MILKED BY MY ALPHA CEO

CREAMY DREAMS

LUNA STARK

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 CONTENTS

Foreword

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Sneak Peek

Afterword
Also by Luna Stark

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 CHAPTER ONE

I should have planned ahead . Stuck after hours in a conference room

and things are going to get bad real quick if I can’t get out of here. Better
planning would have resulted in me at home right now taking care of
business instead of sitting here waiting at 6 pm.The others in the room
fidget, clearly wishing they were already gone too. I probably have an extra
reason to wish I had planned better so I wouldn't be trapped in here with
them, waiting with building anxiety for the CEO to grace us with his
presence. Simply put, that reason is my breasts.
My very full of milk, aching, and needing to be pumped, breasts. The
room is silent as though we’re all afraid to talk. Eyeing the clock, I
calculate if sneaking off to the restroom before he finally arrives is even a
possibility. He’s over thirty minutes late already, which means he could
show up anytime. Damn it. I should’ve pumped earlier, but I never need to
normally at the end of the day. I prefer to pump at home because it gets a
little awkward with how my body reacts. Not to mention I’m usually always
home by 5:15pm, which works out perfect.
Late this afternoon we were all sent notice that the CEO was making a
surprise visit to our branch and requested all supervisors and management
be at the meeting. He usually comes only once a month and we always
know when that is, but today was a surprise. Not that I’m bothered by his
lack of onsite presence here. The less I see of Ryan Madden, the happier I
am. Which is why for the past year I’ve magically avoided any time in his
presence by always scheduling client meetings, on-site tours or vacations
around his scheduled arrival. My luck ran out today.
 Just as I decided to make a dash for the restroom, he came waltzing in.
Thank god I doubled up on my nursing pads.
His presence fills the room as he takes long strides over to the head of
the conference table. He’s tall with broad shoulders and his suit fits him
impeccably, like always. His dark brown hair is short on the side but longer
on top and finely styled. But his face is covered in stubble that anyone
would agree just makes him ruggedly attractive. The truth is, before my ex
asked me out, back when we were all friends in college, I had a massive
crush on Ryan. Which probably made his sudden dislike of me hurt even
more.
I didn’t always avoid him like the plague. My ex-husband and Ryan
were close friends. In college, we were all close friends. Ryan was bigger
than life and I felt so proud to be counted amongst his close circle. Being in
his presence made you feel like the center of the world.
Over the years, however, he become cold and distant to me. I could
never figure out what I’d done to upset him. He never would outwardly say
anything mean or harsh to me. He just never seemed to want to be around
me anymore. Not to mention he was always curt and short with his
responses to me when he would actually have to interact with me.
Which was awkward as hell considering he and Aidan, my ex, would
hang out often. They seemed to grow apart in the last five years, but I
figured that was natural after fifteen years and living in separate cities.
For years, Aidan would brush off how my comments about how Ryan
acted towards me and say Ryan was that way with everyone after starting
his real estate business. That the stress changed him. But that never felt like
the right reason for me. Yes, he was more closed off once he started
building his empire, but he was still pleasant to everyone, even if in a way
that meant few really knew him. But to me, he just seemed to hate me.
After they stopped being so close, Aidan started agreeing with me that
Ryan had been purposefully pushing me away and claimed Ryan disliked
me. When I asked Aidan why he lied to me in the past about it, he told me
he didn’t want me to feel bad since he was still hanging out with the guy,
but didn’t feel the need to cover for him anymore. That I deserved to be
treated better by his friends. What total shit.
When my marriage imploded two years ago, the last thing I expected
was to end up working for Ryan. Not just that, but he reached out to me via
email and offered me a job personally without me prompting.
 My world was an absolute shit show at the time. I discovered Aidan
cheating on me. Then I found out he had been doing so for years. We
owned a marketing business together. One that he had expertly set up to
squeeze me out of if the need arose. Him being caught cheating meant the
need arose. I got some money out of it, but I still needed to find a new job.
I was a mess and hanging on by a thread as I mourned the future I thought I
would have disappeared before my eyes.
Ryan’s offer was a godsend. I didn’t need to think about it. He had a
marketing team lead position for me if I wanted it in their Charlotte, NC
branch. So I took it. Packed up and headed for a fresh start that brought me
closer to family.
For the first year, each visit he made to our branch I would smile and try
to make small talk with him. He didn’t seem cold anymore, but he wasn’t
the same friendly guy from college still. I didn’t understand why he would
hire me if he disliked me so much, but he only talked with me the bare
minimum. He never scheduled meetings with me. No presentations to give
him on my team like other leads were required to do. It was odd. Then one
day, I overheard him on the phone with Aidan.

“I’m not telling you anything, Aidan,” I heard his voice just as I
came around the corner of a normally deserted part of the office
floor. Ryan’s back was to me as he stared down at his feet. His
agitation was evident.

“Because you don’t need to know.” He’s quiet for a bit, listening.
His sardonic laugh breaks through the silence and startles me. I
don’t know what to do. Worried if I move at all he might notice, so I
stay tucked against the wall just out of sight.

