Lucas stood at the door of Nigella's luxurious penthouse, his heart heavy with the weight of the world. He had always been one to keep his emotions in check, but tonight, the dam had burst, and he was unable to hold back the tears that streamed down his face.
The door swung open, and Nigella stood before him, her dark eyes taking in his disheveled appearance. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What's got you all worked up, buttercup? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Lucas sniffled, trying to stem the flow of tears. "It's...it's my ex-wife," he stammered out. "She...she took everything. The house, the car, even my dog. I have nothing left."
Nigella raised an eyebrow. "Oh, poor baby," she said, her voice laced with playful insult. "Stop blubbering like a baby, and come inside. You're making a scene."
Lucas felt a mixture of embarrassment and comfort at her words. He stepped inside, and Nigella closed the door behind him. She led him to the couch, where he sat down, his body still shaking with sobs.
Nigella sat down next to him, her body close to his. "Here," she said, pulling down the top of her dress to reveal one of her breasts. "Suck it up, buttercup. It'll make you feel better."
Lucas hesitated, unsure of what to do. He had never nursed from a woman before, and the thought of it made him feel both ashamed and relieved. But Nigella was insistent. "Come on," she said, her voice gentle. "Don't be shy. You need this."
With a mixture of shame and relief, Lucas began to nurse. He felt the warmth of Nigella's breast against his lips, and the milk flowed into his mouth. It was comforting, and he felt a sense of security that he hadn't felt in a long time.
Nigella watched him with amusement, her hand gently stroking his hair. "Look at you," she said, her voice soft. "My little milk drunk. You're so cute."
Lucas felt a stirring in his loins, and he looked up at Nigella with a hungry gaze. He wanted her, and he didn't care that he had just been nursing from her breast. He needed her, and he wasn't afraid to show it.
Nigella sensed his arousal, and she playfully pushed him away. "Not so fast, cowboy," she said, her voice teasing. "You'll have to work for it."
Lucas felt both rejected and turned on. He protested, but Nigella's sly smile told him that she was in control. And he was more than happy to let her take the lead.
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