Billion Dollar Milkmaid: The Complete Series (10 page)

He suddenly pulled away from her and took her face in his hands. He hesitated. Amy wondered why he lingered. It was as if there was something in him that wanted to resist her.

Whatever part of him said no, lost. His lips met hers hungrily. A wave of aggression overtook him as his kissed her feverishly.

His desire was infectious. Amy found herself afflicted with the same wanton need that haunted Patrick.

She bit at his lips and ran her tongue in and out of his mouth. The feeling of his full lips pressed against hers lit a spark in her. Warmth radiated from deep inside her, spreading up through her breasts and down between her legs.

Amy pulled off her robe and threw it to the floor. She separated from Patrick long enough to lift her slip over her head and discard it.

He grabbed her legs and spread them wide. Before she could wrap them around his waist, he plunged his cock into her.

He fucked her hard. The desk shook with the force of his thrusts. Amy clung him to like a drowning woman.

The pleasant warmth and tingling inside her exploded into a ravenous exultation. She squeezed him between her thighs, challenging him to fuck her harder. He met her demands and easily exceeded them.

His thick cock set a punishing rhythm as it entered her again and again. It felt perversely cleansing to have him fuck her so roughly. It was like she was atoning for cheating with Hunter, except that she loved every moment of Patrick’s ‘punishment.’ She felt with every thrust as if some wall between was breaking down.

Amy could feel him work through his anger. A part of her felt slightly guilty about enjoying the experience, but he was amazing in bed. Plus, she’d spent most of her life being taken advantage of, to suddenly have the upper hand was exhilarating and new.

Amy fucked Patrick hard; she eagerly moved as aggressively as he did.

His stamina was unyielding. It was like they were in a competition to see who would come first. It was Amy that relented. Make no mistake, she was happy to lose that battle.

When she came she felt as if she had been reborn. A new life lay ahead, but what it entailed she was still yet to know.

Patrick came shortly thereafter. The two kept their bodies pressed together: face-to-face, arms wrapped around one another; their limbs tangled like Siamese twins.

When Patrick released her Amy saw something on his face she’d never seen before: contentment. His face was normally a kaleidoscope of emotions, but peacefulness usually didn’t figure into his repertoire.

The moment was short-lived. A dark cloud settled in his eyes. Amy didn’t know what he was thinking, but the brief respite from their difficulties was gone.

Desperate to recapture the moment, Amy ran her hands between and under breasts suggestively.

“You’re not finished, are you?” she asked, kittenishly.

Patrick stared at her chest and smiled. There was something about his grin that excited Amy. It was boyish and lascivious; intelligent and perverse, all at the same time.

He pressed her breasts together and squeezed. He took a second to admire her large creamy, white mounds before passing his tongue over her left nipple.

They’d done this act several times, but it never failed to catch Amy by surprise.

She giggled girlishly at the sensation. It was ticklish and arousing; she’d come to love it.

Sometimes, when she was alone at night she would pinch her nipples and run her fingers over them to try and recreate the feeling, but it wasn’t the same. Patrick had the magic touch that drove her wild.

His lips fit around her nipple perfectly. Amy’s areola tingled with anticipation. Patrick hesitated. He loved teasing her; it drove her mad in the best possible way.

His tongue flicked over her nipple, sending a spasm of pleasure throughout Amy’s body.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned.

Her breasts began to ache. They were full of milk and fit to burst. Sensing that his teasing was turning into torture, Patrick began sucking. He sucked gently at first, letting the sweet milk drip over his tongue.

It wasn’t long, however, before his passion defeated his restraint. He began to suck greedily.

On a less experienced woman, it might have been a painful sensation, but Amy loved it. The pinched sharp feeling mingled with her pleasure to create an entirely new, entirely unquantifiable sensation. It was like discovering a sixth sense related to sex.

Patrick finished her left breast and moved on to the right. He wasted no time. He emptied it, just as Amy felt herself climax for the second time.

Amy looked down at him and laughed. A wave of relief washed over her. She slapped his face playfully and rose.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

Amy smiled and walked around his desk to where Patrick kept his checkbook. She pulled it out of the desk drawer and waved it in front of him.

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” she said.

“What?” he asked, his face growing serious.

“The money. I don’t want to be on the payroll.”

“Don’t you think it’s easier this way? Less complicated?”

Amy sighed. As if things could possibly be any more complicated, she thought. “We’re in this together now, right?”

Patrick nodded reluctantly.

“Good. Then let’s teach Hunter and Anna Belle a lesson in trust.”

7

Amy brushed the back of the man’s shoulders with her fingertips. Delicately, she traced the hard muscles on his back, her touch as gentle as a feather.

She smiled when he suppressed a shiver. Amy would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t find the man attractive. He was athletic and handsome. His skin was warm; his muscles thick and well-defined.

Amy swallowed hard. She had to stay focused. She thought of Patrick and their future together. If, she thought, they have a future together it will depend upon several factors, one being the man sitting before her.