“She’s a subpar employee and shit at marketing.” His dry chuckle at

the end drives a knife into my gut. “You would know, you only built
a massive business together and were married for the past twelves
years.”

I move. The thought of hearing anymore is unbearable and I don’t

care if he realizes someone else is around. I move because staying to
 hear more will only allow the tears to escape me.

That was the last time I was ever around Ryan again. I always figured if
he felt I was so shitty, then he could fire me. No way I was quitting a good-
paying job I needed. One I knew I was great at. My numbers proved it. But
he never did fire me and instead we spent the past year never seeing or
speaking to each other. Until tonight.
Ryan scanned the 15 faces, all anxiously waiting to find out why we had
been held over late on a Friday evening.
“I’m sorry for keeping you all longer than expected tonight. I intended
to be in earlier, but the weather has taken a nasty turn and delayed me. I’ll
make this quick so you can get home before it turns really ugly. I know this
year has been rough with inflation. Which is why I wanted to let you all
know in person that I’m reinvesting some profits this year back to you all.
Every employee will get a five thousand dollar bonus.” Stunned silence
follows his words for a few seconds before cheers erupt and everyone is
smiling and laughing at the unexpected windfall.
Raising his hands, he waits for silence before continuing, “we will send
a memo out to everyone Monday morning and we will add the bonus to
everyon’s paychecks on the 1st in six days. Now go start your weekend.”
He waves everyone out of the room, his face humble with each thank you
thrown his way as people leave.
I’m almost to the door when he speaks again, “Tess, can you hold up
and stay a moment?” Shit. So close to being able to get home and get some
relief. I swallow my sigh and turn, I look at him and wait. “I think we
should talk. Are you free?” My stomach drops. One, whenever someone
says ‘we should talk’ it never leads to anything good in my experience.
Two, I’m about to fucking burst. My nursing pads have been absorbing the
last two letdowns I’ve had in the past hour and another one might finally be
too much.
“Sure, but if it’s alright could I use the restroom first?” I ask.
He nods his head, excusing me without another word.
Shit, is he finally firing me? I hurry down the hall to the bathroom,
wishing I could run across to the other side of the floor and grab my pump,
but that would take too much time and look like I’ve ditched him. Bursting
through the bathroom door, I fumble with the lock before opening my
blouse. I’m so happy that sweet relief is just moments away.
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 CHAPTER TWO

