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I tightened my grip on him and kissed his forehead. I sensed it wasn’t the right time to talk about the future, not yet, but Jamie’s words gave me hope.
“You saved me from burning out, you know,” I told him. “I’d be lost without you.”
He settled against me with his leg over mine and his arm over my torso. The hold felt a tad protective, and I basked in the warmth.
“You wouldn’t burn out,” he murmured, “but you might still be looking for that report.”
I snorted. “Entirely possible.”
11
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 onthe 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.”
