ALPHA DADDY’S MILK

KRYSTAL CLARK

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 Contents

Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Epilogue
Also by Krystal Clark
About the Author

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 Introduction

All characters in this book are over 18 years of age. This book features
kinks and themes that may be offensive to some. The author doesn’t
endorse the characters’ beliefs or behavior.
It contains instances of lactation kink, adult nursing, forced milking,
breeding kink, pregnancy, mild degradation, age gap, unprotected sex,
pregnant sex, daddy kink, and Ddlg role-play. Read further only if you are
comfortable with these themes.

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 Chapter 1

Violet

THE BELL RINGS, announcing a customer’s arrival at the diner. I adjust

my waitress uniform, smoothing my short skirt before turning to greet the
new arrival. I hope he tips well. I need money. My baby daughter, Lia, is
growing so fast and she needs food. Not only that, she’s at the age where
she throws tantrums, asking for toys that I can’t afford. I hate disappointing
her. But my job doesn’t pay well.
Stacey’s Diner might be the only diner in town, but this isn’t Calabasas.
People in Grayson don’t have money. They rarely tip well.
I sigh, adjusting my boobs inside my too-small white shirt. My tits look
like udders, hanging down with a supply of fresh milk. My areolas are
huge, like tea saucers. I’ll have to bear with the discomfort until I go home
and feed my daughter since I’m not allowed to pump during my shift. It
doesn’t help that the shirt I have to wear has big gaps between the buttons
which gives everyone a free show of my massive milkers. I guess that’s the
effect the owner was going for. Some customers come to Stacey’s simply to
ogle my tits.
“Okay, let’s get this done.” I hype myself up. This job is boring and
miserable but it’s the only one I have.
By the time I got myself presentable, the customer who came in had
already seated himself at a booth. I can’t see his face, but his back tells me
he’s rich. For one, he’s wearing a suit. The kind that screams designer. His
hair is brown but there are flecks of gray in there.
 I can tell he’s not from this town. He looks like a rich businessman
passing on the way to somewhere else. Hell, maybe today’s my lucky day
and I’ll get a tip big enough to last me through the week.
My breasts bounce as I march to his booth.
He turns his head to me. “Violet.”
My muscles freeze. It can’t be.
I blink, certain I’m dreaming. But I’m not. It’s Ethan King’s face staring
back at me. I haven’t seen him in more than a year, but he has only grown
more handsome. He’s broad-shouldered, with a thick, muscular neck and a
strong jaw made softer by his thick beard. His eyebrows are manly. His
eyes are heavy-lidded and sensual, coaxing my whore cunt to surrender to
his masterful hands.
My brain rings with the memory of our times together. He was my
dominant daddy and I was his baby girl, eager to spread my legs for him,
not caring if he came inside me raw.
I swallow, anger burning an acidic trail down my throat. I slam the
paper napkins on his table.
Why is Ethan King here? He’s supposed to be in New York, making
money with my dad. He’s supposed to have forgotten me. Does he want me
back?
I laugh at my naiveté. Why would he want me back? He could have any
woman he wanted. I might come from a good pedigree but I’m too curvy to
be arm candy. Pregnancy and breastfeeding have only made me fatter.
But there’s no disgust or judgment in Ethan’s eyes. He stalks me
visually, drinking in every inch of my skin, every thick line of my form like
it’s a piece of art. My cunt vibrates with heat and desire. No man has ever
looked at me this way except him.
I was a wallflower throughout high school and college because of my
weight. But he made me into a siren and treated me like I was the most
gorgeous thing in the world.
It was an illusion, though. Because Ethan King never loved me.
“Hello, welcome to Stacey’s Diner. What would you like?” I paste a
fake smile on my lips. I hope I don’t look nervous. I’m dying on the inside.
My bones are still in shock from seeing the man who filled my womb with
his seed. My stomach cramps with heat and unbearable need. All the
loneliness that has piled up since I left him throbs in my pussy, begging to
be washed away with warm splashes of his cum.
 Why the hell is he so hot? He’s twenty years older than me and
completely wrong. I should have forgotten about him but my body will
never forget how he pleasured me. His touch was magic. His cock stretched
