The Billionaire's Milkmaid (BBW Lactation Erotic Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

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 .
    Her body, her throat, ached to scream in ecstasy but some shred of decency remembered she was at work, being lapped by her boss's boss's boss's boss's boss, though a low, eager sound came from her throat, more animal than she knew she was capable of. Her hands clung to his head, guiding him to lick her like that – no, that – oh, God that – as her fingers threaded themselves in that gorgeous, wavy hair, his body tensed and face focused on her womanhood.
    “Antonio!” she whispered, instinct urging her to thrust her hips in little twitches that concentrated his tongue exactly where it needed to be as he, too, groaned, the vibration zooming through her, his hands sliding under her tight ass to grab and knead her, making her pussy his for the taking, mouth sending her places she wanted to be forever, into a heaven of flesh.
    Her hot, pink, swollen clit became too sensitive suddenly, but unlike with Joe, where she pulled back from her own cresting, this time she pushed through it, willing herself to accept so much more, the transgression of fucking her boss worth every second of taboo sensation. He lapped at her and one hand grabbed her ass while the other slid up past her hipbone, thumb strumming each rib as he reached her breast and then rolled the nipple between his fingers, suddenly pinching so hard tears sprang to her eyes, making her gasp in pain.
    And that, of all things, tipped her right out of this dimension.
    Jessica's entire body tightened violently, her arms and legs curling as if she were seizing, and then milk gushed from her, like a Vesuvius of breast milk, the water hose effect simultaneously alarming, hilarious, and arousing, spraying white, thin milk all over her chest, pooling in her hair, and pouring down her belly, covering the conference table in little rivers. She bucked against Antonio's face as he let go of her nipple and slid his other hand under her hips, now sliding her on the wet table surface as she crashed into orgasm after orgasm, each more intense than the last, her brain taking her inward through layers of muscled pleasure and colored clouds that represented new layers of consciousness and want.
    “I've never – oh, God – what are you doing?” she huffed, digging her fingernails into the soft flesh of his neck, then raking his back as he rode with her, mouth eager to catch every bit of essence and pleasure from her as her pussy was forced against his face. Her milk spurted in time with each muscular contraction.
    He stopped his work on her clit so abruptly, his finger leaving her aching hole empty as he slid up her body, kicking off the useless pants that had pooled at his ankles, no embarrassment in the motion. Just fluid grace. Then he slid up her body, using the milk quite intently as lubrication, and deftly slipped his mouth over one nipple, latching on.
    “What are you – ” Her milk had poured out and she had been shocked by it; this was the first sexual experience since having Sofia, and she was humiliated somewhere deep down, but too overwhelmed to worry about it. Now, though, Antonio was focused on this – on her milk – and using his mouth, which had just been on her clit, ripping so many orgasms fro her, to suckle from her.
    His eyes sought hers, a deep challenge to accept and let go, let down, and so she did.
    Suckle, suckle, swallow. Oh, how she knew the rhythm well, but she pushed any thought of Sofia from her mind, for the two were mutually exclusive. She could enjoy this and still nurse her baby when she got home. Giving birth had involved the same vagina that she used for sex, so there was a nice precedent. In fact, Joe had made it seem like her being a mother made him leave, turned off by the shift in her body. Antonio, though, savored it.
    She would follow his