The Billionaire's Milkmaid (BBW Lactation Erotic Romance) (3 page)

He had her if he wanted her.

Now she needed to find out exactly how far she could take this without crossing a line.

As if she hadn't already?

“Jessica.” His lower lids tightened as his eyes narrowed and his beauty overwhelmed her. He seemed like a man from a different time, of a class she couldn't imagine, living a life that wasn't quite real. The air thickened between them and time seemed to stand still. If it weren't for her engorged, overfull breasts she would have felt like she was in suspended animation, but nature nagged at her, the tingling worsening as she struggled with what to do next.

He solved that struggle. “Are you here for – ” he pointed very specifically at each of her breasts, eyes lingering so obviously she thought they might be glued, literally, to her, “that? To milk your breasts to feed your baby?” His jaunty smile was a challenge, as if he were saying,
Just you try not to be aroused now
.

Two could play this game. “Yes, I am. I have my horns and funnels ready to cup to my...ready to express the milk that is overflowing.” She smiled sweetly, and his throat tightened. She could see it, the gulp she extracted from him, triggering something deep he didn't realize she could tap into. They were playing a dangerous game of chicken and while she knew he would win, it was still fun to play.

“So,” he said, finally snapping out of whatever had distracted him. Probably the vision of her pumping herself. A guilt-filled flash of humping her breast pump earlier made her blush. He seemed to take that as a cue and added, “do you have a picture of your baby? Some women look at the picture to help stimulate the milk.”

She laughed. “Oh, no. I don't need the extra stimulation.” His eyebrows shot up seductively as she realized the double entendre. “Er, I mean,” she stammered, “uh, no. My milk comes easily and I have enough to feed five people.”

His face went serious. “Five?”

“Well, not literally – I can't imagine nursing five babies at once. But my cup certainly runneth over.” She was uncertain again; the focus on nursing seemed weird, and not sexy at all.

To her.

Antonio stepped in and pressed her hips toward him as his other hand sank into her hair and he pulled her, slowly, in for a kiss.
What the hell – ?
She inhaled sharply, surprise triggering the instinct, but his lips were so soft and so in control that she quickly melted into him, her face pressing against that silky-smooth mouth, his hands all over her at once, her clit on fire and her body nearly pulsing with so many months – too many! since the birth! – of craven lust.

This only happens in the movies
, she thought, nearly laughing at the absurdity. But his insistence and his confidence made the chuckle die quickly, replaced instead by a rock-solid certainty that he could have her now, anytime, anywhere.
As his tongue parted her moist mouth and devoured her, claiming every inch of skin, teasing and exploring, she felt a boldness rise up in her, matching him dart for dart, caress for caress, her own hands finding his back, thick muscles on his tight form, her fingers playing with the thick waves at the base of his neck, her breasts flattened against the wide expanse of his cashmere suit jacket that covered a rippled, taut chest. Longing to see it, to press flesh against flesh, she pulled back, touching her mouth as if scorched, eyes wide with alarm and impulse and abandon.
"Come with me," he insisted, pulling her into a conference room down the hall, the enormous table big enough to seat thirty people, a view of the city below them, as if they floated on air. One edge of the table rested close, within a foot, to the wide, seamless glass wall and he lifted her onto the table without effort, sliding her back, his knee wedging between her legs and spreading her as one hand deftly opened her suit jacket, revealing twin circles of milk on her cotton shirt and a plump softness that was ever-so-ready for him.
"Undress," he commanded, eyes dark and smoky, and Jessica obeyed, her hands like someone else's, her mind alight with excitement and curiosity, wondering why she was following his orders yet seemingly unable to say no. She slid her shoulders up and slipped off one, then both, arms of her jacket, freeing herself but still wearing the milk-soaked shirt, with circles now the size of oranges, her arousal literally painted all over her chest with breast milk.
"Your shirt," he sighed, inhaling deeply, using his legs to spread hers further apart, one hand braced over her while the other caressed her neck. As she undid the buttons carefully he locked eyes with hers, her hands blind yet knowing, unleashing her skin in seconds as her wet bra spilled over with swollen flesh.
"Ah, this. This is what I want. This is what you want, too," he murmured, nuzzling her right nipple through the cloth, deftly reaching behind her as she arched her back, his hands surprised by the lack of a clasp in the back. Grinning, he moved to the front and freed her breasts with one flick of his wrist at her bra clasp.
Peeling off his jacket, Antonio pressed her gently into the hard table, her body straight now and parallel to the sky, her head turning to the right and capturing a full view of the city's skyline from thirty floors above the clamor. Floating, floating, Jessica's breath hitched as his warm, dark mouth descended on her now-dribbling nipple and he latched on, the feeling surreal, and he suckled at her, filling his mouth.
Shocked, Jessica froze, the sensation unnerving. Only Sofia had done that, her tiny, infant mouth rooting and latching. Nursing had been solely maternal, instinctive and loving. Now, this stranger, her
boss
she realized with alarm, was suckling at her full, ripe tit and she...loved it. Her clit thrummed and her hand went toward his back, urging him as he drank from her, is low moans telling her this pleased him. And she wanted to please him, needed to, craving obedience and compliance and something so deep it had no name.