me until I was begging him to come.
And his voice…I stiffen even now when he says my name in that gruff,
deep tone.
“Violet, I finally found you.” His fists are on the table.
“Good for you.” I shrug. “But honestly, I don’t care. I wasn’t waiting
around to be found by you. In case you don’t know, I left you so I could be
on my own.”
“Why?” Confusion tickles his features, etching lines on his forehead
and around his mouth. “I thought things were great between us.”
I can’t tamp down the sharp cackle that trills out of me. “Sure you did.”
“Violet, I heard about your pregnancy from your dad. Is that why you
left?”
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, trying to fight the tears. I’m going to
maintain my composure. If Ethan King wants answers, he’s not getting
them from my mouth.
“What’s your order, sir?” I say. “I’m at work.”
Ethan quickly orders a coffee. “We need to talk, Violet.”
“Like I said, I’m working. And I have nothing to say to you.”
“Do you really want Daddy to punish you, baby girl?” His threatening
yet gentle tone climbs up my spine like a hit of strong alcohol. “You’ve
been a bad girl. Did you think it was okay to leave Daddy when you had his
baby in your belly?”
“We’re over, Ethan,” I say. “You’re not my Daddy anymore.”
“I need to know why.”
“Because you’re a lying jerk; that’s why.”
He reels back in confusion. “When did I lie to you? I was upfront about
not using protection. You said it was okay, that you wanted to become a
mother.”
“I’m not talking about that.” I grind my teeth. “Forget it. There’s no
point in going over the past now. I’ll get your order ready.”
I dash away before he can protest and work the coffee machine. The
coffee here isn’t anything great. It’s just the regular machine stuff. Ethan
will probably spit it out. He’s used to drinking the best, hand-roasted brews.
 When I’ve filled the cup, I circle back to his table. I plonk the mug of
steaming coffee on his table, making my irritation known. Who comes into
an empty diner to order just a cup of coffee. Ethan King is a billionaire. The
least he can do is spend money on a proper breakfast. I hope he tips well, at
least.
“Do you need cream for your coffee?” I ask, annoyed I didn’t get that
from him earlier. The steamy mug of bitter brown liquid is on the table,
witnessing the tense exchange between Ethan and me.
Ethan rakes my chest with his eyes, smiling when my hard nipples
bulge through my white cotton dress, excited to be noticed.
“Those tits look delicious.” He licks his lips. Cupping my huge breast
through my shirt, he massages my aching flesh. Pain lances through me.
But there’s also pleasure woven through my blood. His touch feels both too
rough and too good after being full of milk all day. My body can’t resist
expressing milk at this provocation.
A drop oozes out of my tip, drenching the front of my uniform shirt. I’m
not wearing a bra since I usually put an apron on top of the shirt but I forgot
today. “Daddy prefers his cream straight from his baby girl’s fat nipple.”
My sensitive nipples prickle with pressure, the telltale sign of a letdown.
My face heats up as Ethan pops the buttons of my shirt, freeing my heavy
boob and pointing my distended bud into his coffee cup.
“So pretty. My baby girl is dripping milk to please her Daddy.” His lust
smokes his gray irises with heat. “Your body hasn’t forgotten it belongs to
me.”
As my letdown hits, the drops turn into thick streams of creamy milk.
Jets of white shoot out of my breast, turning Ethan’s coffee light brown. My
areolas are wet with how much milk trickles out of my nipples and down
them. Most of it lands straight in Ethan’s cup.
“Are you crazy? I’m in public. What if someone saw me like this, with
my tits out?” Despite my concerns, there’s nobody around. The chef can’t
see what’s going on in the kitchen. Besides, a wicked part of me is turned
on at how forbidden it feels to use my titty milk for a customer’s coffee.
“I want everybody to see these titties I filled with milk and know you
belong to me.” Ethan’s possessive tone strokes the inferno in my groin. My
pussy is clenching in pain. Whatever is happening between us right now is
both sexy and humiliating. “I said I’m going to punish you for being a bad
girl. I’m collecting my cream. Your milk belongs to Daddy, Violet, and
Daddy can drink it whenever he chooses to, however, he chooses to.
Understood? I’m the one who got you lactating and pregnant but you dared
to deny me my sweet treat and ran away from me? You’re going to learn to
never do that again, baby girl.”
His dominant control and the knowledge that he is turned on by me,