I haven ’ t gone this long between pumping sessions before and my rock
hard breast scream at me for it. Again, better planning and I wouldn’t be in
this predicament, but he was late and how was I supposed to know he’d
want to talk after? My hands shake as I unclasp the bra, exposing my large
firm breasts to the cool bathroom air. My nipples are large and hard while
my breasts both feel like actual firm melons as I massage them.
Come on! I’ve had several let downs already while I waited. It shouldn’t
be this hard to have it happen when I finally want it to. I try to relax, being
tense won’t help things. Closing my eyes, I focus on breathing and try to
forget Ryan is waiting for me. But then all I can think about is Ryan. His
large hands, and sexy as fuck forearms.
I feel my face flush as my other issues presents itself. Any time I milk
myself, I get turned on. Pumping or hand expression. It doesn’t matter. I
become really turned on. Which is why I prefer to do this at home and only
pump once during my lunch. It is awkward masturbating while pumping in
my office with all the other people right outside my office. And I usually
always have to masturbate because I’m just so horny.
With a firm grip, I massage downwards and then pinch and flick my
nipples, trying to stimulate my milk. I pretend it is his hands on my breasts
and that does the trick.
The telltale prickling sensation followed by an increase in pressure hits,
letting me know relief is about to come. Leaning over the cold bathroom
counter, I point my breasts down into the sink and soon hear steady streams
of milk hitting the porcelain bowl. Leaning my head on the cool mirror, I
open my eyes to watch and make sure I don’t spray anywhere else and can’t
help the low moan that escapes my lips.
Well, this is a bummer. Don’t get me wrong. I’m so glad I could do this
and get some relief. The pain was getting pretty hard to bear. But damn, I
hate wasting all that liquid gold. I usually always collect it to save. The
ache deep in the breast near my arm pits subsides as I spend several minutes
manually expressing. It is helping but not making near enough of a dent and
I’ll need to pump right away when I get home. This has done nothing more
than take the edge off. Not to mention the throbbing between my legs is
needing some attention, but I don’t dare do that before meeting with Ryan.
The meeting. Shit. I already forgot about Ryan waiting for me. How
long have I been in here? Ten minutes? Fifteen? Leaning back, I secure the
girls back in my bra when there is a firm rap at the door that startles me and
causes an odd yelp to escape my mouth.
“Tess, is everything okay?” Ryan’s deep, strong voice calls through the
door.
“I’m fine! You just startled me. Be out in a sec!” Hurriedly I button my
top back up and just as I’m about to walk towards the door, I notice the
nursing pads sitting out. Shit. They were already full, so wouldn’t be much
help, anyway. My extras are back in my office. Grabbing them, I toss them
in the garbage and pray this talk will go quickly and open the door.
“You okay?” He eyes me suspiciously. His grey eyes piercing me and I
feel a shiver run down my spine. I catch a whiff of his cologne and I have to
stop myself before I move in closer to smell it, and him. I’m grateful he
doesn’t question why I was in there so long.
“Yeah. Of course. What did you want to talk about?” My back is up
against the door. He was barely a couple feet away from it when I came out
and he hasn’t backed up to give me space. He also took off his jacket,
revealing his muscular forearms. Damn. I was just fantasying about those
forearms. A magnificent pair of forearms is such a weakness of mine. My
cheeks flush and I feel my heart pulse deep down behind my clit.
Reel it in Tess! Down, girl. We don’t like him anymore and we can take
care of business once home.
He doesn’t answer right away, instead staring at me. Searching my face.
Like he is trying to sus out if I’m telling him the truth on if I’m okay or not.
I can’t help it. I hold my breath as he does.
 “Walk with me towards your office. What I need to say won’t take long
and I don’t want to add to your already long day, since the storm is getting
worse quickly.”
“Okay.” I nod my head and we’re off, walking towards the other side of
the floor.
“Tess, I wanted to let you know I think you’re doing a great job. Your
department is doing amazing. Everything I’ve asked for has been done and
then some. Your subordinates all have nothing but positive remarks. You’ve
thought of things that are really innovative. Your department practically
runs itself with the way you manage it. You are a real asset to us.”
I’m hit with a wave of surprise. This wasn’t at all what I thought he was
wanting to talk to me about.
“Oh wow. Um. Thank you.” I’m unable to control the shock coursing
across my face. I hesitate because responding with ‘then why do you seem
to hate me and told Aidan I was shit at what I do?’ doesn’t seem quite
appropriate right now. Not to mention the fact that we haven’t talked or
seen each other in a year makes this whole interaction even harder. I just
want to get out of here and get this milk out of my breasts.
“What is it?” His low voice pulls me from my thoughts as we continue
to make our way to my office on the other side of the floor.
“Nothing.” I force a smile at him. Just then, I feel the telltale tightness
forming in my chest. Shit. That wasn’t long at all. Why am I already getting
so full again? I need to get to my pump and get the fuck home.
“It’s not nothing. Tess, what was that look for?” We’d reached my office
door, but he blocks the frame, standing with his hands on his hips, waiting
for me to respond with something other than ‘nothing’. Gazing down on
me, his eyes bore into me, all but screaming his demand to know what is in
my head.
“Fine.” I bite out, losing all semblance of sweet and passive. “I honestly
didn’t think you felt confident in my work here. If anything, I figure you
thought I was a subpar employee and shit at marketing.” I glare at him.
He flinches back in shock. But not guilt. No, the look on his face is one
I didn’t see often in the years I’ve known him. He looks very confused.
“Why the hell would you ever think that?” He demands brusquely.
“Hell, you are one of the few people I have working here that I can just
leave alone and let do your thing. I’ve never needed meetings with you to
make sure things are on track. Your weekly reports have always been
thorough and kept me in the loop.”
I huff out a laugh, staring at him in disbelief.
“Because. Ryan. It is exactly what you think. I heard you tell Aidan it
last year. Now please move so I can get my stuff and go home.” His frame
