Chapter 120 | A Master’s Duty[3]

All the teasing throughout the day had left her body just as pent up as his. That one pull on her nipple almost pushed her over the edge completely.

Dante looked up at her from her lap. Her mouth was hanging open, her chest was heaving, and her eyes were glazed over. A thin trail of drool ran down the corner of her lips.

Something snapped in him at the sight.

"Master." His voice came out lower and rougher than he intended. "I want to taste them."

"Haa... haa..." Natasha was still trying to catch her breath when his words cut through the haze. Her eyes slowly focused on him. "Huh... what?"

"I want to suck on your tits, Master." Dante spoke while his hand was still holding her breast, his thumb lazily rolling her stiff nipple back and forth.

"Wha-what?" The haze cleared from her eyes in an instant. She almost came from just his fingers and now he wanted to put his mouth on them?

Her face was on fire but her body didn’t care. The ache between her legs was drowning out every rational thought she had left.

She used her free hand to reach behind and unhook her bra. Her heavy tits bounced free the second the clasp came undone, swaying before settling against her chest.

They were even bigger without the bra holding them back.

Seeing the hungry look in her student’s eyes, Natasha felt a chill run through her. "There’s no milk in them, you know."

She hadn’t forgotten his inner thought from back when her shirt button popped during the first teaching mission. The way his eyes locked onto her chest like a starving man spotting food.

She was pretty sure that was the real reason he was this excited right now.

"Haha Master, I’m not a kid. Of course I know that." Dante scratched his cheek with an embarrassed look while thinking something entirely different. ’So, I’ll help you start producing soon enough.’

He cupped her bare tit with one hand, lifted it to his mouth, and wrapped his lips around her nipple. His tongue swirled around the stiff bud before he sucked on it hard.

"Mmph—!" Natasha bit down hard on her lower lip to keep the moan from coming out. Her hand on his cock tightened and her other hand grabbed onto his hair as she looked down at him with watery eyes.

"B-be gentle. No one has ever done this to me before."

He stopped immediately after hearing those words. "For real? You’re not messing with me? What about Ryan?"

She didn’t quite understand why he was reacting this seriously and just nodded. "No one has ever sucked on my breasts."

"After the battle with the Kingsleys, my body was in terrible shape. I gave birth to Ryan while I was still recovering and I was too weak to do anything for him." She said, her voice getting quieter. "By the time I recovered, Ryan had already grown past that age."

A flash of shame crossed her face.

As a mother, she couldn’t even do the most basic thing for her own child. ’He probably thinks I’m a terrible mother.’

"Master." Dante’s voice trembled as he held her tits in both hands like they were something sacred. "You went through all of that and Ryan never once appreciated what you sacrificed for him."

"So I’ll do everything in his place. You can treat me as your son from now on." His eyes were glistening with unshed tears that he summoned from absolutely nowhere.

"Starting with this."

His mouth was on her nipple before she could even open hers. His tongue flicked across the stiff bud, swirling around it before sucking it deep into his mouth and pressing his tongue flat against it.

"Mm... mmhh... Ahh~!" Natasha’s fingers dug into his hair. Her back arched, pushing more of her tit into his mouth. He took it greedily, sucking harder while his hand squeezed and kneaded the other one.

’His tongue keeps flicking my nipple and I can’t think straight anymore.’ Her mind was going fuzzy.

His warm mouth on her nipple and his hand on her other tit while her own hand was still wrapped around his throbbing cock, the stimulation was coming from too many places at once.

Her hand started stroking faster on its own without her even realizing it.

Dante switched to her other tit without warning. His mouth sealed around the neglected nipple and sucked hard while his wet fingers found the one he just left and started rolling it between his thumb and finger.

"Nng~ ahh~" Natasha’s head fell back.

Both of her nipples were being played with at the same time and her brain couldn’t keep up. Her hand on his cock lost its rhythm completely, going from fast to slow to fast again without any consistency.

’Focus. I need to focus on his thing.’ She forced herself to look down at his cock.

The tip was swollen an angry red and the precum was flowing so much her entire hand was slick. She tightened her grip and started stroking from base to tip with more intent.

"Mmh..." A low groan vibrated against her tit from Dante’s mouth. His hips shifted upward into her hand for the first time.

’He moved.’ Her eyes lit up. ’That’s the first time he reacted like that. So this speed works?’

She kept the same pace, squeezing harder at the tip before sliding back down. Her thumb pressed into the sensitive spot just under the head on every upstroke and she felt his cock throb violently each time she hit it.

In truth, Dante had just stopped holding back. But she didn’t need to know that.

His sucking was getting rougher. His tongue was lapping at her nipple in messy circles and his teeth kept grazing the bud just enough to make her jolt every few seconds.

"Ah... ah... ahh~" Her moans were coming out in a steady rhythm now.

She had given up on holding them back.

Her thighs were squeezing together and the wetness between her legs had soaked through her shorts and was starting to drip onto the sheets.

’I’m getting close too.’ She bit her lip in frustration. ’At this rate, I’m going to finish before him.’

His hand suddenly squeezed her tit hard, his fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh while his mouth sucked on her nipple so hard her back arched off the bed.

"KYA~! MHH~!" Her whole body jerked and her hand squeezed his cock in reflex. She felt it pulse hard against her palm, throbbing faster than before.

’He’s close.’ She could feel the way his cock kept twitching and the veins were pulsing nonstop under her fingers. ’Just a little more.’

She sped up, pumping his cock fast and tight, her slick palm making obscene wet sounds.

Dante bit down on her nipple.

"Mmmhh~ AAhhhnn~!!" Natasha’s vision went white. Her body locked up, her thighs clamped shut, and a flood of warmth gushed between her legs, soaking through everything.

Her mouth was open in a silent scream and her eyes rolled back.

At the same moment, his cock swelled in her hand and the first thick rope of cum shot out so hard it flew past her stomach and landed on the underside of her tits. The second one splashed across her belly button and the third painted a hot white line from her navel down to her hip.

Her hand kept pumping on pure instinct, each stroke squeezing out another load that spilled over her fingers and dripped down her knuckles onto the sheets below.

His groan vibrated against her chest as his hips bucked into her grip with each pulse. It took a long time for either of them to stop shaking.

Natasha looked down through half-lidded eyes at the mess covering her stomach and dripping down her fingers. His cum was hot against her skin and there was so much of it.

’We actually did it.’ Her brain was still trying to piece itself back together. ’We really just...’

She was about to let go of his cock when she realized something.

It wasn’t going down.

After all of that, after shooting that much, he was still rock hard in her grip. Like nothing had happened.

’...Are you kidding me right now?’