even when I’m huge and milky, excite me. A part of me was scared he’d
lose interest in me when he found out about the changes in my body since
giving birth to Lia. Most guys aren’t fond of wet, leaking titties that look
like a cow’s udders.
“Please…” I cry as my tit continues to spray milk into his cup in steady
white streams, filling it up to the brim with my special liquid. His touch on
my boob is a potent trigger. His finger brushes my sensitized areolas,
making shivers flutter down to my core. My pussy burns with the need to be
caressed. My body can’t resist his cockiness, not when he treats me like I’m
his. The way he just pulled out my breast and made me his personal
milkmaid was so hot. I hate it, but I can’t resist. That’s Ethan King for you.
He’s forty-five, with silver steaks through his hair and a rugged,
weathered look on his handsome face.
He’s arrogant, rich, dominating as fuck. But he’s sexy, virile, and makes
me come every single time.
He’s my perfect alpha daddy.
That’s why I let him fuck me raw so many times in my father’s house. I
couldn’t resist his rough demands. When he sat next to me at one of Dad’s
dinner parties and whispered in my ear, “I want to thrust into your wet cunt
right now,” I went up to my room and gave my body to him. It felt so good
to let him do all the work. I came so many times that night.
After that, I was hooked on my dad’s business associate. Every time he
came over to our house, we’d have sex. Our forbidden relationship
continued for months. I was twenty-four and working in my dad’s company.
My job required me to meet with Ethan a lot, to discuss the business
partnership between my dad’s company and his. Every single time I was at
his office, he closed the blinds, bend me over his desk, and bury his thick
erection until I felt his cock pulsing in my core.
“Milk my dick with that needy pussy,” he’d say gruffly. “I’m going to
drain my balls inside that fertile cunt today and knock you up.”
Every single time, I’d walk away from his office with his release
trickling from my freshly-fucked hole. Our encounters were exhilarating.
Our secret, passionate relationship was thrilling.
Soon, my alpha Daddy was showing up at my apartment whenever he
was horny. And I was showing up at his. The boundaries in our relationship
became blurred. He would order me food and let me sleep on his chest.
He’d massage my tits and tell me how he’d one day inflate them with a
special liquid when he planted his child in my stomach.
“I want your breast milk dripping into my mouth. I’ll drink every drop
until you’re empty.”
I didn’t protest. In fact, I welcomed his domination because it made me
feel so good. All the sex I had before Ethan was predictable. I had to do the
work. The guys weren’t strong and sure like Ethan. They didn’t know how
to make my body sing with arousal.
Even though it was a forbidden fantasy, I was addicted to the idea of
getting pregnant with his baby. I wanted him to stroke my big stomach and
call me his baby girl as he suckled on my titties. I wanted him to keep
loving me and taking me raw even after I was pregnant.
I’ve never felt as desirable as I do when I’m under him. When he’s
reminding me of how much he needs me.
But all that came crashing down when I got knocked up. When I went to
give him the news, I saw him kissing another woman. And that’s when I
knew. Despite his declarations of making me a lactating mom, he didn’t
want to have a family. He was a player, and I was just a pretty, young
plaything to him.
Humiliated and hurt, I left without a word. I couldn’t bear working for
my father after that because I’d inevitably run into Ethan at work. So I
disappeared. I moved to a small town with my savings and changed my
name. I got a job as a waitress and gave birth to my beautiful baby girl, Lia.
I nursed her on my breasts for more than a year. Which is why, even now,
my breasts are huge and filled with milk. I hoped Ethan would remember
me and regret leaving me for another woman.
But I never thought he’d come to find me here. He probably got my
address from my dad. Six months ago, I wrote to my father via email
because I didn’t want Lia growing up without her grandfather’s love. My
dad doesn’t know Ethan’s Lia’s biological dad, though. He’d be mad if he
found out. Worse, he’d probably tell Ethan and demand we marry each
other.
 I don’t want to marry a cheater. A lifetime of being heartbroken and
played with isn’t my cup of tea.
Ethan moans as my boob milk stops flowing. He grabs the coffee and
chugs down my breast milk mixed with coffee in seconds. “I knew my baby
girl would make delicious milk and I was right.”
“What do you want from me?” I ask when he gropes my ass. My pussy