towers over me. I’m but a mouse to this giant of a man, but my words and
actions take him by surprise and I’m able to push past him into the office.
He’s silent for a beat as I gather my things. My back is to him. I don’t
want to see the reality of everything on his face. I mainly don’t want to see
the guilt of being caught and thinking I’m a shit person.
“Jesus. Tess. You have it all wrong.” He growls out.
“Oh I do, do I? So you didn’t say that to him?” I snap. I’ve gathered my
belongings and put on my jacket. Reaching finally for my pump.
“Yes, I said those words, but I wasn’t giving my opinion. He called and
demanded to know about you. When I refused to give him details, he started
spewing his typical crap. Telling me I was going to regret hiring you. Stated
that I would find out you were a ‘subpar employee and shit at marketing.’ I
knew what he was doing. His business is sinking since cutting you out, and
he was scared. You were the only reason that place did well. You were the
brains behind it all.
When he said that shit, I repeated it back to mock him. If you had heard
the rest of what I said, you would have known I didn’t really think that.
That I told him he screwed himself over. That he threw away the best thing
that will ever happen to him. He was hoping to try and get me to fire you so
he could pretend he was doing you a favor by offering you a job back with
him, but all he would really be doing is trying to save his own ass. Just like
he’s always done the entire time I’ve known him.”
I feel like I’ve had a bucket of ice water dumped on my head. This
whole time. This whole TIME, I let myself think Ryan thought I was shit
because I was too afraid to confront him. I avoid unnecessary
uncomfortable situations. But I don’t avoid admitting when I’ve made a
mistake. And I made a big one here.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him, my voice quiet. “I should’ve spoken to you about
it when it happened. I’m sorry I assumed the worse.” He steps toward me as
I pick up the pump, his eyes glancing down to my hands, and he stops his
advance.
“What is that?” He asks, a low rasp to his voice.
 “My breast-pump. I actually am overdo and need to get home to use it.”
I tell him. Looking him in the eyes.
“You have a baby?” Surprise and confusion light up his face again. I
seem to confuse him a lot tonight. Not a simple thing to do with someone as
business savvy as him.
“Yes. I mean no. Well, yes, and no.” He says nothing at my jumbled
words just staring at me in disbelief. Welp might as well explain it.
“My sister and her husband have been wanting a baby for years. They
couldn’t get pregnant naturally or with IVF. Surrogacy was their next option
and when they mentioned they were interviewing candidates, I told them
I’d be happy to be theirs if they wanted. So yes, I had a baby. But no, I
don’t have a baby. I’m pumping my milk to give to them so my niece can
have breastmilk still.”
“You have been pregnant, had a baby, and I didn’t even know?” His
voice was low and gravelly. He sounded almost hurt. He isn’t looking at me
when he says it, though. No, his eyes are focused within. It’s shocked him I
went through all that and he didn’t even know. But why would he? I made
sure to never be around this past year and he never sought me out. Hell,
everyone in the office knew the baby wasn’t for me and I had made sure
everyone also knew I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it so they didn’t
either.
“Yup. All very exciting. But I really need to get home. Again I’m sorry
about believing you felt that way.” Brushing past him onto the open floor, I
make a beeline for the elevators
“Tess, wait-” The blaring of Ryan’s cell phone cuts him off and he
curses under his breath. He answers it and barks out, “What?!” His sudden
loudness causing me to flinch.
“How bad?...Is there any idea for how long?... No, stay safe. Thank you
for letting me know.”
Patiently I wait by the elevator bank, hoping to hear the telltale ding of
the elevator soon so I can make my escape, when suddenly the room goes
black. Shit waffles!!
“Damn it,” I huff out as I hear Ryan swear again.
“Tess, the roads are out. There’s massive flooding in all directions. That
was my driver. He can’t get here and says they are closing down the roads
to traffic. They are attempting to get a safe route open to evacuate the area,
but it might be a little while.”
 “Perfect.” I grumble as I push past him towards my office once again.
“Tess-” He starts again.
“No, it’s fine, but I really need to pump. I think I’m getting engorged. I
could only get a little out in the bathroom and it is really hurting, so I can’t
talk right now.” The door closes smoothly behind me and I unpack the
breast pump faster than I take my bra off when I get home from work.
Sitting on my couch, I open my top once again and attach both flanges
through the pumping bra. Laying back, I close my eyes and hit the power
button, ready for some sweet, sweet relief.
Only the pump doesn’t start. What the fuck? Why isn’t it turning on?
Nothing lights up with any buttons I push. No. Nooo. It can’t be dead.
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S itting up , I frantically dig through the bag for spare batteries but there are
none. Damn it! Frustration, pain, and exhaustion all build to consuming
levels. Ripping the flanges and bottles off, I throw them down. I scream my
frustration out with a very primal, “FUCK!” Then the tears fall and I
collapse onto the couch.
“Tess!” I hear Ryan before he bursts into my office. I’m exposed and a
mess but can hardly care. Still, a part of me doesn’t want to be completely
mortified, so I find the will to pull my blouse closed over my increasingly
swollen breasts. What is going on with them?! Why are they getting so
engorged when I just emptied them a bit not that long ago? Fuck. A. Duck.
My life right now.
“What’s wrong?” He demands as his eyes scan the room, looking for a
threat or problem.
“My fucking pump won’t work. The batteries are dead. I can’t plug it in
because the power is out…” I suck in a breath, calming myself, “and my
breasts fucking hurt.”
He kneels before me, stroking my back gently.
“You don’t need to comfort me.” I tell him softly. “I know you don’t
like me.”
“What?” He rears back, surprise on his face. “I thought we just cleared
that all up.” He states again with confusion and a bit exasperated.
“Not that.” I pierce him with my eyes. “Don’t pretend like you haven’t
spent the past 12 years disliking me, avoiding me. You’re always cold and
indifferent to me. Any conversations we had were the bare minimum. In
fact, I think the conversation we just had was the longest, most cordial