She had a plan. A plan, she’d run over and over with Patrick. It was important to her that he know everything. No secrets, not anymore. If they were going to forget the mistakes of the past and move on, they had to start now by moving forward together.

The man suddenly grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed her fingers sweetly and smiled up at her. His smile physically pained her. This man, Jack, was Hunter’s son. He was like his father in every way except for one: he was innocent.

Where his father was greedy, Jack was generous; when he was cutthroat, Jack tried to be the diplomat. It broke Amy’s heart that a genuinely good man like Jack was caught in the middle of this. But it wasn’t her fault, it was Hunters. At least, that what she kept telling herself. Still, she couldn’t shake the guilt. Here she was using Jack and he was completely clueless.

Jack kissed the palm of her hand, then released her. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

Amy blanched. She found it hard to hide her feelings. Her guilt must have been written all over her face. She forced a smile and a soft laugh.

“Nothing, I was just thinking how sad it is that we have so little time together.”

Jack’s eyes lit up. He suddenly looked very young, like a boy with his first girlfriend. It broke Amy’s heart. She resolved to do whatever she could to make sure Jack was treated as gently as possible throughout this whole ordeal. She wanted him to come out of this as unscathed as possible.

Patrick hated Hunter’s family, but he was uncertain about how to feel about Jack. She hoped the three of them could work out a peaceful agreement after they destroyed Hunter.

Amy and Patrick had fallen back into old roles. At least, that’s what they wanted it to look like. Patrick took Anna Belle back. Their relationship was the best it had ever been. The two of them were gleefully planning their wedding. Or so everyone believed.

It made Amy laugh how easily Patrick ingratiated himself with Anna Belle and Hunter. They were the most narcissistic people Amy had ever met. All Patrick had to do was stroke Anna Belle’s ego and constantly defer to Hunter’s ‘brilliance’ in all business matters.

Amy discovered it was easy to manipulate egomaniacs if you told them lies they believed to be true about themselves. In the case of Hunter, he was convinced that he was the best businessman in the game; a man with sophisticated taste and an unimpeachable record.

Anna Belle was even worse. She was vain, ignorant and convinced she was ‘special’ in some indefinable way. She had a princess complex that made Amy want to vomit, but it at least made Anna Belle predictable. As long as Patrick kept her occupied with wedding details and compliments she wasn’t a threat.

Jack rose and put on his shirt. His sexual proclivities were fairly conventional. He saw Amy’s ability as a curiosity. He wasn’t repulsed by it, but he wasn’t turned on by it either.

She’d offered him her breasts and he laughed. Amy felt slighted by his reprieve, but his prowess in the bedroom made up for it.

Earlier, he’d thrown her on her back and fucked her hard. His cock was thick and long, bigger than his fathers, Amy thought mischievously. He was good in bed. In truth, he was exceptional, but Amy felt uncomfortable enjoying their time together too much.

The plan was on shaky ground with Patrick. He wasn’t happy about her sleeping with Jack, but he understood it was necessary if they were going to get intimate knowledge of Hunter’s plans. Plus, when Anna Belle and Hunter discovered Amy was sleeping with Jack, they would be furious.

As much as Amy tried to stay detached she couldn’t help liking Jack. As she watched him dress, she bit her lip deep in thought. Revenge against Hunter and Anna Belle gave her pleasure, but at what cost? It wasn’t Jacks fault that Hunter was his father. We don’t get to choose our families. Things would only get worse before they got better, that was guaranteed.

“You have that look again,” Jack said, “like you’re somewhere else.”

Amy smiled and shrugged. She stretched out on the bed and patted the mattress. “Why don’t you lie down… remind me of what’s real.”

Jack shook his head. “You’re evil,” he said playfully.

He crawled across the bed towards her. She wore only a thin slip with no underwear. His hand found itself between her legs. The movement was so natural and free from self-consciousness that it gave Amy pause. They interacted with the ease of old lovers. It was immensely enjoyable, but Amy was struggling to keep her head in the game.

She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that it was Patrick with his hand between her legs. Jack’s hands however were larger than Patrick’s. His fingers were longer and more delicate, like a musician.

He massaged her clit slowly. His movement were deliberate and soft. Amy tried to hold Patrick’s face in her mind, but failed. Finally, she gave into the moment. She relaxed and let Jack take her.

She began breathing rapidly. Her large chest rose and fell as she felt a growing burst of ecstasy radiate deep inside her. She began squeezing her breasts and rubbing them roughly. They ached and tingled, desperate for the release Jack’s full supple lips could bring her.

Without thinking, she pulled down her slip and grabbed Jack’s head. She pulled him to her breasts forcefully. There was a moments hesitation, then Jack’s curiosity got the better of him. His lips found their way to her right nipple slowly. Shyly, he flicked her nipple with his tongue, sending Amy into fits of laughter. Embarrassed, Jack moved away from her.

“No!” Amy protested. “I love it. It’s just… ticklish, sometimes.” Now it was her turn to feel embarrassed. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she added quickly.