jerks in shock, releasing a wave of wetness that waterfalls down my thighs.
“Everything,” he replies. “I want to suckle the milk I put in your tits by
knocking you up. I want your tight, wet pussy taking my cock every single
time I’m hard. And I want to see my child.”
“No.” I reel back in panic, letting my big breast hang free, my nipple
still dripping milk. The white beads collect on the table’s surface, leaving a
pattern of droplets. The cool air whips my aching nipple, making a fresh
stream of slick fountain out of my pussy.
Ethan knocks all the air out of my lungs when his fingers slither under
my skirt. He tugs the waistband of my panties. His fingers dip inside,
pushing right into my wet seam.
“Your pussy is fucking drenched, baby girl. You’re such a whore for
Daddy’s touch.”
“Ethan…” His name sounds like a prayer from my lips.
“Don’t worry, Violet. Daddy’s going to do all the work and make your
cunt slippery for his cock.” I arch my back, pushing my wet folds closer to
him, grinding on his palm as his fingers plunge deep into my channel.
Damn, I can’t lie. Nothing in the world compares to my alpha Daddy’s
fingers curling inside me, hitting my G-spot with precision.
He grinds his thick digits, wrecking my soft feminine core. Every time
he presses his fingertips on my fleshy pleasure spot, I find myself buckling.
Ethan knows my body like the back of his hand. He brushes his thumb
against my clit, giving me the gentle stimulation I need to reach climax.
My knees tremble. “Daddy…” I can’t prevent that word from forming
on my lips.
“That’s right. Violet. Daddy’s here. Just surrender and let me take care
of you. You make it hard for yourself by resisting.”
My body loosens, too exhausted with bliss to fight the inevitable
conclusion. I’m a hussy, a whore, a slut for my alpha daddy. I’d let him grab
my boob in public and use my breast milk as his coffee creamer. I’d let him
finger me in public without a second thought. Hell, I’ll even spread my legs
for him in public because only he can turn my body into a wet, quivering
mess.
Pressure pinches my nerves, intensifying with every scrape of his rough
fingers. My climax is thrashing inside my stomach. I’m so close.
Ethan knows it, too. He thrusts his fingers into me more roughly, adding
friction, making his strokes faster. His thumb grows more insistent on my
clit, rubbing that swollen organ until I can’t bear to hold on.
I begin to scream as a powerful climax pounds me, setting my nerves on
fire. Ethan muffles my yells by putting his palm on my mouth.
“Shhh.” He hisses. “Be a good girl and come quietly.”
Tears rush down my face from the effort to remain silent. My feelings
are too powerful to be contained. The orgasm is a life-changing experience.
It has been so long since I experienced anything close to this. I’m weeping
at having denied myself this sweet ecstasy.
When Ethan’s fingers slip out of my panties, he rises to his feet and
grabs my shoulder.
“We have to finish this. I’m going to bury my cock inside your fertile
pussy and remind you how a good girl is supposed to take her Daddy’s
dick.”
“I can’t.” I writhe as he slaps my pussy through my skirt. The pain only
prolongs the dizzying pleasure of my orgasm.
“Don’t make Daddy punish you again,” he warns. “I’ll tip you a
hundred dollars if you come into the break room with me right now.”
I hate how much I need the money. I hate how much I need his cock
inside me, reminding me that I’m still hot and sexy after giving birth. My
leaking breasts and added weight have made most men in town stay away
from me.
I remember how Ethan’s dick fit inside my pussy, how well he stretched
me.
Before I know it, we’re both in the tiny break room. It’s actually a closet
for supplies but sometimes staff take their breaks here. There’s a table with
two chairs around it.
“Get on that table and spread your legs for Daddy,” Ethan commands.
An unbearable ache pounds my pussy. Every fiber of my body is on fire.
I need to obey him. I need to make my Daddy love me because his smile is
my drug.
 I pull down my skirt and then my panties. I get onto the table and open
my legs like I’m supposed to.
“Your pussy is glistening with moisture,” Ethan licks his lips. “Daddy
would lick the honey between your thighs and run his tongue on your
swollen clit but bad girls don’t deserve to be eaten out. They deserved to be
put in their place with rough treatment.”
The fat bulge in his pants scrapes my soft, naked folds. Ethan relieves
himself of his pants and boxers. His big, veiny cock teases my pulsing cunt,
making me cry out with joy at being taken by my favorite alpha daddy.
