Chapter 5: Mike and--Dam! The Clit’s too easy to Find

“This is too much, Mike...” Mira whimpered.

But he didn’t listen.

Mike leaned in, breath warm against her skin. With a slow flick of his tongue, he traced lazy circles around her nipple—teasing, tasting. Then—without warning—he latched on, tugging tight with his teeth.

Mira jolted, back arching high, a sharp cry ripping from her throat.

Each flick sent tremors through her body, but the pull—raw and needy—made her convulse. It was wild. Desperate. Like a starved child who’d finally found milk after days of thirst. He sucked with abandon, no pause, no mercy.

Mira cried out again, voice cracked and wet.

“Th-This ... This is the first time...”

Her eyes welled up—tears not from pain, but sheer, overwhelming pleasure. Her breath shivered as her chest rose and fell beneath him.

Mike’s other hand slid to her second breast—the one untouched, neglected, its nipple left stiff and trembling in the open air. Bound by the pressure of her pinned form, it stood perked, vulnerable—almost pleading.

Mike lifted her other nipple between his fingers, rolling it slowly—deliberately—as he brought it to his lips.

Mira trembled, the tension in her body rising, breath caught in anticipation.

Then, with a slick sweep of his tongue, he coated both nipples—wet, warm, deliberate—before drawing them in together.

A frantic pull.

He took both into his mouth, sucking them in hard, lips sealed tight, teeth clamping down with just enough force to make her cry out.

Mira jolted. Her back arched again, hips twitching as her breath spilled out in ragged bursts—desperate and unrestrained.

Through clenched teeth, still pulling on her breasts—now stretched taut and trembling in his mouth like udders being milked—Mike growled,