Billion Dollar Milkmaid: The Complete Series Read Online Free Page A
Author: Simone Holloway
through her hair. She rode him hard.
Mr. King moaned one final time before coming inside her.
He grabbed her by the neck and pulled her in close for a kiss. Amy bit at his lips playfully. She sucked and ran her tongue over his mouth the same way he had over nipples.
Mr. King laughed. Kissing her neck and breasts he shifted her to the side and rose.
“Where are you going?” she asked. “I have a surprise for you.”
She’d carefully packed the milk she’d pumped earlier that day. He wasn’t expecting it and she knew it would make him happy. Plus, she would get a bonus on her next paycheck.
“I was going to fetch your money.”
Amy found it slightly irritating the way he insisted on paying her straight away. A part of her hoped their arrangement would become more than business. If only she could get rid of that wretched girlfriend, she thought.
Mr. King walked to the bar and began to pour a drink.
“Oh! Don’t drink that,” she called after him.
He stopped and looked at her questioningly.
“You’ll ruin your appetite.”
Amy stood and crossed the room to where she’d left her bag. She turned and bent over, in full view of Mr. King. She wanted to make sure he could see her ass. She pulled out the jar of freshly pumped milk. Holding it out in front of her as if it were a prized possession, she presented it to him.
He held it up to the light and examined it closely. “Is it from today?”
She nodded her head and smiled like a child eager to please their parent.
He opened the lid and smelled the liquid inside. Satisfied, he upended the glass and swallowed the milk in one swift motion.
“I’ll add the money onto your check,” he said, before turning back to the bar.
Amy felt defeated. She had expected him to pleased with her.
“Are you happy with the-” she still struggled to call it what it was: milk. She remembered back to their first meeting when he had, ‘tested her merchandise. “With the merchandise?” she said.
Mr. King laughed and said, “Yes, it is top quality.”
It suddenly struck her that she wasn’t the first woman he’d done this with. Amy sat down on a bar stool and leaned onto the counter. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts propping them up in Mr. King’s direct line of sight. She never wanted them to be far from his mind.
“Do I make you happy?” she asked.
“Amy…” He sighed. “You make me very happy.” His face was twisted as if the idea of happiness brought him pain. “Too happy maybe,” he added quietly.
That phrase again: ‘too happy.’ It gave her the chills. What did he see in that awful woman he called his girlfriend? She wondered.
“Your girlfriend seems friendly.” As soon as the words left her mouth she wished she could take them back.
He looked up at her from the drinks he was mixing. It felt as if the temperature in the room dropped by about twenty degrees.
“Yes,” he said, “she is.” His voice flat, but slightly strained. It sounded like he was speaking through gritted teeth.
“Does she make you happy?”
Amy had no idea what possessed her. She knew she was treading in dangerous territory. One false move and she could lose Mr. King forever.
He put the lid back on an empty liquor bottle and reached into his coat pocket. He pulled out his checkbook and scribbled an amount.
“I think we’re done for the night,” he said crossly.
He tore the check free from the book with a bit too much force and handed it to her. “You should get dressed. I have an early morning.”
Amy felt like she’d been swallowed by quicksand. She was terrified to move or breathe. Somehow she made it across the room to her clothes. Her hands shook as she dressed. She hoped she hadn’t ruined their arrangement.
Suddenly, his hand was on her elbow and he was leading her out of the house. At the door she stopped and
Mr. King moaned one final time before coming inside her.
He grabbed her by the neck and pulled her in close for a kiss. Amy bit at his lips playfully. She sucked and ran her tongue over his mouth the same way he had over nipples.
Mr. King laughed. Kissing her neck and breasts he shifted her to the side and rose.
“Where are you going?” she asked. “I have a surprise for you.”
She’d carefully packed the milk she’d pumped earlier that day. He wasn’t expecting it and she knew it would make him happy. Plus, she would get a bonus on her next paycheck.
“I was going to fetch your money.”
Amy found it slightly irritating the way he insisted on paying her straight away. A part of her hoped their arrangement would become more than business. If only she could get rid of that wretched girlfriend, she thought.
Mr. King walked to the bar and began to pour a drink.
“Oh! Don’t drink that,” she called after him.
He stopped and looked at her questioningly.
“You’ll ruin your appetite.”
Amy stood and crossed the room to where she’d left her bag. She turned and bent over, in full view of Mr. King. She wanted to make sure he could see her ass. She pulled out the jar of freshly pumped milk. Holding it out in front of her as if it were a prized possession, she presented it to him.
He held it up to the light and examined it closely. “Is it from today?”
She nodded her head and smiled like a child eager to please their parent.
He opened the lid and smelled the liquid inside. Satisfied, he upended the glass and swallowed the milk in one swift motion.
“I’ll add the money onto your check,” he said, before turning back to the bar.
Amy felt defeated. She had expected him to pleased with her.
“Are you happy with the-” she still struggled to call it what it was: milk. She remembered back to their first meeting when he had, ‘tested her merchandise. “With the merchandise?” she said.
Mr. King laughed and said, “Yes, it is top quality.”
It suddenly struck her that she wasn’t the first woman he’d done this with. Amy sat down on a bar stool and leaned onto the counter. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts propping them up in Mr. King’s direct line of sight. She never wanted them to be far from his mind.
“Do I make you happy?” she asked.
“Amy…” He sighed. “You make me very happy.” His face was twisted as if the idea of happiness brought him pain. “Too happy maybe,” he added quietly.
That phrase again: ‘too happy.’ It gave her the chills. What did he see in that awful woman he called his girlfriend? She wondered.
“Your girlfriend seems friendly.” As soon as the words left her mouth she wished she could take them back.
He looked up at her from the drinks he was mixing. It felt as if the temperature in the room dropped by about twenty degrees.
“Yes,” he said, “she is.” His voice flat, but slightly strained. It sounded like he was speaking through gritted teeth.
“Does she make you happy?”
Amy had no idea what possessed her. She knew she was treading in dangerous territory. One false move and she could lose Mr. King forever.
He put the lid back on an empty liquor bottle and reached into his coat pocket. He pulled out his checkbook and scribbled an amount.
“I think we’re done for the night,” he said crossly.
He tore the check free from the book with a bit too much force and handed it to her. “You should get dressed. I have an early morning.”
Amy felt like she’d been swallowed by quicksand. She was terrified to move or breathe. Somehow she made it across the room to her clothes. Her hands shook as she dressed. She hoped she hadn’t ruined their arrangement.
Suddenly, his hand was on her elbow and he was leading her out of the house. At the door she stopped and
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