Chapter 389 - 389: You Want Another Baby? [18+]

Kyle's hand slid slowly from hers, trailing down her arm, over the curve of her hip, and dipped between her plump thighs.

The heat radiating from her core hit him first, thick and inviting. His fingers parted her soft folds, sinking right into the slick, drenched heat of her pussy.

Fuck hell, she was soaked already, her juices coating his fingers instantly showing how sexually starved she was, pulling him deeper with every inch.

He paused there, mesmerized by how easily she yielded, her inner walls clenching greedily around his probing fingers as if begging for more.

Who could blame her, this body of hers only wanted one man in her and he was in her bed right now.

Cassandra bit her lower lip hard, her body trembling under the sheets. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the urge to let out the moan building in her throat.

Everyone's asleep and part of her was ashamed to let them know she was making such noises, she reminded herself—Junior in the crib next door, Jane snoring softly down the hall, Jasmine tucked in safe, Ella probably out cold.

One sound, and it could all unravel. But Kyle... he didn't give a damn about caution.

He had heard how the three sounded when he was inside them so there was nothing new under the sun.

The way his thumb circled her swollen clit with deliberate pressure, flicking it lightly before pressing down, sending jolts of pleasure ripping through her.

"Shh, Cass," he whispered against her ear, his voice low and teasing, breath hot on her neck. "You don't want them hearing how wet you are for me, do you?"

She shook her head frantically, her hand flying up to cover her own mouth as a whimper escaped.

"Kyle... please... quiet," she hissed through her fingers, her hips bucking involuntarily against his hand. He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through her, and plunged two fingers deeper into her pussy, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot inside. Her walls fluttered around him, gushing more slickness that dripped down his palm.

It was like a water fountain, Kyle couldn't believe she was this wet to begin with but it must be her hormones were at an all time high.

He worked her relentlessly, his free hand roaming up her side, cupping one heavy breast through the sheer lace. Her nipple was rock-hard, poking insistently against the fabric. Kyle pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it until she arched her back, her thighs clamping around his wrist.

"Mmmph," she moaned into her palm, the sound muffled but desperate. He tugged the lace aside, exposing her full, swollen tit, the skin flushed and veined from her lactation.

Leaning in, Kyle latched his mouth onto her nipple, sucking hard. Warm, sweet milk flooded his tongue immediately, creamy and thick. He groaned against her flesh, swallowing greedily as he nursed, his fingers still pumping in and out of her sopping pussy. Cassandra's body jerked, her free hand tangling in his hair, pulling him closer even as she tried to push him away.

She was feeling everything at once.

"Oh god... Kyle... it's... ahh," she gasped, her voice a strained whisper. Milk leaked from her other nipple, soaking the lace, but he ignored it, focused on devouring this one, his tongue swirling around the areola while his teeth grazed the bud.

Kyle had gotten good at this, he was not as bad as whem he first started as he had the experience to back it up now.

He switched sides after a minute, yanking the other cup down and sucking that nipple into his mouth with the same fervor. More milk spurted out, filling his mouth as he gulped it down, the taste driving him wild. His cock throbbed painfully against her thigh, hard and leaking precum, but he held back, teasing her body like it was his personal playground. Fingers scissored inside her, stretching her pussy, thumb grinding her clit in firm circles. Cassandra's breaths came in ragged pants, her toes curling into the sheets.

"Fuck... don't stop... but quiet... please," she begged, her words breaking into a soft whine. Cassandra could feel the orgasm building up, this was nothing compared to when she played with herself.

Kyle released her nipple with a wet pop, a thin trail of milk dribbling down his chin.

"You love it, don't you? Being my little slut in the dark," he murmured, nipping at her collarbone before latching back on, sucking harder. She bucked wildly now, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers, so close to the edge.

"Kyle! I'm... mmmph!" Her moan was louder this time, and she clamped both hands over her mouth, tears pricking her eyes from the effort to stay silent. It was a lot harder to stay quiet when all your body wanted to do was moan.

He pulled his fingers free with a slick sound, bringing them to her lips.

"Taste yourself," he commanded softly. She obeyed, sucking his fingers clean, her tongue swirling around them as her eyes locked on his in the dim light. The flavor of her juicws mixed with his saliva made her even wetter, her pussy aching emptily now. Kyle shifted behind her, pressing his body flush against hers, his rigid cock nestling between her thighs.

Cassandra turned to her side suddenly, desperate to catch her breath, her chest heaving. She was utterly soaked—her thighs slick, pussy throbbing, clit pulsing with need. But before she could recover, she felt the blunt head of Kyle's cock rubbing along her slit. He dragged it up and down, coating himself in her juices, the thick shaft brushing directly against her clit with each pass. Sparks exploded behind her eyelids; it was too much, too perfect. A few more thrusts like that, and she'd shatter, cumming hard all over his cock without him even entering her.

Cassandra was already so sensitive that it made staying cool near impossible.

"You feel that?" Kyle growled in her ear, his hand gripping her hip. "How bad you want this cock?" Kyle teased her.

He knew he had to take his time to satisfy every inch of this body which was child's play thanks to his heightened libido.

"Yes... fuck, yes," she whispered back, her voice trembling. Unable to resist, she pushed her hips back, seeking more friction. But the angle was perfect—too perfect. His entire shaft slipped inside her in one smooth glide, stretching her pussy wide around his girth. He bottomed out, balls pressing against her ass, filling her completely.

Cassandra nearly screamed in pleasure, the sudden fullness overwhelming. Her walls clamped down on him like a vice, milking his cock as ecstasy ripped through her. Kyle's hand shot up instantly, clamping firmly over her mouth, his palm muffling the cry into a desperate,

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" She bucked against him, stars bursting in her vision, but he held her steady, his other arm wrapping around her waist.

"That's it, take it all," he breathed, starting to fuck her slow and hard from behind in that spooning position. Each thrust was deliberate—pulling out almost to the tip, then slamming back in deep, his hips grinding against her ass. Her pussy was so fucking wet, the obscene squelching sounds filling the quiet room, juices dripping down her thighs onto the sheets. He kept his hand over her mouth, feeling her hot breaths and muffled moans against his skin.

"Moan for me, Cass. Let me hear how good my cock feels."

She writhed in his grip, nodding frantically, her body on fire. "Mmm... harder... oh fuck," she managed around his fingers, the words garbled but clear enough. He obliged, picking up the pace just a fraction, pounding into her with controlled power, his cockhead battering her cervix on every deep plunge. Milk still leaked from her breasts, smearing between them as she clutched the sheets.

Kyle's free hand slid down to her clit, rubbing it in tight circles while he rutted into her. "You're gonna cum on this cock, aren't you? Milk it dry," he teased, his voice rough with lust. Cassandra's body tensed, her pussy fluttering wildly around him.

"Yes! Kyle... I'm cumming... ahhh!" Her orgasm crashed over her, waves of pleasure making her convulse, soaking his balls as she squirted around his thrusting shaft.

He didn't stop, fucking her through it, drawing out every spasm.

"Good girl... fuck, so tight," he groaned, his own release building. A few more brutal thrusts—slow, hard,—and he buried himself to the hilt, cumming deep inside her. Thick ropes of hot cum flooded her pussy, painting her walls white, overflowing and trickling out around his cock as he pulsed within her.

They stayed locked together, panting in the aftermath, his hand finally slipping from her mouth. Cassandra turned her head, capturing his lips in a sloppy, breathless kiss. "That was... insane," she whispered, a satisfied smile curving her lips despite the risk.

Kyle nuzzled her neck, still semi-hard inside her. "And we are just getting started..."