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JAMIE

My ass was swollen and loose, leaking traces of Mr. Hartley’s cum even hours after we’d fucked, and before I could be empty, he’d add more. Between waves, he sucked the milk from my tits and made love to my hole with his lips and tongue.

His gaze drifted to my protruding abdomen all the time, and when he wasn’t looking at my impregnated belly, he stared at my tits.

My nipples had gotten even larger, and milk dripped from them at odd moments.

The heat seemed to aggravate my lactation to the extreme, but I wasn’t complaining.

Not at all. Not when I could have this magnificent man taking care of me.

Nursing him was bliss, and I loved knowing it made him desire me more. I’d never imagined something like this could count as sex, but it most definitely did. So tender yet so dirty at the same time.

I refused to think about what would happen at the other end of our journey. For now, I was an animal in heat, eager to get knocked up, and the alpha of my dreams was breeding me. All was right with the world.

I woke up from a nap, disoriented. I had no idea what day it was, let alone what time. A tender brush of fingers over my pec made me blink up. Morton lay by my side, smiling softly.

“Hello, sleepyhead.”

“Mmf.”

I yawned, and he chuckled. Stretching my arms above my head, I winced at the pressure in my pecs.

“What is it? Are you sore?”

“No. Just my pecs.”

A warm hand cupped one and circled softly. “They’re swollen and firm. Do you need to have your tits milked, my darling?”

The question was so filthy. “Yes, please, Mr. Hartley.”

His eyes flashed like they did when I called him that during sex.

He gave me some water to drink while he got the machine ready.

Then he supported my back with an extra pillow and turned the device on.

He pressed one silicone cup to my left nipple and watched intently as it got sucked in before he did the same on the other side.

The setting was low, but enough to cause a letdown.

My pecs tingled, and I sighed with relief.

“Will you make me come, Mr. Hartley?”

He kissed down my chest, carefully avoiding the tubes, and lingered with his lips under my belly button.

“I’ll lick your hole and drink your slick while you’re getting milked. How about that?”

“Yes, please.”

I spread my legs eagerly, and he settled between my thighs. He licked my cock and sucked it into his throat, the pulls of his mouth timed perfectly in sync with the milking machine. It made my hole leak.

“Please!” I whined.

Grabbing my legs under my knees, I lifted my ass higher, begging shamelessly.

Finally, he pressed his lips to my open hole.

It felt different now that I was so stretched and swollen with heat.

He kissed my opening with his lips and tongue as if he were kissing me on the mouth.

Tendrils of sweet pleasure swirled around my hole and from my nipples.

The two streams of raw happiness met in my center, like soothing warmth around my sated womb, and I melted, my bones turning to jelly.

Feels wonderful. Oh, Morton. This is heaven.”

He made a soft, pleased sound that reverberated through my body.

A gentle climax flowed through me, and I purred like a damned cat.

He sucked the cum off my cock and rose above me.

“You finally called me Morton.”

He was grinning and looked so adorable something tugged at my heart.

“It is your name.”

The milking machine turned itself off, and he carefully removed the cups. He kissed my nipples, licking the drops of milk that escaped. My pecs were soft now, pleasantly empty. Morton brushed his lips around my nipples and nuzzled my chest.

He reached for the device lying on the bed and detached the bottle from it. There was maybe a cup of my milk in it. His eyes never leaving my chest, Morton tilted the bottle to his lips and drank.

His Adam’s apple moved as he gulped the contents down.

I gaped.

That was… I was too stunned to know if that was hot, cute, or both.

He set the empty bottle on the nightstand and lowered himself over me, caging me in.

Then he kissed me.

Tasting my milk in his mouth, I groaned into the kiss. Morton’s hard cock rubbed against my thigh. He moved down my body until his face was level with my pecs.

After the milking, my nipples looked obscene, but Morton stared at them as if he wanted to eat me alive.

“You still don’t have enough?” I teased, but my voice quivered. The searing desire in Morton’s gaze was almost scary.

“I’m in love with your tits. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of them.”

He brushed his lips over my abused nipple and nuzzled around it.

An idea took over my mind, and before I could censor myself, I blurted it out. “Come all over them.”

His lips parted with surprise. I couldn’t take it back now. I tried to come up with a way to turn it into a joke, but he rose above me. Shuffling forward on his knees, he straddled my torso. He leaned on one arm, and his hard cock brushed my left pec.

I gasped.

Fuck, we were a couple of horndogs, weren’t we?

