Milk For His Little (The Lactin Brotherhood #12)

Epilogue

Shawn

I looked down at Kasper, his big blue eyes gazing up at me with that mix of innocence and mischief that always drove me wild. He was lying on his back, his head propped up on my pillow, his body barely covered by the thin blanket. His lips were slightly parted, eager and waiting. I could already feel the heat between us, the electric charge that always seemed to crackle in the air when we were together like this.

"Daddy," he whispered, his voice soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the hardness in my jeans. "I've been waiting for you."

I smiled, running a hand through his tousled blond hair. "I know you have, baby boy. I'm here now."

I started to undress, taking my time, letting him watch. I knew he loved to see me like this, revealing myself to him piece by piece. I could see his eyes widen as I unbuttoned my shirt, could see his tongue dart out to lick his lips as I slid my jeans down my thighs. I was hard, aching, but I wanted to take this slow. I wanted to savor every moment, every touch, every taste.

"You're so big, Daddy," Kasper said, his voice filled with awe as he stared at my cock. "I want to taste you."

I chuckled, climbing onto the bed, straddling his chest. "Is that what you want, baby boy? You want to put your mouth on Daddy?"

He nodded eagerly, his hands reaching up to grip my thighs. "Yes, please, Daddy. I want to make you feel good."

I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "You always make me feel good, Kasper. But tonight, I want to take care of you. I want to make you feel special."

I shifted, moving down his body until I was settled between his legs. I could see the outline of his cock, hard and eager, pressing against the blanket. I tugged the blanket away, revealing him to me, and I couldn't help but smile at the sight. He was perfect, absolutely perfect.

I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock. He gasped, his hips jerking up, seeking more. I chuckled, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock to hold him still. "Easy, baby boy. Let Daddy take care of you."

I took him into my mouth, slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully engulfed. I could taste him, salty and sweet, and I couldn't get enough. I started to move, my head bobbing up and down, my tongue swirling around his shaft. He was moaning, his hands fisted in the sheets, his body writhing beneath me.

"Daddy," he gasped, his voice filled with pleasure. "That feels so good. Don't stop, please, don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping. I wanted to bring him to the edge, wanted to make him come undone. I wanted to taste him, to swallow every drop of his release. I wanted to give him everything he needed, everything he desired.

I could feel his orgasm building, could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth. I increased my pace, my hand working in tandem with my mouth, driving him higher and higher. He was panting, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, his body trembling with need.

"Daddy, I'm close," he warned, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I'm gonna come, Daddy. I'm gonna come in your mouth."

I hummed in approval, the vibration sending him over the edge. He cried out, his body convulsing, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he came. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him, the feel of him, the knowledge that I had given him this pleasure.

I continued to suck gently, bringing him down from his high, until he was completely spent. Only then did I release him, pressing a soft kiss to his inner thigh before climbing back up his body.

He was smiling, his eyes glazed over with pleasure, his body limp and sated. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.

"Did that feel good, baby boy?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

He nodded, snuggling closer to me. "Yes, Daddy. It felt amazing. Thank you."

I smiled, running a hand up and down his back in a soothing gesture. "You don't have to thank me, Kasper. It's my job to take care of you, to give you what you need. I love doing that for you."

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with love and adoration. "I love you, Daddy. I love you so much."

My heart swelled with emotion, with love for this beautiful, innocent, amazing man in my arms. "I love you too, Kasper. More than words can express."

I pressed a soft kiss to his lips, a seal of our love, our bond. We lay there for a long time, just holding each other, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. It was perfect, absolutely perfect.

As I held him, I knew that I would do anything for him, anything to make him happy, to keep him safe, to give him the life he deserved. He was my Little, my baby boy, and I was his Daddy. And together, we were unstoppable.

Eventually, Kasper drifted off to sleep, his body warm and relaxed in my arms. I watched him sleep, my heart filled with love and contentment. This was what it was all about, these moments of pure, unadulterated bliss. And I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that I would spend the rest of my life chasing these moments with him.

As I drifted off to sleep myself, I knew that I was the luckiest man in the world. I had found my Little, my other half, my soulmate. And I would spend every day for the rest of my life loving him, cherishing him, and making him the happiest Little in the world. That was my promise, my vow, and I intended to keep it, no matter what.