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JAMIE

It was paradise. With my eyes closed, I lay spread out like a starfish while my alpha wrapped his lips around my nipple. I needed to be milked more often now, which wasn’t ideal, but I’d deal with that after the heat. Now I was too horny and happy to care.

The letdown came as soon as Mr. Hartley licked the underside of my nipple. My entire body sighed with relief. Mr. Hartley moaned around my nipple and sucked harder. I could feel his big cock against my thigh, erect and ready whenever I needed it.

And yes, he’d told me to call him Morton, but it felt so deliciously naughty to keep saying Mr. Hartley even as he fucked, sucked, and bred me again and again.

“Mr. Hartley…”

He growled into my flesh and gripped my ass. Taking a large part of my pec into his mouth, he hollowed his cheeks. He gulped the milk as he massaged my ass cheeks.

The milking machine was great because it sucked both my tits at the same time.

But a warm, wet mouth wrapped around one?

I peered down at my boss, the illustrious Morton Hartley, where he sucked my enlarged nipple.

His hair was tousled, stubble covered his hollowed cheeks, and his long lashes brushed the skin under his eyes.

He looked so intent on his task, all his legendary focus on me, on giving me pleasure and relief. It felt so intimate. And dirty.

My boss is sucking my tits and drinking my milk…

I moaned with a wave of desire. “Aah. Mm-hmm. I think… aah… nursing you makes the heat waves… come faster.”

He gently bit my nipple and moved to the other side. He licked a drop of milk off the tip. “Good. Then I can fuck you again.”

“Please, sir.”

He chuckled darkly before he latched on to my pec and sucked. My hole was loosening, slick gathering inside. My cock tingled, and my balls drew up.

Mr. Hartley must have smelled the heatwave coming because suddenly, he flipped me around, lifted my hips, and pushed his cock inside me. My drawn-out, wet nipples dangled from my chest like an animal’s teats, still dripping milk. And I felt like an animal, needy, shameless, and free.

On my elbows and knees, I clenched my fists around the bedding with the onslaught of sensations. Warmth bloomed in my middle, where his cockhead kissed the mouth to my womb. God, this was sheer ecstasy.

“Breed me again, please, sir!”

He thrust to the root a few times, making me come as if he had pushed a button. The climax fizzled and crackled through my nerve endings, and I cried out with joy.

“You’re such a tease, Jamie. Calling me sir and Mr. Hartley even as I’m fucking you. I should spank you for that.”

“Uh-huh. Please, sir. I’ve been naughty. Oh fuck, yes!”

He laughed even as he thrust into me harder. Then he pulled out and smacked my ass cheek. It didn’t hurt, but my skin prickled from it. My empty hole spasmed. He tapped the other cheek and plunged back into me, my wet flesh squelching around him.

“One of these days, I’ll bend you over my desk.”

Why did that sound like the best promise?

We’d do it in his office. I could pull my pants down just below my ass cheeks, and he’d spank me before ordering me to get on my knees and suck his cock.

The rest of my fantasy burst into splashes of colors as my alpha breached the channel to my womb.

The orgasm tore through me, merciless and so powerful that I thought I’d faint. And then came the gift of his cum.

Morton Hartley’s cum filling my womb was the single best feeling in the entire wide world. My body and soul soared when he bred me. Fucking nirvana.

He stayed there, dick pulsating and knot stretching my hole, and his cockhead jolted in the mouth to my womb. It might have been my imagination, but I felt the creamy liquid pouring into my core, slightly cooler than my heated womb, like a soothing balm.

Then he palmed my pecs and squeezed. The possessive grip on my chest… Oh yes .

I felt so good about myself when he held me like that. My body was so ripe. Fertile. I felt beautiful inside and out. I moaned louder, my insides clenching around his erection, making love to it with gratitude. I was made for this. To get fucked and bred, knocked up.

“I love this. Love this so much.”

“Good omega,” he rasped. He pushed with his knot, his cockhead moving in my core, sending tingles of raw delight into my torso. “You love getting impregnated.”

Wow, that sounded dirty when he said it like that.

“I do. Please. Knock me up, Mr. Hartley.”

He growled like a wild beast.

His thrusts intensified, getting as rough as the knot allowed. The pumping pressure in the channel to my womb set my insides aflutter.

I keened with the searing climax.

“That’s what you need. One more load.”

I must have lost myself in the middle of the breeding climax. Delirious with pleasure, I made guttural noises, my vision black with colorful sparks dancing around.

Then I lay on my side in his arms, knotted, his hand on my belly and his lips under my ear.

“You’re perfect for me, Jamie. I want to keep you forever. I’ll watch your belly grow and suck your tits and fuck your hole ten times a day until you give birth, and then I’ll breed you again. You’ll be my omega, darling. A sweet little baby daddy…”

It was nonsense, dirty talk in the middle of the heat, with his dick up my ass to the hilt.

And I soaked it up like a sponge.

“I want to suck your cock when I’m pregnant with a big belly. On my knees. I’ll hold my big stomach, and you’ll fuck my throat.”

The moan he let out sounded almost painful.

“Fuck, Jamie. You’re killing me.”

“I love that you’ve knocked me up. Feels so good.”

The train jostled, probably passing over some crossing, and we both shuddered. He began moving anew, rocking me softly, prolonging the bliss until I felt as if he’d drugged me with all that cum.

I fell asleep, knotted in his lap.