conversation we’ve had since college. Aidan even finally admitted that you
didn’t care for me after you two drifted apart five years ago.” The storm
pelts the windows as I watch, not caring to look him in the eyes.
“Fucking hell.” He whispers. The softness of it shocking me most. I
look at him and his eyes look at me with such tenderness.
“I have never hated you, Tess. I just didn’t know how to act around
you.” He growls and the sound hits me in my core, sending goosebumps
over my flesh. I brush the feeling aside, frustration consuming me.
“Why did you need to act at all around me?! We were friends one day,
then suddenly you didn’t know how to act around me?”
“What was I supposed to do? You and Aidan were my two best friends.
The little shit knew I liked you. No, like isn’t strong in enough. I thought I
was in love with you. Then he comes up to me one day and tells me you
asked him out and that he was sorry, but you didn’t have the same feelings
for me as I did for you.” His body rocks back and he sits on the ground,
running his hands over his face in frustration.
“He asked for my blessing and I didn’t want to cause trouble, so I gave
it to him, but I was crushed. I had planned on asking you out that weekend.”
He stares at me for a beat and I’m shocked into silence, processing all he’s
said. “I never hated you. I just didn’t know how to be around you without it
killing me inside each time.”
I feel sliced open by his words. Betrayal bleeds from me yet again at
Aidan’s hands.
“That lying sack of shit!” I shout to the room before letting loose a
frustrated scream.
Ryan’s eyes are wide with concern, but I have to catch my breath and
calm myself before I can say anything. Closing my eyes, I count to three.
And then I do it again and again. Finally, I can form words.
“I never asked Aidan out. He asked me out, but not before letting it slip
to me a few days before that you had a crush on Amber Leighton. He knew
I liked you as more than a friend. When he told me about Amber, he tried to
make it seem like he was sparing me embarrassment. Then he came up to
me days later and asked me out. Saying he knew I liked someone else and
would understand if I said no but that he had always liked me and if I was
open for giving him a chance, he promised I’d never regret it.” I huff out a
laugh. Yeah, obviously that was a lie. I totally regret the chance I gave him.
 When I discovered Aidan’s cheating, I went through many emotions.
Anger being one, of course, but the red I’m seeing now, to know just how
far back his deception went. I can’t even process.
“Jesus Christ. The fucking prick played us.” Ryan laughs before
standing and pacing around the space. Reeling from the revelations that are
making me rethink the past fifteen years when something occurs to me.
“Ryan. 5 years ago, you and Aidan stopped being as close. Why?” My
voice is horse, bleeding with the pain of years of betrayal. My eyes plead
with him to tell me the truth.
“I found out he cheated on you.” His voice is rough as sandpaper. “He
swore up and down after I confronted him it was a onetime thing and he
would never do it again.”
“And you thought he’d keep his word?” I rasp out.
“I had no reason to think otherwise. I didn’t realize he had just gotten
better at hiding it. Figured the beating I gave him was enough of a deterrent
to doing it again.”
The gasp I gasped at his admission. Oh, my god.
“You beat him up?”
“Yeah. Start of our trip we went on together. He had a week and a half
to heal. I didn’t feel like being around him after that. I couldn’t understand
how he could do that to you.”
“That’s why you guys drifted apart.” Dawning realization hit me like a
train. He knew. He knew about Aidan’s infidelity.
“Why- Why didn’t you tell me? When I realized that he’d been cheating
on me for years, I felt like such an idiot and this whole time you knew!”
Hurt bleeds through my voice. Why didn’t he give me a heads up?
“I thought he was sincere in it being a mistake. I thought he would
change and worship you like you deserve. And I worried anything I said to
you he would twist and claim that I only said it because I liked you. I-” His
words die as my sobs increase. I’m not crying about him not telling me,
though. Sure, I’m upset about him not telling me, but really, that wouldn’t
have me like this.
No, I’m sobbing like my favorite author just gutted me by killing off the
character I love because the pain in my breasts has been slowly increasing
as we talk and they’ve finally reached a point where they feel like they are
going to explode. Shit. Shit. Shit! My arms move away from them, the
slightest pressure being far too much.
 “Tess, I never meant to hurt you.” He implores me with his eyes, hoping
I see the truth in his words. And I do. I really do. But shit, I couldn’t
careless right now. My breasts are the enemy.
“I’m not crying because of that.” I eek out as my blouse opens again
with no hands to hold them in place. “My fucking breasts are killing me and
I have no way to make the pain go away.” My words escaping in jilted sobs.
He watches me for a quiet moment. His soft grey eyes slowly drifting
down to my enormous and dripping chest. Seconds tick by and he seems
transfixed by my now exposed large, pink, tender nipples.
I can't help but take the time to stare at him when his eyes are distracted.
His chiseled jaw sprinkled with dark stubble. His firm and muscled thighs
were just inches away from me. And that smell. God, what an amazing
smell. Inhaling it deeply, I suddenly realize it is the first relaxed breath I’ve
had in the last hour. So relaxed, in fact, that the telltale signs of a let down
begin. I gasp at the realization just as the first steady drip of milk escapes
my nipples, hitting my thighs, the couch, and the floor.
Silently, he comes to his knees and leans toward me. My heart races
erratically and my breath is escaping hard and fast. His eyes look up into
mine and the heat blazing out of them burns my soul. He doesn’t pause; he
doesn’t ask, he just watches me for any sign that I don’t want this as his
thumb softly grazes my breast. But I want this. This would put an end to the
agony in my chest. But that isn’t the only reason I want this though. I want
this because my core is throbbing with need. I want this because I once long
ago wanted to know what this man’s skin would feel like on mine. I want
this so badly I’m vibrating with need.
His breath is a warm caress just before his lips enclose over my hard,
pert nipple and I gasp in ecstasy at the sensation. His tongue caresses me
before he fully latches and sucks.
Oh. My. God.
The feeling is beyond compare and the sudden relief I feel with his
powerful pull on my milk is divine. My eyes close and my head rolls back
