Divine Milking System-Chapter 109 | One Long Stripe

I slid my hands higher along her inner thighs, my palms smoothing over the warm, soft expanse of skin. She shivered under my touch, tiny bumps rising in the wake of my fingers.

Belle’s breathing changed. Shorter. Faster.

"You’re taking your time."

"I promised I would."

"I changed my mind. Go faster."

"No."

Her eyes narrowed into slits of frustration. "Monroe—"

I pressed my thumb against the fabric covering her, right where dampness had already started to soak through the black lace. The pressure pulled a sound from her throat. High. Breathy. Almost a whine.

"Oh god."

"Still want me to go faster?"

"I hate you."

"No you don’t."

I slipped my fingers under the elastic band of her panties and started pulling them down. She raised her hips without me asking, helping me slide the thin fabric down her thighs, past her knees, until I could pull them free completely. They landed somewhere on the floor behind me. I didn’t care where.

Then I looked at her. Really looked at what I’d unwrapped.

She was pink and glistening, already swollen from arousal and the level four Euphoric Feedback I’d been running through her nervous system like low voltage current. The sight made my mouth water.

"You’re staring again."

"Can’t help it." I pushed her thighs wider, watching how the movement made everything spread and open for me. "You’re perfect."

"I know." But her voice trembled on the edges of the words. "Now stop looking and—oh fuck."

I’d leaned down and dragged my tongue up her slit in one long, slow stripe. From bottom to top. Tasting everything.

Salt. Something sweeter underneath. Like honey that had been left in the sun until it turned liquid and golden.

Better than Wednesday night. Better than the memory I’d been replaying all week.

I did it again, pressing my tongue flat and wide this time.

Schlick.

Her hips jerked off the bed.

"Monroe. Oh my god. Monroe."

I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked.

Slurp.

"Fuck!"

Her hand shot to my hair, fingers twisting into the strands and gripping hard enough to sting. She wasn’t trying to pull me away though. She was holding me exactly where I was, like she was afraid I might stop.

I kicked Euphoric Feedback up to level five.

She arched clean off the mattress, her spine bowing like a drawn recurve.

"Ahh! Wait. Wait that’s. That’s too much."

I eased back slightly, giving her a few seconds to remember how to breathe. Then I pushed my tongue inside her instead, feeling the way her walls clenched around the intrusion.

Squelch.

"Oh god. Oh god. Jace."

She’d used my first name. Not Monroe. Not some sarcastic quip with barbs hidden in the syllables. Just my name, gasped out like it was the only word she remembered.

I looked up without stopping, watching her face while I fucked her with my tongue. Her eyes had closed. Her mouth hung open. Her chest rose and fell under the sports bra like she’d been running sprints. Sweat had started to bead along her collarbone, catching the light from the fake chandeliers overhead.

She looked wrecked already. And I’d barely gotten started.

I shifted back to her clit, flicking the tip of my tongue against it. Fast. Light. Teasing little touches that made her whole body jerk.

"Ngh. Don’t. Don’t tease."

I did it again, just to prove I would.

Flick. Flick. Flick.

"Monroe I swear. I will. Ahh. I will kill you."

"No you won’t."

I sucked hard on her clit, pulling it between my lips and applying steady pressure. Her thighs tried to snap shut around my head, but I grabbed them and held them open. My D-rank Strength was finally good for something. She could thrash all she wanted. I wasn’t going anywhere.

"Fuck. Fuck. I’m. I’m going to."

I didn’t stop. Just kept sucking, kept licking, kept the Euphoric Feedback at level five while her entire body went stiff as a board.

"Jace!"

She came. Hard.

Her pussy clenched rhythmically against my tongue, her thighs shaking in my grip despite how tightly I was holding them. Her hand fisted in my hair so hard I thought she might rip some out.

I kept going through the aftershocks, licking and sucking and drawing out every last tremor until she started pushing at my head with her free hand.

"Stop. Stop. Can’t. Too much."

I pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My face was soaked. My chin was dripping.

Belle lay sprawled across the bed like a rag doll someone had tossed aside. Her legs were still spread. Her chest was still heaving. Her face was flushed the color of strawberries.

"That was."

"Good?"

"Shut up." She covered her face with her forearm. "You know it was good."

I stood up and grabbed the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down in one smooth motion. No underwear underneath. My cock sprang free, already hard and thick and leaking from the tip.

Belle’s arm moved. She looked down. Her eyes went wide as dinner plates.

"Holy shit."

"Problem?"

"You were. You were hiding that?" She propped herself up on her elbows, staring like she’d never seen one before. "All week?"

"Didn’t come up in conversation."

"Monroe that’s not. That’s not normal sized."

I shrugged, letting the corner of my mouth lift. "Ability perks I guess."

"Ability perks." She laughed, but it came out high and slightly hysterical. "You have a supernatural dick."

"Apparently."

"That’s not going to fit."

"It will."

"I’m serious. Look at it. Look at me."

I did. She was right about the size difference. I was big. She was small. But the extraction required completion, and Belle needed the buff, so it would fit. One way or another.

"Worried?" I let my mouth curve into something that might have been a smile.

Her expression shifted. The shock smoothed out, replaced by something sharper. She sat up fully and crossed her legs, the femme fatale mask sliding back into place like she was pulling on armor.

"Worried? About a milk vampire’s supernatural dick?" Her voice had gone honey smooth again. "Please. I’ve handled worse."

"Have you?"

"Of course." She inspected her nails like we were discussing the weather. "You’re not that special Monroe."

Liar. Her pulse hammered in her throat. I could see it from here, the rapid flutter of blood just under her skin. But I liked that she was trying. Liked that she wasn’t just rolling over and showing me her belly.

Made it more fun.

I walked back to the bed and knelt between her legs, grabbing my cock at the base and tapping it against her pussy. Light little slaps that made wet sounds in the quiet room.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

"Ngh." The mask cracked. "What are you."

Slap.

"Ahh. Stop."

"You said you could handle it."

Slap. Slap.

Her wetness smeared along my length, coating me and making everything slick and sticky.

"Monroe. Stop teasing and just. Just put it in already."

"Not yet."

I looked down at her, letting my voice drop into something lower. Darker.

"I’m hungry, Belle."

Her face went bright red in an instant.

"What?"

"You heard me." I reached for the bottom of her sports bra. "I’m hungry."

"But I just. We just did. You didn’t even."

"Doesn’t matter." I pulled the fabric up over her breasts. "I want to drink while I fuck you."