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“Mmm. Yes. Suck it harder…”

I obeyed, and Jamie rewarded me with a sweet cry and a thick spray of milk into my throat. When he spoke next, his words were garbled.

“How is it… to fuck your assistant… over your desk?”

I licked his nipples, pulled out of his hole, and tugged him onto his feet before turning him around. He braced himself with his hands on my desk. The string between his ass cheeks was soaked with slick. I dragged the panties down and spanked each rosy ass cheek a couple of times.

“Love fucking my assistant. And it’ll only get better once he’s my husband.”

I filled him again, and Jamie sank to his elbows, shoving my laptop aside.

“Harder, please, sir.”

Punching my hips forward, I gave him what he asked for. It seemed he couldn’t speak anymore. After a few thrusts, his hole clamped up on my dick as his joyous cries filled the office, and a familiar sense of pride filled my chest.

My Jamie was feeling good.

I made him come three times. Toward the end, he rocked back and forth, his elbows sliding in a puddle of milk on my desk, and the sounds coming from his chest were hoarse and animalistic. I drove my cock as deep as I could, pushing against the mouth to his womb, and let the ecstasy swallow me.

The orgasm faded slowly, and my legs gave up. Slipping out from Jamie’s body, I sat back in my chair.

Jamie’s ass was a sight for the gods. Ass cheeks reddened, hole gaping open, rim puffy, slick and cum drooling out. I grabbed him by his waist and drew him into my lap. I was still mostly dressed, sweating in my suit and tie, but it wouldn’t be the first time my pants got stained during hot sex with my omega.

“That was amazing,” Jamie mumbled, snuggling into my arms. After a proper reaming, he got all mellow and cuddly. It was adorable.

“You fuck like a god,” he added.

“Do I?”

“Uh-huh. I’m a lucky man to be marrying you next month.”

“Jamie, darling, you have no idea.”

He looked up at me, his glassy eyes blinking sleepily.

“About what?”

I stroked his pregnant belly and pressed a kiss to his temple. “I feel like the luckiest bastard on the planet every time you simply walk into the room.”

His smile shone like a supernova.

“So you’re not stressing about the contract anymore?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Not in the least bit. It can wait. But you, my darling fiancé, seem tired. Let’s go home, and I’ll draw you a bath.”

A lingering kiss.

“I love you, Morton,” he whispered against my lips.

THE END