But I was in heat and besides, who cared?

Frowning with focus, Morton moved his hips, rubbing his cock on my pec. His cockhead poked my nipple, smearing it with precum. I cradled the warm erection in my hands and pressed it harder against my chest.

He made fucking movements with his hips, and it felt just a tiny bit humiliating, but in a great way. I’d had no idea I’d like something like this. Apparently, whatever was happening to my tits, my libido was in.

I squeezed out a few drops of milk and rubbed them on his cock. Soon, I was moaning, grabbing mounds of my softened flesh to create a groove for him.

Morton was close. I could see it in his face.

And I heard myself say, “Do you like fucking my tits?”

He moaned, and his hips stuttered. “You’re such a tease, Jamie.”

“Your fault. Your cum in my womb must have turned me into a sex-crazed monster.”

Another moan. He sped up, driving his erection into the space between my palms and my pec. His cockhead made love to my nipple while his precum and my milk eased the way.

“I love fucking your tits.” His voice broke.

Two heartbeats later, his cock jerked against my skin. Hot splashes of cum hit my chest and chin. Morton’s moan sounded almost painful.

I couldn’t help myself. I used his cum like lotion, spreading the silky liquid over my pecs and nipples while he looked on, looming above me.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

Holding his gaze, I licked my palm.

With a groan, Morton collapsed on the bed and covered his eyes with his arms.

“Fucking hell, Jamie. You’ll be the death of me.”

I chose to take that as a compliment.

The cum felt nice on my nipples. I played with them for a while longer, tugging on them and rolling them between my fingers until my skin got sticky.

Morton wasn’t moving, and I became a little worried.

“Was that too much?”

He peered at me from under his arm.

“Hell no. We’re definitely doing that again.”

I grinned. “Cool.”

Freshly showered and with my teeth brushed, I eyed the T-shirt I’d hung on a hook on the bathroom door. Did I even need any clothes? I left the T-shirt there and walked into the bedroom naked.

Morton was on the phone but went quiet in the middle of a sentence, staring at me.

“Uh. Sorry. Can you repeat that? The signal seems unstable.”

I settled on the bed, folding my arms behind my head. I crossed my legs and smiled at him. Predictably, Morton’s gaze lingered on my nipples.

“I’m really sorry, but I can’t talk about this right now,” he said into the phone. “Send me an email, and we’ll reconnect when I’m back in the city. Uh-huh. Sure. No problem. Bye.”

He threw the phone on the bed.

“I can’t get any work done with you here.”

I cringed. How selfish was I? He faced an important event on the West Coast, and my heat destroyed our schedule.

His expression softened. “It’s not your fault, Jamie. I didn’t mean it like that. You’re more important than any of that.”

“But you still need to work on the presentation, and all the possible questions people could have.”

“It’s nearly done. I’m just being a perfectionist.”

I tapped my lips. “How about a reward system?”

“Huh?”

“You complete a task, and I reward you. Would that help your focus?”

He squinted. “Reward me how?”

“I’ll think of something.” I picked up the restaurant menu from the nightstand and paged through it. “Did you go through the Q&A and make notes about possible answers?”

“Yes. But it’s been a while, and I want to make updates.”

“Get to it, then.”

He eyed me suspiciously as he sat on the edge of the bed and opened his laptop. “I’m not sure that’s enough of a motivation when I don’t know what I’m getting.”

“It’ll work. Trust me.”

I found the page with delivery and scanned the code to get to the app. I ordered two pieces of blueberry pie with cream on the side.

Feeling Morton’s eyes on me, I flashed him a look. “Focus.”

“I can’t with you naked right here.”

“Go through the first five questions, and you’ll get to touch me…” I drew a line over my collarbones. “…down to here.”

Morton smirked. “Such a tease. Okay.”

It took him a mere twenty minutes. I went through a few emails on my phone while he typed. Then he abruptly shoved the computer to the side and rolled closer to me.

“I want my reward now.”

I kissed him, and he smiled against my lips. He trailed kisses down my throat and nipped at the tendons, then licked the bridge of my collarbones and pressed a kiss to the hollow in the middle. I inhaled the scent from his hair and combed through the messy strands. His fingers brushed my left pec.

I’d almost forgotten he was supposed to keep working. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away.

“Nope. Five more questions.”

He growled. “Tease!”

I drew a line along my ribs, just above my stomach. “Go through five more and you can touch me down to here.”

His nostrils flared as he stared at my nipples. “Deal.”