as I collapse forward into him. He grabs hold of me and cradles me in his
lap as he rolls back so that I’m straddling him but leaning forward. He
never breaks contact with my breast.
A heavy stream flows from my tit into his mouth, so much so that he
gulps feverishly to keep up with it, but the cream still escapes from the
corners of his mouth. His hands roam over my exposed stomach and then
splay across my back, gripping me as though afraid I might get up and bolt.
No chance of that. I need this. No way am I going to give up the relief he is
giving me. I’m so wet I must be leaving behind a spot on his pants
He lets out a growl and the vibrates over my nipple, sending shock
waves to my needy clit. Oh god. My eyes roll back as I grind my pelvis
down in response. This is wholly erotic and I’m turned on like I’ve never
been before. This is definitely not at all what happens to me when I use the
breast pump and finger myself.
He continues to suck me as his hands travel down over my ass and to
my thighs, connecting to my bare skin before sliding back up under the skirt
to grab hold of my ass. I feel feverish with need. I’ve never felt myself
turned on in this way before. Not even with Aidan. He pushes me down
onto him, and I am very aware of his very hard cock pressing back into me.
I let loose a moan as I rock over his shaft. Using the friction to bring me
closer and closer to the edge. So much better than just my fingers by
myself. The only sounds are his growls, the sucking and my moans. My
skin is on fire and my pussy is soaking wet. I can not only feel it, but hear
the slick noise I make with each rock of my pelvis. I’m that moist. Yeah, I
said it moist. That dirty, naughty word no one likes to say. Well, I am
fucking moist as fuck and I can feel my juices trickling out of me.
We go on like this for at least ten minutes and I somehow keep from
falling into my release. It’s too good for it to end already. With a sudden
popping sound, Ryan comes off my breast and stares at it with such
intensity as it swings above his face and I grind back and forth over him.
His fingers flex on my ass as he arches his own pelvis up to me, meeting
each of my thrusts with one of his own before he latches on to my other
breast without a word and begins sucking it just as fiercely as he had the
other.
I feel another let down and the stream hits the back of his throat, making
him have to swallow it down quickly.
We both lay like this, rocking into each other as the pulsing need in my
clit builds even higher. I whimper out, wanting to reach release and as if
he’s read my mind, Ryan moves to help me get there.
His hand glides from my ass and comes around to move between us.
Working my underwear to the side, he shoves his strong long finger deep
inside my pussy while his other fingers rub across my clit. I’m so wet that
he glides effortlessly in and out of me. My moans transform into frantic
keening as I get closer and closer to coming.
He flicks his tongue back and forth across my nipple before nibbling
down on it with his teeth, as though he knows it is the magic button to send
me over the edge.
“Yesss!!!” I scream out my release, riding his fingers hard. Finally, I
collapse off him to the side. His mouth still attached to my breast.
I feel his sucking slow and he ever so gently removes his fingers but
drags them across my clit, sending ripples of pleasure through my sensitive
flesh. My breathing is all I can hear. That was epic and was just with his
fingers.
I turn to look at him but before I can say anything the lights suddenly
come on, surprising both of us and we flinch. But what really gets me
moving is the sudden voice I hear.
“Mr. Madden?” A man calls out from outside the office. Our eyes round
in shock. Shit! Jumping up I quickly right myself while Ryan apparently
does the same behind me. Ryan is out the door before I’m done, calling
back to the man.
“Chris?” Ryan’s masculine voice calls out.
“Mr. Madden, there is a cleared road back into town. And they’ve been
able to restore some power.”
I listen to the exchange while grabbing my purse and other things I need
that are lying around. The road is open so I can get home. Which I need to
do because if this Chris guy hadn’t shown up, I likely would’ve let Ryan do
far more to me than suck my tits and get me off. I dash out of my office,
making a beeline for the stairway on the other side of the office floor.
“Tess, let me take you home-” Ryan calls out before I cut him off.
“Nope. I’m good. I need my car for the weekend and like he said, there
is an open road now so I’ll just see myself home.” I don’t wait for a
response before I burst into the stairwell and make a hasty retreat to the
safety of my car.
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T he storm was still nasty out, but the drive home wasn’t bad. They had
cleared a path for those who were stuck in the business district, and I made
it home safely. My power was out, though. So I’d not be pumping again this
evening before bed since I couldn’t find any spare batteries here either.
Again, poor planning.
Granted, Ryan really sucked me dry, so I should be good for the night,
even if I get a little full. It had only been a couple hours since and I could
already feel them becoming heavy once again. Hopefully, the power would
be restored by morning and I could pump.
I pulled my fuzzy blanket up tighter around me as I snuggled in on the
couch. I had several battery powered lanterns scattered around the living
room. I decided to sleep on the couch instead of my bed. It just felt cozier.
Being back home and under a blanket didn’t wipe away the images from
earlier, though. Closing my eyes, everything rushed back. The feel of his
hands on me, in me. His mouth pulling the milk from my breast. My god
that was the best feeling in the world. The relief it brought me, coupled with
how turned on it made me feel. The mere thought had my hands drifting
back down below my waist band. I might have come earlier, but I didn’t get
what I really needed. My pussy throbbed with the need of being filled.
I could feel how hard he was beneath me. He was turned on, too. And
he was big. My fingers glided around as my arousal built at the memories.
God, what would have happened if the power didn’t return and his driver
didn’t show back up? I know what would have happened. I would have
finally gotten to feel what it is like to be dominated by Ryan Madden.
 I was lost in the thought of what could have been, working myself up
easily since my body was primed from earlier. I fantasizing that Ryan was
naked in front of me, fisting his cock when my eyes flew open at the sound