She had just orgasmed a few hours ago but her flesh felt new, compliant and ready, as if nothing had happened earlier. Her breast pump had been a poor imitation for this man, and she was about to find out how poor as he enveloped her with his power.
Her other breast began to spurt, the flow of milk in tandem with the internal waves of climax that built within her.
How could she orgasm just from this?
she wondered, marveling at how her body reached this point so quickly. It had been too long and this,
this
was too much. Jessica forgot about time cards and billable hours and resource distribution and shifted into carnal pleasure as Antonio slipped one finger within, easily pushing her and finding what he wanted from her body, grinning at her lack of panties.
"I found you, you know, Jessica. You are exactly who I wanted," he sighed, his lips now next to her ear as he leaned over her, his hand doing what she wanted another part of him to complete, fingers thrusting and circling as his mouth whispered words that made no sense. Her? Why would the owner of the company seek her out? She was a no one.
"Why me?" she asked, then arched as he hit a spot that had never been touched, lightning running through her, the milk spraying his face, running in rivulets down her ribcage and pooling beneath her on the conference table. He laughed, then licked it, answering her in short, staccato phrases.
"I seek this," he said, licking a drop from the corner of his mouth. "It was easy to look at the maternity leave records and find you. But no," he hissed as she frowned. "You are so much more than your milk. Do not worry. I am here for you – and your milk. You," he pulled back, his eyes raking her body, taking in the curves, her overflowing breasts, the long, yellow curls she knew were now pouring over her shoulders and the table as her hair spread out. "You were more than I ever bargained for."
"You bargained for me?" she choked out, loving his words, wanting to hear more but slightly horrified. He sought out nursing mothers? Buying a corporation for that kind of data seemed extreme.
"Oh, if only you knew," he said, his mouth covering the exploding breast as he drank, sucked, drank, sucked, the rhythm sending Jessica over the edge completely, giving her what she had tried so hard to get from her breast pump this morning, Antonio's touch and attention completing her.

She took the lead for a moment, though, squirming under him and wiggling out to stand before him.

Unbuckling his pants and slipping his belt out, Jessica encircled his cock with her hand, the familiar, easy touch both foreign and perfect all at the same time. He may have her under his spell, but right now she controlled the wand. And she was very, very good with her wrist and her mouth, the two playing a duet that would have him arcing and screaming in minutes – if he let her.

Oh, how she wanted that thickly-veined, rigid cock in her. That was what she should have been riding earlier. Not the lame breast pump, with its anemic vibrations, but this flesh-and-bone man, his hands all over her, pumping into her, giving her what she needed.

A rush of power took over her senses. She ran her open palm along the curve of his tight thigh, muscles bulging in the right places, the legs of a soccer player or someone who was casually in peak shape – through fun and endurance, and not just a buff body via personal trainer and money. She licked her lips in anticipation, his serious eyes on her, eating her up with those dark irises. As she licked the head she added more lubrication, her spit more than enough as she bobbed down over his knob, giving him a mouth that was a tight, hot, wet cave of pleasure. She would love to give him an even tighter cave, but that was for later.

