Free Diamonds in Cream by Elsa Silk Page A

coat fall open. I’d never been to the Silk Club. I wasn’t
sure I wanted to go, but the thrill of the taboo had taken hold and wouldn’t
let go.
    “You smell heavenly,” the stranger said. I still hadn’t
gotten a look at him.
    “Your name is Devin isn’t it?” Urges delicious and hot
brought a question to my lips that I knew would change my life. Deep in my gut,
the conviction and fear nearly made be balk, but fate propelled me forward.
That and a driving need for sex. This would put it all out there and he’d take
it. Something about the set of his long body in this expensive car, the
confidence radiating off him, told me. “Do you like milk?”
    A blush heated my cheeks. Scalding heat ran through me and
my pussy pulsed. I held my breath.
    Sure enough, his tight reply only made me want to push him,
see how far he’d go.
    “I do.”
    “Everybody likes milk.” I babbled a bit, rushing into the
breach. But I couldn’t stop what was about to happen. Neither could he. “I’m
really in need here. You seem like a man who’d help someone in pain.”
    “Never doubt I’m there for whatever you need.”
    “Good,” I rushed out. My fingers fumbled at my barely closed
shirt and I drew it aside, revealing the tiny scrap of bra that did nothing to
keep my tits from bounding out. Soft pale skin shone in the passing street
lights. My large areolas darkened, tightened. I ran my fingers along the lace,
sliding it down as I teased my naked flesh. Catching at my long, hard nipples,
I gave a tug. I tingled as my milk let down.
    The internal tugging radiated from my chest. I gasped. Lust
had never hit me the same time as engorgement. The extreme passion was so
titillating I couldn’t think. I just needed. I panted. “Suckle me. It’s too
much.”
    Devin groaned and slid over. A bit embarrassed and unable to
meet his eyes, I jerked my chin up to give him access. And I didn’t want to see
him. Not yet. What if he wasn’t what I wanted? What if he turned me off when I
was so past the point of pulling back? I stared forward toward the glass
separator. My mouth fell open with a hot exhale. The chauffeur had slid the
partition open just wide enough to see his rearview mirror. In the glinting
reflection, his eyes blazed. The driver’s attention flicked back and forth,
from the road, to me. My pussy throbbed, hollow and aching.
    “Oh fuck.” The ragged curse sent me higher. Then a mouth
latched onto my nipple and tugged.
    A long groan ripped from me and I sank into the plush seat.
A large hand kneaded my other tit. Milk squirted between his fingers and hit
the back of the glass. The driver jerked his gaze to the drops sliding down the
window. I’d never been watched before, much less had anyone stare in
fascination as my milk painted the inside of a car. I’d never been so turned on
in my life.
    Devin’s tongue circled my nipple and his teeth gently bit.
    “That’s good, baby, suck me, suck me.” I couldn’t stop the
pleading. Milk came hard and fast and Devin suctioned in as much of my breast
as he could. The pull as he swallowed draw a virtual line from my breasts to my
clit. He tugged and tugged, like he stroked the slit between my legs with every
swallow.
    I clutched his head, forcing him closer. His chest heaved
against my legs. My hips wiggled on the seat. My clit throbbed and throbbed.
    “So good. I’m gonna come just from you taking my milk. Take
it. Take it all.” Yanking on his hair, I jerked him off. His mouth popped with a
loud suction and I couldn’t get a look at him, my vision was so watery from the
pleasure. I pulled him further over me and shoved my other leaking nipple
toward his mouth. His tongue lapped at me, slurping.
    “Now. Take it now.” Milk flowed down my chest and pooled on
my belly. The heated liquid slid lower, finding its way to mingle with the
slickness of my pussy.
    He grunted but didn’t latch on. He blew hot air across my
elongated nub. My hips jerked up and I keened, loud and