of pounding on my door.
“Tess. Open up!” Ryan’s voice boomed through the solid wood door. It
was like I’d conjured him to me. I stood and righted my clothes as I stared
at the front door. “Tess!” He called out again.
Shit. Here goes. I took my time walking over. For some reason, I
enjoyed irking him a little. Maybe it had to do with him not telling me he
liked me all those years ago. Or more likely because he didn’t give me a
heads up that my ex was a cheating scum. I’m petty. What can I say? I still
really liked the guy and my body wanted him badly, unfortunately. But he
didn’t need to know that.
Unlocking the door, I swing it open and give Ryan one hell of an
exasperate look. He didn’t need to know that mere minutes ago, I was
begging him to fuck me in my head.
“Ryan. Why are you here? Is there a problem?” I ask in a bored tone to
hide my chaotic insides.
His eyes bore into mine. He watches me a beat, not saying anything. I
almost break and speak again, but I hold his stare and keep my mouth shut.
I’m not the one that came to him and for some reason this feels like a
struggle of wills right now.
He takes a step into my house and right into my space, forcing me to
back up. Two more steps forward and he closes the door. I finally break the
silence.
“Ryan-”
“We aren’t done.” His voice a low rumble. My breath catches in my
throat and my folds feel warm and heavy.
“What do you mean, exactly?” I whisper as I look up at him.
“After fifteen years, I’m finally going to have you. I’m going to pound
that sweet pussy and make you cry my name. You’ll feed me your sweet
cream and take my seed. We aren’t done and I don’t think we’ll ever be
done. We have wasted too many years as it is and I’m not going to waste
anymore time. We didn’t get to finish things back at the office and I’m
going to make you understand how you should’ve been treated all these
years.
 My pulse leaps at his words and my skin flushes with heat. He wasn’t
asking, he was telling and anyone else I would have been angry and
slapping upside the head already but this wasn’t anyone else. This was Ryan
Madden, CEO, and the man I’d secretly get off to for the past fifteen years.
My body knew it wanted everything he had said he was going to do.
His hand cradled my cheek, his thumb running slow circles over my
skin before his mouth crashed down on mine. The kiss was rough and filled
with passion. His tongue commanding mine before he broke away and
feathered kisses down my chin to my neck.
My hands had a mind of their own and found their way to his belt
buckle. I wanted that cock out now.
Minutes ticked by, but everything was a blur. He quickly removed my
clothes and I found his stunning, naked form before me. His long thick
erection made my mouth water and my breast bounced with each step I
took, so full again.
He picked me up and walked us to my bedroom.
“So fucking beautiful. Look at your gorgeous tits and all your luscious
curves.” His mouth crashes down on my breast and eagerly he sucks,
willing them to release my cream. It hardly took anytime for them to let
down and he was once again was sucking heavy streams into his mouth,
gulping them down.
My pussy is wet and slick. Dripping with desire and aching to finally be
filled and stretched. I grasped his silky cock and fisted it, feeling the pre-
cum coat my hand as I glided over the velvety, veiny skin. We continued on
like that for several more minutes before he let go and sat back on his
knees, spreading my legs wide.
“You are mine. You understand that? Those breasts are mine to relieve.
You can pump still, but I get my share at least once a day. This beautiful
cunt is my cunt now. I get to fuck it and suck it every day. Lunch and
dinner preferably.”
His words were demanding and offered no room for negotiation. Just
like him with his business deals. I should be pissed. I should tell him where
to shove it, but that was the problem. I wanted him to shove it in me. But I
wasn’t a doormat either.
“I’m yours. But you’re mine too.” I spear him with a look. “I don’t
share and won’t share.” I tell him, emotion threatening to make my voice
crack.
 “Only you.” He growls before impaling me with his throbbing cock. He
spreads me wide and bare. He has no condom on. He doesn’t wait for me to
adjust to his size. Instead, he pounds me viciously. “I’m going to fill your
pussy with my cum. Going to do it every day until you’re pregnant with my
child. I want to see you swollen with my seed. I want you producing milk
constantly too. Best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.” He grounds his words
out at the end.
He fucks me hard and fast. My tits bouncing wildly around, milk
splashing every which way. My pussy throbs and tightens around his cock
as an orgasms blast through me again today. I clench and bear down on his
cock, which sends him over the edge.
“Fuck!!” He roars as his body stills deep inside me. Hot spurts of cum
pulse in me, filling me up. His hands hold my legs to him and he grunts
with each spastic release.
Finally, after what seems like forever, he slowly lowers my legs and
hips, pulling his softening cock out slowly. I feel his cum seep out and run
down my ass. Ryan gets up and walks to the side of the bed near my head.
Grabbing his semi-hard cock, he runs the cum mixture over my lips while
prodding at them. I open and he pushes in, his hands holding the back of my
head and he slowly pumps in and out while my tongue sweeps over,
sucking the musky mixture off of him.
I say nothing as I suck his cock and he leans over, latching on to the
breast he had yet to drain and. We both fall into a rhythm and he drains my
breast as I clean his cock and bring it back to fully erect. Ryan’s hand runs
down my body until it finds my cum filled pussy and he fingers me.
Pumping his cum back into me over and over before taking some and
smearing it up my clit and over my thighs.
His hips thrust gently back and forth, but still I gag multiple times on
his large cock. Time fades away. We continue on like that for what seems
like forever and yet no time at all. Ryan’s thrust become faster and hard. His
cock shoving deeper down my throat, his fingers matching the same tempo.
With another roar, he releases deep down my throat and I orgasm again
on his fingers. Hot sticky cum gags me and I try my best to swallow it all,
but some escape the side of my mouth. He continues to pump into my
mouth lazily and I clean him before he finally crashes on the bed beside me.
“Monday morning, we have an 8 o’clock meeting in my office. I want
some special cream in my coffee.”
 Laughing, I tell him, “Sure thing, boss, anything you want. I guess this
means our branch is your home office now?”
“Damn right it is.”

