If You're Going to Sell Yourself, Sell It to Me - Side Story 12

As Locke locked the door behind him with a click, he walked toward Georgiana.

From the moment he entered the room, he had caught the scent of milk lingering in the air and was already aroused.

Though he didn’t enjoy sweet things, the sweet scent coming from Georgiana was temptingly irresistible.

Moreover, having abstained from intimacy since her late pregnancy through Freya’s hundredth day, his patience was at its limit.

“Georgiana.”

Locke, seeing Georgiana looking up at him with flushed cheeks, scooped her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.

Despite having given birth to two children, Georgiana was still small and light.

Seating her at the edge of the bed, he grabbed the front of her blouse and tore off the buttons in one swift motion.

There wasn’t an ounce of gentleness in his actions.

Rather than taking it off completely, he yanked the wide-neck blouse down just enough to expose her chest—designed that way for easy breastfeeding.

Even her undergarments were pulled down in one move, and her bouncing breasts spilled out before his eyes.

Locke instantly recognized the source of the sweet smell that had filled the room.

From the center of one nipple, milky-white breast milk was steadily leaking.

Moreover, her breasts were so engorged that even the slightest touch could have caused them to burst.

He could tell from past experience that Georgiana was suffering from breast engorgement.

Reaching out, Locke gripped the leaking breast firmly.

“Haa…!”

Georgiana twisted her body and let out a moan.

“Why didn’t you say anything before it got to this point?”

He lightly scratched her nipple with his fingernail as if to scold her.

“I-It was fine until yesterday…”

Georgiana barely managed to reply between restrained moans.

“Does that mean you planned to tell me today?”

“Yes…”

Georgiana, her face flushed pink, nodded softly.

“Don’t tell me you were planning to go out like this without saying anything?”

Imagining her walking past the servants with her chest soaked in milk, Locke gritted his teeth. Even the mere thought made his blood boil.

“Never.”

Georgiana shook her head vehemently.

Yet even that slight movement made her breasts bounce, the enticing sight shaking before his eyes.

“Unfortunately, there’s no way for me to believe you.”

Lowering his head, Locke deliberately avoided the nipple and slowly licked around it. Meanwhile, he supported her heavy breasts with both hands and kneaded them.

Georgiana clenched her fists, her eyes trembling as she endured the rising pleasure.

“I’ll see just how long you can endure it.”

He smirked like a villain and opened his mouth wide, squeezing her breast.

Every time he applied pressure, milk spurted into his mouth.

Locke didn’t mind getting drenched—he handled her breasts roughly, letting the milk soak his face.

Each time milk squirted into his mouth, Georgiana was overwhelmed by a mix of embarrassment and guilty pleasure.

Unconsciously, she grabbed his head and pushed her chest toward him.

She wished he would stop teasing and finally take her nipple into his mouth and suck hard.

If he could suck out all the remaining milk, she was sure the engorgement would ease.

Each time he touched her breasts, her hips twitched involuntarily.

“If there’s something you want, say it clearly. Otherwise, we might be here like this all night.”

His tone was polite, but his meaning was clear: unless she asked, he wouldn’t give her what she wanted.

After a moment of hesitation, Georgiana opened her lips.

“P-please…”

“Please what?” he asked, his voice sharp.

“With your mouth… suck me.”

As soon as she finished, she tightly closed her eyes. She didn’t have the courage to meet his gaze.

Perhaps her plea had reached him, as he immediately pressed his face to her chest and began sucking greedily.

Schluurp, schluurp.

Each time he drew on her nipple hard enough to hollow his cheeks, milk stored inside gushed out, filling his mouth.

The sound of him swallowing echoed lewdly.

He didn’t just suck—he rolled her nipple with his tongue, sometimes nibbling gently with his teeth, further stimulating her breast.

“Hnn…”

Each time he licked her nipple along with the breast milk in his mouth, Georgiana gasped and let out moans.

Hearing her breathy moans, he grew more aroused and dug in between her legs. Georgiana’s slender legs parted helplessly.

He pressed firmly against her inner thighs with his solid ones and closed the distance between their bodies.

Each time he rubbed below while sucking her breast, more milk flowed out.

Locke didn’t let go of her chest until he had drunk his fill.

By the time her once taut and engorged breasts had softened like kneaded dough, Locke’s hand slid downward.

“Looks like it’s not milk now, but honey flowing from below.”

After laying Georgiana down on the bed and spreading her legs wide, he lowered his head between them.

Finding the entrance in a flash, his lips sucked up the nectar that had trickled out just like he had done with her breasts.

“Locke!”

Georgiana grasped his head, her hips convulsing.

“Sweet, either way.”

Locke burrowed in so deeply his tall nose disappeared between her folds.

“Haa… ah!”

As his sharply pointed tongue stabbed at her entrance, her juices gushed out in a rush.

This time, instead of swallowing, he smeared the fluid over his fingers and pushed into her entrance.

The inside, receiving Locke’s touch again after several months, tightened so much it felt like it would snap his fingers off.

To help ease her tension, Locke licked her clitoris while slowly digging his fingers deeper.

“Hnng… ah… Locke.”

Georgiana twisted her waist and called his name.

The more she did, the faster he moved his fingers, gradually widening her from within.

Each time his curved fingers passed along her inner wall, Georgiana gasped and clutched his shoulders.

Increasing to three fingers, Locke moved roughly, plunging them in and out with force as he targeted the spot she was always most sensitive to.

After his thick fingers rubbed her insides over and over, Georgiana trembled all over and climaxed.

With every gush of fluid from below, newly produced breast milk dripped from her chest as well.

Locke captured the entire areola in his mouth and settled himself between Georgiana’s legs, driving the tip of his shaft inside in one thrust.

With the deep penetration, the head of his cock reached all the way to just beneath her navel.

Georgiana gasped sharply.

Without giving her time to adjust, he immediately began to pound her without pause.

“Hnn… ah… ahhh… aah!”

The louder her moans became, the more milk spilled from the breast still in his mouth.

Locke pulled back until only the tip remained inside, then thrust back in all at once.

Milk from the other nipple, which he hadn’t taken into his mouth, flowed down her body.

“What a waste, letting good milk leak down.”

Clicking his tongue, Locke gathered both breasts in his hands and drew both nipples into his mouth at once.

The scent of milk grew stronger.

He sucked her breasts greedily as he slammed his hips rapidly.

Each time he thrust into her, her body jolted upward, but her breasts remained held firm in Locke’s mouth, so the motion wasn’t too jarring.

Locke pulled her tightly into his embrace and devoured both her top and bottom. Until her breasts were thoroughly soaked, he panted and kept moving his hips.

“Ahh… hnn…!”

Her inner walls, impossibly tight for someone who had given birth, clamped down on him.

If he lost focus for even a second, he felt like he’d spill himself prematurely.

Locke didn’t slow down as he carved through the narrow channel, continuing his thrusts. Her still-pink nipples remained in his mouth. Swallowing the endlessly flowing milk, he drove himself in even deeper.

“Hh… ah… ah!”

The scent of milk grew even stronger as Georgiana tightened her thighs.

The moment her bottom clenched hard, Locke released a load of semen deep into her core.