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I gathered him into my arms and rolled us while he shuddered with aftershocks. He rested on top of me, humming contentedly as I stroked his back.
“This is incredible. Thank you,” he whispered when his breathing had calmed down.
Washethankingme? “Sweetheart, nothing I’ve ever experienced compares to this. I’m the grateful one.”
He shifted and moaned softly when the movement stirred our connection.
My alpha instincts must have messed with my head because the next thing to come out of my mouth was, “Jamie, darling, the baby we’ve made…”
“Mm?”
“I’d like us to keep him.”
I should have waited, dammit. I shouldn’t have pushed while he had my swollen dick up his womb. But Jamie didn’t even hesitate.
“Okay,” he replied sleepily and kissed my chest.
That was it? So easy? “I mean it.”
“Good.”
He fell asleep a few heartbeats later.
9
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 wastousled, 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.”