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THE ALPHA BOSS’S CREAMER

“S o , what do you know about the new boss?” Kim asks as she mixes her
morning coffee.
“Not much, actually. Mr. Marshall left so suddenly I got no info. HR
just said that I was to come in and work business as usual the last couple of
weeks and said the new guy would be in Today.” I adjusted my pump shield
before continuing on. “I’m honestly still not sure what happened with Mr.
Marshall. I wasn’t aware of any wrongdoing or if he had any sick family
members. He seemed in good health.” The long streaming pull of the milk
had slowed considerably in the last minute until, finally, nothing came out
at all. Shutting down my pump, I detached the shield and covered myself
back up.
My breasts had jumped from a C cup to DDD ever since having my
baby. This was my mid-morning pumping break. I’d do it again at lunch
and then at my mid-afternoon break again. I wanted to make sure I had
enough to carry us through to at least a year before weaning, and ever since
returning to work two months ago, I’ve feared not nursing directly on
demand would cause my supply to dry up.
“Jaden, at reception, said she saw Jed from HR talking to this fine as
fuck bearded god in a power suit on the way to the elevator this morning. I
bet that was him.” Her eyes stare off dreamily as she sighs.
“Jaden over-sexualizes everyone she describes. You can’t trust her
word. Besides, I’d rather him not be attractive. It makes it easier just to
work and not fight off all the adoring potential trophy wives. Do you
remember the boss I had right before they transferred me to Mr. Marshall?
So many gold diggers that entire month were all coming up with excuses to
talk to him. Or! The other women who worked here were trying to catch
him near the office! Always with small talk to make it seem like they had a
reason to be outside his office. It was exhausting, and I got only half of
what work I needed to do done.” I put the lid on the bottles, storing them in
my cooler in the fridge before washing and packing up the rest of the pump
pieces.
“Come on, after working for Mr. Marshall, would it be so horrible to
have some eye candy around? Not to mention since your baby daddy jerkoff
Derrek split from you, you have not been properly fucked lately. With your
gorgeous full tits, you have so many tongues wagging and haven’t put them
to use at all.”
“Yes. Yes, it would be horrible for all the reasons I just described. Also,
a hot boss isn’t what my sad pussy needs. That would make things too
complicated. My B.O.B. suffices for now. Besides, it would be awkward
dating and sleeping with someone for me right now. The minute I orgasm, I
spray milk everywhere. I mean shit, I get turned on three times a day here.
Pumping has my nipples hypersensitive, and it’s embarrassing. The only
place I would be cool with milk spraying from my tits is Club Lux. I just
want to put in my nine to five and get home to my baby. Did I tell you with
this new boss, I also got a pay bump? Which was odd, but I’ll take it.” We
walked toward the exit, both ready to get back to work.
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