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It always felt good when he sucked her nipples, but this time it felt different, deeply satisfying in a way that she couldn’t understand. She moaned louder as she rode him, squeezing her naked thighs against his hard, smooth body as she moved up and down on his cock that felt so thick inside her she thought she’d still be stretched when the baby came.
“No, please, don’t stop,” she snorted when the Sheikh pulled his mouth away from her swollen nipples and reached up to pull her head down for a kiss on her open mouth. “Suck me like that again. Hard, Bilaal. Harder.”
He grinned and licked her lips quickly before lowering his head and taking the pert crest of her nipple into his mouth again, and the moment she tasted what he’d left on her lips, Irene knew what was different this time.
Oh, shit, I’m full of milk, she realized, instantly feeling the heaviness in her breasts as she rocked and rolled on his throbbing cock, riding him harder as ripples of ecstasy flowed through her from the way Bilaal was pinching and slapping her thighs and ass, bucking his hips into her with increasing force, lapping and licking at her breasts like an animal in heat.
“Ya Allah, you taste sweet like honey,” he growled as he went from one nipple to the other, flexing his cock inside her as she shuddered and looked down at him. “I want to eat you up, my love. All of you!”
She smiled and closed her eyes, feeling her pussy release a new round of wetness that dripped out of her, oozing down his shaft as it slid in and out of her slit. She could feel the base of his cock wet from her juices, and it aroused her beyond belief to know she must be dripping onto his heavy balls as he pounded and bucked up into her. She was starting to come, the orgasm rollicking towards her with a frantic buildup that was still slow in a way. Her mouth hurt from how hard she was smiling, and she thought back to her first pregnancy, when she was swollen with milk so bad it was painful and she had to squeeze out some of it just to relieve the pressure behind her throbbing nipples.
That’s why I feel so heavy and full, she thought as her eyelids fluttered open when she heard the Sheikh cry out in what seemed like gleeful surprise. And that’s why it feels so damn good to have him do this, to pinch me, suck me, milk me . . .
“Do I taste sweet?” she moaned as she saw her milk oozing from her left nipple as the Sheikh pinched her hard, pulling at the nipple as he sucked her other breast. “Like honey? Milk and honey?”
“My goddess,” he roared, slapping her breasts as the clean white milk flowed from her. He rammed his cock up hard into her before leaning forward and licking her fresh cream, and she gasped and dug her fingers into his hair as she came.
“Oh, God!” she screamed as that climax hit with the fury of the morning sun breaking through the last layers of mist. She was flowing from her breasts, her vagina, her mouth, even her nose, it seemed, rivers of ecstasy from every pore, and it really felt like she was exploding, erupting, leaving herself to join with the eternal mother, her pregnant body floating through milky-white clouds, accompanied by cherubs in robes of cream.
In the midst of all this the Sheikh came with a grunt and a bellow, biting her nipple as he ejaculated up into her, his torrent of white heat blasting into her even as her own white discharge flowed down her sticky breasts, her convulsing belly. She looked down at him and gasped to see her husband with her lactate all over his face and beard, on his chest and shoulders. She moaned and whimpered as she felt him release again, his powerful hips pushing up into her, his cock still so hard and thick inside her as it pumped out his milk, his semen already starting to flow out of her even as he pushed more into her.
Her own orgasm was still shaking her, and she shuddered and jerked on him as she rode it to the last, reveling in every one of what seemed like a million secondary orgasms, until finally she felt the Sheikh relax inside her and drop his arms to his side.
“Ya Allah, I do not know what happened,” he whispered, staring at her in awe as she finally stopped moving on him. He kissed her sticky breasts and grinned up at her, a weary, supremely satisfied smile. “But I do know that you are my queen, my goddess, and the mother of my children. Not to mention the bringer of orgasms that break me every time. I love you, Irene. By God, I love you.”
“I love you, Bilaal,” she whispered, slowly raising her left knee off the bed and sliding onto her side before crawling up and snuggling beside him, her pregnant belly safely nestled between them. “And what just happened is that the morning started with you accusing me of marrying you for your throne, and it’s ending with . . .” She frowned down at her breasts, which were raw and red from the way he’d been sucking and pinching them, but would feel better eventually, now that the pressure had been released. “It’s ending with . . .”
“Mommy, breakfast,” came the small voice from the other side of the door, and Irene almost died of shock until she realized that the bedroom door had swung shut on its own and Sage wasn’t tall enough to open it himself.
“It is ending with breakfast,” grunted the Sheikh, licking his lips and closing his eyes, grinning as a mortified Irene yanked on his sticky beard before reaching for a towel and her robe. “So go see to it, Mommy. The ruler of the family is at peace, and he needs a few hours to himself to recover for his next feeding.”
“You are sick,” she said, pushing his groping paws away from her breasts and stumbling out of bed and heading to the door. “We’re both going to hell. You know that, don’t you? We’re both going to hell.”
“I was going there anyway,” he grunted, leaning over and smacking her butt just before she got her nightgown all the way over her ass. “So I am in fact better off with you at my side.”
She laughed and reached for the door, but the Sheikh had gotten hold of her gown and was holding her back. She swatted at his grasp, but he pulled her close and lifted up her dress again.
“Where is it?” he said, pushing her buttocks apart and then smacking her again on her rump, harder this time. “It is to be worn at all waking hours.”
“Let me go. I need to—”
The Sheikh sighed, still holding her as he reached for the bedside table drawer. “No matter. It is time to move to the next size, anyway. Come. This has been waiting for you. Come.”
She slapped his hand away and went to the door, but just before opening it she stopped and took a long breath, her head leaning against the door. Then slowly she said, in the most nonchalant tone she could find: “Mommy will be there in a minute, Sage. Wait in the kitchen and think about what you want for breakfast, OK?”
Irene waited until she heard Sage scamper off, and then she turned, slowly, like a schoolgirl in trouble, a mommy in trouble, her face red, her eyes darting all over the place. Carefully she walked back to the Sheikh, her breathing heavy and labored by the time she got to the bed, turned around, and bent forward.
“Yes, Mommy will be there in a minute,” Daddy whispered from behind her as he gently pried her large asscheeks apart and circled her anus with his wet fingers until she was relaxed and ready. He fingered her slowly and lovingly, and with a gentle grunt to make sure she was ready, he carefully slid the second of the three plugs into her as she shuddered and her eyes went wide.
“Oh, God, Bilaal,” she whispered as he kissed her left buttcheek and then pulled her gown over the rounds of her ass. “This is so wrong.”
“Since we are going to hell anyway, we may as well enjoy the ride, my sweet queen. Besides, it is not for long,” he said as she gingerly walked to the door. “You will no longer need it soon.”
But before that time arrived, another deadline popped up, because the universe had other plans for this family. Plans that arrived almost a month early.