Page 44 of Cream
Jamie hid them from the world, covering them with specialized underwear, but to me, he showed them with lusty intent. If there was a part of his body that was more mine than his, it was his tits. I loved them. I coveted them. Saliva pooled in my mouth at the sight of his beautiful chest.
I lifted my arms to tug him to me, but he sidestepped my attempt.
“Jamie…”
He smirked knowingly. “Patience, Mr. Hartley.”
Leaning on my desk with one hand, he removed his shoes and socks with the other. Then he undid his belt and let his pants pool around his feet.
I gasped.
Under his protruding belly peeked out the most outrageous pair of panties I’d ever seen. Jamie’s hard cock was cupped in a tiny triangle of sheer lace, held in place only by thin strings low on his hips. He slowly turned around, pushing his ass out. A neat little bow adorned the top of his crease and another string disappeared between his ass cheeks. The barely there scrap of fabric concealed nothing of importance. Together with Jamie’s pregnant belly, the effect was mind-blowing.
“You’ve been wearing this the whole day?” I rasped.
“You like them?”
“Fucking hell, Jamie.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He straddled me in the chair, and my soft cock made a valiant attempt to rise again.
Jamie lifted his pecs with both hands.
“Will you suck my tits, Mr. Hartley?”
That did it. I was painfully hard anew when I mouthed Jamie’s left pec and sucked his nipple deep into my mouth. He moaned when the milk began to flow. He had even more now as his pregnancy progressed. We used the milking machine sometimes when we fucked, especially when Jamie wanted it long and hard from behind. But most days, he nursed me. I could pretend that we had never sneaked in a quick nursing session between meetings, but it would have been a lie. When my Jamie needed relief, I had to help him out, right?
Now he ground down on my erection, and I knew what he wanted. I smacked his ass cheeks, took his other nipple into my mouth, and sucked hard.
The letdown was peaking. When I let go and leaned back, Jamie’s pecs looked ready to burst as white milk dribbled from his glistening nipples.
I grabbed him by his ass, set him on the edge of my desk, and dragged the milk-stained camisole over his head. I wanted to see his tits jiggle when I fucked him hard. Pushing the string of his panties aside, I drove into his wet hole, and he threw his head back.
“Fuck, yes!”
“You’re so naughty. Walking around the office in a G-string.”
“I hoped… aah… to seduce my boss.”
“Task accomplished. Consider me utterly seduced.”
I sped up, making his ass smack wetly around my cock. After he made me come, I could last longer. His pecs shook, drops of milk flying around. Damn, he was so hot. Stunning.
I sank into him to the root and bent over to suck some more of his milk. He pushed his chest out and rocked against me, grinding on my cock.
“I’m glad you don’t seem so stressed anymore,” he said breathlessly, then moaned when I sucked harder.
As stress relief went, sex with Jamie was a blessing.
We were discreet in front of my employees and always kept our behavior professional—they’d never even witnessed a chaste kiss on the cheek. But everybody knew we were engaged, and Jamie’s stomach was now impossible to conceal.
Some well-meaning friends had expressed concern that if we kept working together, it might affect our relationship, but we weren’t worried. I loved having Jamie by my side, and he said he loved working with me—even the actual work, and not just the perks on a Friday night, when everybody had already left.
“You are… the naughty one, Mr. Hartley.”
I growled into his chest before switching sides again.
