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“You want to milk me?” The words come out squeaky, and a rush of arousal leaks out of my pussy. Why does the thought turn me on? Surely I’ve misunderstood. “You mean like put me on my hands and knees and squeeze the milk out of me?”

My husband flicks his tongue over the bud. “That could be fun sometimes, if it turns you on, but most of the time, I’ll use an electric pump. Faster, easier, probably less uncomfortable. Seems like it would take a while to get your breasts drained the old-fashioned way.”

My jaw drops, and then I squirm. He’s not laughing. “I, uh, if I need to pump, I can manage it on my own.”

He switches to tormenting my other nipple. “I’m sure you could. The directions are most likely in English. But taking care of your breasts and teats—” he pinches one “—falls under bedroom activity. I think I’ll play my Dom card regarding milking.”

My head is spinning, partly because what he’s suggesting is so far past kinky it’s not even funny. But the other reason I’m dizzy is that the idea of letting him milk me is turning me the fuck on.

“Did you just call my nipples teats?”

He grins. “Is that what’s making you pant, baby?” He suckles one and releases it with a pop before cupping my breasts. “What do you call heavy breasts that are filled with milk, princess?”

I swallow. My face heats as I stare at him.

“Tell me, baby. Say it.”

My boobs feel so heavy, I think if I glance down, I’ll find them larger than they were a minute ago from all this talk of milking me.

Adrian languidly rolls my nipples between his fingers. “Teats hang at the end of what, Blair?”

Licking my lips, I finally murmur, “Udders.” I nearly come then and there. My pussy is pulsing. My legs are spread wide, and nothing is covering my naked, exposed sex. He’s not even touching me there, yet I feel like I’m close to orgasm.

“Mmm,” he mumbles against my chest. “My wife is so fucking turned on by the idea of being milked that she’s about to self-combust.”

I moan.

Adrian slides down my body, pushes my knees wider, and stares at my soaking wet pussy. “Everything is swollen and red and throbbing down here, baby. I don’t think that’s from us having sex earlier. I think it’s because you’re desperate for me to thrust my bare cock into you again so we can make our first baby. The thought of me worshipping your growing body turns you on. You can picture yourself on your hands and knees while I hook a pump up to your teats and drain them, can’t you, baby?”

A long whimper escapes me. He’s so filthy, and I love it.

“You want that, don’t you, princess? You want me to fill you with my seed so that you’re even more mine than the ring on your finger indicates.”

“Yes…” I whisper, unable to deny what he’s saying.

And then his mouth is on me, drawing my clit in as if he can milk it, too.

I cry out. My man really likes to eat me. It’s not something I ever imagined from a life partner. Nothing about him is what I anticipated. But then again, I left my family and the company business because what I expected out of life was so boring that it terrified me.

Nothing about life with Adrian is boring.

My eyes roll back as I come against my husband’s mouth right before he stands, drags me closer to the edge of the table, and thrusts into me. I don’t even know when he lowered his shorts. I don’t care.

I grip the smooth surface with my fingertips at my sides, but I’m sweating, and it’s slippery. Adrian has a hold of my hips, though, so no traction is needed.

Holy Mother of God… This man rocks my world. I had no idea sex could ever feel this good. I ran away from my life and hoped to one day find a love connection that wasn’t sterile like whatever was expected of me with William. But this…

This is out of the stratosphere.

Adrian leans closer and scrapes his teeth over one of my nipples. His position causes the base of his cock to rub against my clit, and I come a second time. How many is that today? How many times have I orgasmed in the last twenty-four hours? A lot.

“That’s it, baby. Milk my cock. You’ll milk my cock, and I’ll milk your udders, princess.” He groans as he thrusts his hips over and over until he finally cries out, the primal sound filling the cabin with his release.

I’m one very lucky woman.

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Adrian