With one practiced hand she began to pump the shaft from base to just under the mushroom cap, squeezing extra hard at alternating intervals, her thumb coming up to just barely touch the edge. She knew from experience that pumping him like this would be too intense but for a few seconds, it was perfect for him. As if on cue he arched his hips and began trying to fuck her mouth. But no! She was in control, and used her teeth to lightly admonish him, hearing a gratifying suck of air inhaled as her teeth gave him groaning, pain-spiked pleasure.

Welcoming his throbbing cock with the wet tip of her tongue, she felt his urgency, yet Jessica wasted no time in cramming all of him in her throat, the thick flesh shoved against her uvula, filling her nicely. As her hand played with the base of his dick, she slipped one finger to the soft spot of flesh between his sac and anus and pushed up, hard. He gasped and groaned, hands sinking fully into her hair, urging her to pick up her pace. As she pulled back she let the sharp, cold air interrupt their moment, trying to stretch this out.

Still keeping pressure on the skin right outside the ring of his ass, she plunged back down, lips bending to shape over his thickness, now bobbing and flicking her tongue right at the underside edge of his tip, the sensation driving him mad. She tightened her lips and used her wrist to control the pace of pumping, blowing cold air with pursed lips, knowing it would make his belly ache for release. Slick and pink and warm, she felt him tense, knew he was close, and decided to take a chance, rolling her pinky in the accumulated saliva at the base of his rod and then slowly slipping it a half inch into his puckered ass.

“Ah, Jessica, I just – ” She smiled, her lips pulling out towards her cheeks and she hoped he could feel the genuine joy and smug achievement she felt as this cultured, dominant man now was in her control, as she fulfilled her fantasies, as she – and only she – gave him what he wanted and needed right now.

“This. Is. Amazing,” he huffed, the worlds edged with steel as he sat up and stilled her, a commanding hand communicating more with a few squeezes and caresses than most men can communicate in one thousand words. Smiling slyly, his arms reached out, pressing against her, cupping her breasts, making one drip with milk by the barest of touches from him. He leaned down to lick the drops of milk, his hand tighter than needed, the message clear:

You are mine now.

Jessica surprised herself by moaning as he increased the pressure, playing with his fingers to literally begin milking her with those muscled hands. There was no question who was in control, and even as she turned her head to look out the window, to see the city spread out before her, the cars like ants and the sky so blue it seemed to have cleared at Antonio's command, she couldn't stop, didn't want to stop, because as long as Antonio touched her the world made sense.

Because nothing else did.

His eyes caught hers as he began to drink from her, willing her to acknowledge this very public and very taboo moment, his hand sliding up her abdomen and then down, lightly teasing her nest of curls, slipping down to give her clit the barest second of attention, her body arching in response. Then he returned, his finger sliding easily in her as she was slick and dripping already, musky from masturbating earlier but not caring, all nerve and steel and need. He rotated his finger, hitting her G-spot and sending electric waves through her as he suckled at the same time, giving her jolts unlike any she had felt before.

Her vagina throbbed as Antonio stroked her slowly, fingertip touching her like a painter with a paint brush, giving her just enough sensation to drive her mad but not quite enough to drive her over the edge. She threw her head back and forth as he leaned her back onto the table and now, head turned to the left, she felt as if she were floating in the sky.

And then his tongue –

“Ahh!” she gasped as she blossomed with desire, his attentions centering on her clit as he teased it, his mouth telegraphing pure, unrestrained, unfiltered desire to give her whatever she needed to be satisfied. This wasn't foreplay – this was
everyplay
. Foreverplay. No-man's-landplay. He and she were caught in a vortex of sensuality for which there were no words, only tongues and fingers and cocks and pussies and craven flesh that had wants and rules.

And the end goal was pure pleasure in whatever form that took.

As his tongue teased her to nirvana and his finger fucked her with an in-and-out that made her ache for his thick cock instead, she felt her orgasm emerge, rough and ready and sudden. He made a slight change in rhythm and she felt the climax slam her with full force, the warning bolts of lightning teeming through her body, a feeling she'd experienced with Joe but that had never been this good, this gracious, this giving and this
everything
.