Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Jamie
I t was paradise. With my eyes closed, I lay spread out like a starfish while my alpha wrapped his lips around my nipple. I needed milking 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.
I moaned with a wave of pleasure. “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 other pec and sucked. My hole was loosening already, 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. 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. I should spank you for that.”
“Uh-huh. Please, sir. I’ve been naughty. Oh fuck, yes!”
He laughed even as he thrust into me harder. Then he pulled out and smacked my ass cheek. It didn’t hurt, but my skin prickled from it. He tapped the other cheek and plunged back into me.
“One of these days, I’ll bend you over my desk.”
Why did that sound like the best promise?
We’d do it in his office. I could pull my pants down just below my ass cheeks, and he’d spank me before ordering me to get on my knees and suck his cock.
The rest of my fantasy burst into splashes of colors as my alpha breached the channel to my womb.
The orgasm tore through me, merciless and so powerful that I thought I’d faint. And then came the gift of his cum.
Morton Hartley’s cum filling my womb was the single best feeling in the entire wide world. My body and soul soared when he bred me. Fucking nirvana.
He stayed there, dick pulsating and knot stretching my hole, and he cupped my pecs. The possessive grip on my chest… Oh yes .
I felt so good about myself when he held me like that. My body was so ripe. Fertile. I felt beautiful inside out. I moaned louder, my insides clenching around his erection. I was made for this. To get fucked and bred, knocked up.
“I love this. Love this so much.”
“Good omega,” he rasped. “You love getting impregnated.” He pushed with his knot, his cockhead moving in my core, sending tingles of raw delight into my torso.
Wow, that sounded dirty when he said it like that.
“I do. Please. Knock me up, Mr. Hartley.”
He growled like an animal.
His thrusts intensified, getting as rough as the knot allowed. The pumping pressure in the channel to my womb set my insides aflutter.
I keened with the searing climax.
“That’s what you need. One more load.”
I must have lost myself in the middle of the breeding climax. Delirious with pleasure, I made guttural noises, my vision black with colorful sparks dancing around.
Then I lay on my side in his arms, knotted, his hand on my belly and his lips under my ear.
“You’re perfect for me, Jamie. I never want to let you go. I want to keep you forever. I want to watch your belly grow and suck your tits and fuck your hole ten times a day until you give birth. You’ll be my omega, darling. A sweet little baby daddy…”
It was nonsense, dirty talk in the middle of the heat, with his dick up my ass to the hilt.
And I soaked it up like a sponge.
“I want to suck your cock when I’m pregnant with a big belly. On my knees. I’ll hold my big stomach, and you’ll fuck my throat.”
The moan he let out sounded almost painful.
“Fuck, Jamie. You’re killing me.”
“I love that you’ve knocked me up. Feels so good.”
The train jostled, probably passing over some crossing, and we both shuddered. He began moving anew, rocking me softly, prolonging the bliss until I felt as if he’d drugged me with all that cum.
I fell asleep, knotted in his lap.
I had seven heat waves, and Mr. Hartley bred me during every single one.
The last morning of our journey looked a little bleak. I woke up alone on the bed, a damp towel under my ass. I knew immediately the heat was over. The constant undercurrent of arousal I’d felt before was gone, replaced by a sense of satisfaction and a mellow sensation in my muscles.
I sat up and stroked my stomach. It looked a little swollen, but that must have been due to the heat and breeding. It would get smaller again before it would grow for real.
Wow.
I was really pregnant.
With Mr. Hartley. With Morton.
Why was I smiling?
I petted the curve of my belly and cupped my pec with my other hand.
Was it weird that I saw myself as beautiful all of a sudden? My womb and pecs were full of life, and I liked it. I adored it.
The door squeaked, and I jerked as if I’d been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.
Mr. Hartley was carrying a tray.
“Morning, Jamie. Are you hungry?”
“Good morning. Yes, please. I just need to…” I gestured to the bathroom.
“Sure. I’ll get it ready.”
He set the tray on the nightstand and began tidying up the bed as I scrambled off and stumbled to the bathroom. I rushed through my morning routine, then put on my silk pajama pants and a simple long-sleeved T-shirt.
Morton waited for me on the made bed, breakfast ready by his side. I climbed in to join him carefully so I wouldn’t spill the coffee.
We ate breakfast like a picnic on the bed. We didn’t talk much, but I caught his gaze many times and he smiled at me.
I was gathering the courage to ask what had been niggling at me since I’d woken up.
“Morton,” I began.
He seemed to perk up at my use of his name. “Yes, darling?”
“We said many things during the heat, didn’t we?”
“Um. Yes.”
“That’s normal, right? You get aroused, and then your mouth just…” I made a nondescript gesture with my hand.
“Jamie, I meant everything I said. The final choice is yours. But I loved what we did, and I don’t regret anything. I still want you.”
Having his kid, I’d be bound to him for the rest of my life one way or the other. Would he eventually use it against me? I really hoped Morton wasn’t that kind of alpha.
“And if I’m not ready to be a father yet… and take the emergency pill when we get to the city. Would you hate me for that?”
His face fell. Then he put the tray on the floor and gathered me into his arms.
“Of course not. You’re so young. You have your entire life in front of you. I’ll support your decision, whatever it’ll be.” He cupped my face in his hands. “I love you, Jamie. Nothing will change that.”
I blinked. My eyes prickled with tears. Maybe it had been a little evil of me to ask him that, but I needed to be sure.
“I want to keep the baby.”
He grinned. “You sneaky thing!”
“Sorry. I just…”
“I know. I know. That was clever of you. Phew, I passed the test.”
I giggled as he kissed my cheek, then my nose. His obvious happiness made my heart beat faster. My life had changed irreversibly in a matter of four days, but I was excited about my new future.
When he hugged me, we both felt how full my pecs had gotten. He carefully laid me on my back and proceeded to drink my milk until I was moaning shamelessly on each suck. Then he turned me around and licked my sore hole, bringing me to a sweet, mellow completion.
His neglected cock tented his pajama pants. Finally, I could explore.
“Take them off,” I told him.
I licked the gorgeous fat dick like a lollipop before sucking it into my throat. I took my time. His thighs were shaking before I let him come. Then I stroked the base with both hands while sucking on his luscious cockhead and swallowing every little drop of his seed.
Pressing one last kiss to his slit, I glanced up. He looked dazed as he petted my hair.
“God, Jamie. That was amazing.”
Giddy with his praise, I climbed into his lap and kissed him. He must have tasted himself on my lips, yet he only kissed me more fiercely.
“I love you,” he mumbled against my lips. He didn’t wait for my reply before he kissed me again.
Did I feel the same already?
The feeling of contented fullness in my womb was telling me yes, I loved this man.
I’d been talking myself out of crushing on Mr. Hartley for years. Now the floodgates seemed to have opened, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
If I didn’t love him yet with my entire mind and soul, I would in no time.
It’d be like falling. I could just let it happen.