again. “Now this next part is going to be a lot. But you’ll hold on through it because I need you to, all right?”
As if there is any choice? She owns me in body and soul. If she asked me to remove my own arm, I would start chewing on it right now. “I can manage.”
“Good. I’m going to get up again, but I’ll be right back.” She gives me another kiss full of promise. “I hope you’re having as much fun as I am.”
“I might be having so much fun that things will be over swiftly,” I call out behind her, and love that she laughs aloud at my response. It’s nice to be myself and not have to temper my eagerness for fear of being “too much” for the female I am trying to impress. Michaela knows that I am eager and enthusiastic and she has not seemed bothered by it. Rather, she’s expecting it from me.
It’s just one more reason that I am now completely and utterly devoted to her.
She crosses to the far side of the living room this time, and when she returns, she holds a metal object that it takes me a moment to recognize. I should have known it immediately—she trapped my finger in it. It’s one of the auto-milkers she uses for her dairy-stock. I must admit, at the sight of it and her intense expression, I’m a little disappointed. “You want to trap my fingers again?”
“Not your fingers.” Michaela teases the rounded end of it down my chest. “Think…lower.”
Oh.
OH.
Kef me. “You want to put that…on my cock?”
“I do. I saw how you looked at it.” She traces circles on my thigh with the end.
“How—how did I look at it?” I can’t recall, can’t think straight. I just remember that it sucked on my fingers, working them…and my sac tightens in response, a dribble of precum sliding down the head of my cock.
“Like you wanted to see what it’d feel like on your cock.”
“We can do that?”
“Only if you want to.” Her eyes gleam with excitement. “Do you?”
“Only if you want to.”
She taps the head of my cock with the milker. “Now that is a very good answer. Lucky for you, I do. Are you ready?”
I’m not sure that I’ll ever be prepared for such a thing, but I’m also wildly curious at this point. I nod.
Michaela taps a button on the side of it and the milker expands, a curved panel extending to add width to it. She climbs back onto my lap and faces me, and we both watch as she carefully fits the metal-and-plas sleeve over my cock. It’s a bit loose with the new expansion, but when she activates it, the milker shrinks down to fit itself snug around my cock.
And then it begins to work. It pumps my cock, trying to milk it like one of the animals in the barn, sucking and moving and—
The breath explodes from my body. Sensation whirls through me and I barely manage to hold on to the arms of the chair as a climax flares through my system. I make a choked sound, but Michaela is right there, kissing me on the mouth, her lips hungry as she rocks against me and the milker works my cock with smooth, measured, sucking motions.
I come.
And I come again.
I’m almost certain I come a third time in quick succession. And all the while, Michaela is right there, cupping my face and touching my chest and telling me how much she loves this and how sexy she finds me. By the time she turns the milker off and pulls my cock free, there’s a puddle in my lap and I’m in a daze, my vision edged with black. I take deep, sucking breaths, utterly exhausted…and I’ve never felt better.