Milk for the Billionaire (billionaire domination and lactation erotica) Read Free Page B

sopping pussy as a prelude to a
mind-bending series of muscle squeezes and pulses. She felt her
walls grip Mr. Madisen’s curling fingers and hold them in place as
another tiny geyser spouted out of her sex and onto Mr. Madisen’s
chin.
    He kept his tongue going, lashing quicker.
His fingers pressing harder into her body, he coaxed from her an
orgasm that made her toes curl up, her heart beat faster and her
brain almost turn off. The scent of her musk, the feeling of his
hands and tongue, and the wildly erotic, animalistic sensuality of
the trails of milk running down her sides drove her to heights she
had never before visited; vistas of pleasure she never imagined.
She let out squeals, grunts, and finally, the hot, desperate air in
the back of her lungs escaped her chest in a torrent as the last of
her pussy juice escaped her sex, wetting the carpet under her
body.
    She pulled in a huge breath, held it for a
moment, and then exhaled.
    Mr. Madisen put his hand against the side of
her face, petting her with fingers that filled her nostrils with
the intoxicating scent of her own sex.
    He smiled warmly, his chest glistening with a
mix of sweat and her juice.
    For a moment they just stared at one another,
almost as though neither was sure what to do. Sandy made the
move.

    She briefly rested her hand on top of Mr.
Madisen’s before reaching down for his cock. Sandy drew her knees
up and put them around her boss’s back, tilting her hips so that
she could stroke his tip against her slit. As soon as she touched
the head of his cock against her sensitive, soaking wet pussy lips,
an aftershock made her body tingle with an electric charge. She
giggled a little, and rubbed him against her clit, sending another
thrill up her spine.
    Mr. Madisen looked down at her, grabbed her
hips in his hands and lifted her body to his.
    A sense of completion, of fullness, began to
spread through Sandy as her pussy stretched around Mr. Madisen’s
engorged cock. She purred when he removed one of his hands
and returned it to her chest, kneading those big, beautiful tits
that so obsessed him.
    He moved back and forth in slow, cautious
strokes, obviously wanting her to be ready before he shoved deep.
She tried to urge him in, to make him move quicker, but he was
enjoying his meticulous pace.
    “Please,” Sandy begged, sucking her lip
between her teeth and looking up at Mr. Madisen’s powerful,
gorgeous chest, “please fuck me, Mister Madisen. Please shove that
dick all the way in me. I can’t take anymore! You’re teasing me so
badly. All your dirty secretary wants is for you to fuck her and
suck all this milk out of her tits.” She affected a sort of
little-girl voice and gave one of her tits a squeeze, letting more
liquid run down her hand before she stuck her finger in her mouth
and licked it off.
    Either the dirty talk, or the playing with
her body and licking made Mr. Madisen change his mind about how
fast to bury himself in her pussy.
    “How’s this?” He asked, as his cock’s head
disappeared inside his secretary, the walls of her vagina squeezing
him, pulling him inside and refusing to let go. “Mmm... you’re so
warm,” he said, massaging her waist, “so wet, so tight.” He arched
his back toward her, pushing in another inch. “I love the way
you’re gripping me, this snatch is so good, Sandy, I never want to
stop fucking you.” He pulled his prick halfway out, and then
stroked in again, giving her another inch.
    She sighed, leaned her head back and closed
her eyes. “Do whatever you want with my body, Mister Madisen,” she
said, “I’m all yours whenever you want me.”
    “Good,” he said, pushing forward, “I’ll
remember that.”
    Elation flooded Sandy again the instant she
felt Mr. Madisen’s smooth, heavy balls come to rest against her.
She moved her hips again, trying to work him just a little deeper,
and then started to rotate them.
    “Put your feet straight out,” Mr. Madisen
said, his voice barely above a