Divine Milking System

Chapter 288 | Until Every Collar Fits

Divine Milking System

Chapter 288 | Until Every Collar Fits

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I started moving.

Not the careful pace I used with Naomi, not the teasing rhythm Aurora demanded so she could control the experience. This was Addison’s pace, hard and deep and just shy of punishing, each stroke bottoming out with enough force that her body jolted up the mattress and the headboard cracked against the brick wall behind it. The thigh-highs gripped my sides with every thrust, the elastic bands biting into her skin where her muscles flexed and released.

Addison took everything I gave her and asked for more through the pressure of her heels in my back and the way her hips rose to meet me on every downstroke. Her body had abandoned all pretense of composure, her stomach clenching and releasing in visible contractions, her breasts bouncing with each impact as milk sprayed in thin arcs that hit my chest and her own chin and the pillows and everything within a two-foot radius.

I squeezed her throat. Not enough to block air completely but enough to restrict the flow, enough to make each breath a conscious effort that she had to earn.

The sound she made was worth every risk I’d taken to get here.

Low and guttural and vibrating against my palm, a sound that came from somewhere below her diaphragm and traveled up through her compressed windpipe until it emerged as a distorted moan that didn’t sound quite human. Her inner walls clamped around me so hard that I had to pause mid-stroke, my own body freezing as the pressure nearly tipped me over an edge I was not ready to fall off yet.

"Harder." The word barely made it past my grip. "Choke me harder."

I tightened my hand. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Her face flushed deep red beneath the ruined makeup, her eyes going glassy and unfocused as oxygen decreased and sensation multiplied. Every nerve in her body was amplified by the restriction, every thrust landing with twice the impact because her brain was swimming in that perfect space between too much air and not enough.

I dropped my mouth to her collarbone and bit down.

Not gently. Not the kind of love bite that fades in an hour. I sank my teeth into the meat of her shoulder and sucked hard enough to burst capillaries, marking her with a bruise that would take days to disappear even with her Silver-rank regeneration. The pain and the choking and the fullness converged in her nervous system and Euphoric Feedback caught all three inputs and braided them into a single overwhelming signal that traveled from her throat to her core in a lightning strike.

Addison’s body convulsed beneath me.

Her back arched so hard her weight was supported only by the back of her head and her heels locked behind my waist, her entire body forming a bridge while her inner muscles seized in contractions so powerful I could count each individual pulse around me. Milk erupted from both breasts in simultaneous jets that hit the underside of my jaw and ran down my neck in warm streams. Her squirt soaked the space between us, drenching my lower stomach and the sheets and the last surviving dry patch of her stockings.

But she was silent again.

That same impossible silence from her second orgasm, where the sensation was too enormous to become sound and instead folded inward, her mouth wide open and her eyes squeezed shut and every muscle in her body locked at maximum tension while the orgasm rolled through her in waves that I could feel through my entire body where we connected.

I released her throat.

Air flooded back in and the orgasm that had been trapped beneath the restriction exploded outward. Addison screamed my name so loud that the candles on the far wall guttered and died, her voice cracking and breaking as the sound tore itself apart in her throat. Her legs tightened around me with crushing force, heels digging into the base of my spine as her body pulled me as deep as physically possible and held me there.

"Stay," she gasped between convulsions. "Stay stay stay don’t pull out don’t you dare"

I had exactly zero intention of going anywhere.

Her orgasm was doing things to me that Naomi’s sweetness and Belle’s tightness and Aurora’s control had never quite achieved. Something about the raw force of Addison’s body gripping me, the milk running between us, the scratch marks on my back burning in parallel lines, the bite marks I was leaving on her shoulder as I worked my mouth from the first bruise to a fresh spot on her neck.

I bit her again. Just below her ear, in the soft hollow where her jaw met her neck, and she shuddered so hard her teeth clattered together.

"More," she managed. "Mark me everywhere. I want them to see. I want everyone to know."

I sucked a bruise into the side of her throat that would be visible above any collar she owned. Another one on the curve of her breast where it swelled above the edge of where a bra would sit. A third on the inside of her wrist where she’d feel it every time she manifested a scythe handle.

Each mark pulled a different sound from her. Small, broken noises that were nothing like the screams or the profanity, private sounds that I suspected no one had ever heard from Addison Baxter before, sounds that belonged only to candlelight and dark sheets and the boy who had somehow convinced the scariest girl at the academy to let him see her with all the armor off.

I started moving again.

Addison’s third orgasm had barely faded and she was already climbing toward something else, her oversensitized body responding to every stroke with tremors that ran from her core through her legs and up her spine. Her inner walls had given up on anything resembling a resting state and instead maintained a constant rolling squeeze that was dragging me toward the finish line faster than I wanted.

I sat back, pulling her hips with me until she was in my lap, her body weight driving her down onto me as gravity did what my strength couldn’t. The angle change hit something inside her that made her whole body jerk, and she grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me so hard our teeth clicked together.

"I’m close," I said against her mouth.

"Inside me." No hesitation. No conditions. "You finish inside me or I’ll never forgive you."

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