Even though I hate him for cheating on me, I want him right now.
His hard manhood feels like heaven against my drenched pussy lips. He
moves his rigid pole up and down. Then, without warning, he grins.
My stomach drops when Ethan’s erect head breaches my sensitive
entrance. My scream gets stuck in my throat.
Why is his dick thicker than I remember? Or have I gotten tighter?
That’s impossible, considering I pushed out a big-ass child through my
pussy not long ago.
“Daddy, you’re so big.” I pant. “You’re making my cunny hurt.”
“My baby girl is squeezing me so well.” Ethan grips my knees so he can
maneuver my body. “Looks like your pussy is tight because Daddy wasn’t
here to stretch you properly.”
I arch my back, offering my eager cunny to his brutal cock. “Uh.”
The discomfort of a huge object penetrating my throbbing feminine
organ quickly disappears, replaced by the novel sensation of a hard fat
erection sliding into my forbidden depths. A trail of fire sears through my
dripping channel, making me hot for Ethan’s cock. The rough friction of
him grinding into me sets off a volcano of pleasure.
Ethan rides me like a brutal bull, slamming into me balls-deep every
time. My thighs are stinging with how tightly he holds them. I bounce on
the table, making rattling sounds loud enough to alert the police. But I know
nobody will come. The closet is too far from the kitchen.
I quickly lose to the delicious pain of being manhandled. My pussy
sings with lust. The friction of his organ against my pliant walls births a
current of heady surrender. Being stretched and filled by Ethan is a full-
body sensation.
Should I even be doing this with him, though? I know Ethan won’t be
satisfied unless he has wrecked my pussy and imprinted my insides with his
cum. My traitorous mind loves the thought of carrying another baby for
him. In fact, my wet channel pulses and throbs, opening to accept his seed.
As my body nears detonation, the intensity of his strokes makes all the
thoughts in my head cut out.
I can’t control my responses. My whole being is Ethan’s now. He can
make my body do his bidding effortlessly. That’s why he’s an alpha Daddy.
“Daddy…” I am used to screaming that word as I shatter. Ethan wants
to be in control so he needs to know when I’m coming apart.
Despite my yells, he doesn’t stop pounding into me. His wet balls slap
my used cunt, drilling into me deeper and deeper until he bumps against my
cervix. Having his blunt cock scrape against my forbidden baby-carrying
vessel lights my nerves on fire. This level of deep penetration is something
I’ve only experienced with Ethan. I mean, not every man has a cock long
enough to get all the way to the end of my channel.
My breathing slows as I savor every powerful hit of ecstasy that’s
rocking into me. I’m limbless by the time I’ve ridden out my orgasm. If he
picked up me right now and carried me away, I wouldn’t protest because I
have no strength. My cells have gone numb with bliss.
“Good girl,” Ethan drawls. “Now Daddy’s going to give you a special
gift.”
“What gift?”
I get my answer before I can finish asking the question. Ethan’s cock
twitches. He sprays my walls with his warm release. His eyes roll closed as
he stays in me without moving, a sign that he’s surrendering to his own
orgasm.
Pride ripples through my mind. He has never come so quickly. Ethan
has so much self-control that he usually gives me at least two orgasms
before he lets himself go.
I can’t believe I made him break his cardinal rule. Is he that happy to be
in my cunt again? People always tell you that women are less desirable
once they’ve become loose from giving birth but apparently, Ethan can’t
stop lusting after my new mommy body. Earlier, he milked me hard without
worrying about who saw us together.
I turn him into a randy teenager. It’s all thanks to my fertile curves and
milky tits. I smile, loving the idea of being a femme fatale while I’m
breastfeeding.
 “That’s it.” Ethan grips the table’s edge, his voice frayed with the effort
of speaking when he’s orgasming. “Let me fill that empty womb. Take
Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”
The forbidden sensation of Ethan’s wet release spilling into my
unprotected pussy sends a tingle down my spine. I’m not on any birth
control. What if I get pregnant again with my alpha Daddy’s seed? God
knows his cum is potent and my cunt is desperate to nurture and grow his
babies.
“Are we done now?” I ask. The heady feeling of my orgasm is abating.
Shame and guilt claw their way back into my mind. I let a cheater fuck me.
Ethan King may be hot as sin and rich as god but he is also a player. He
knocked me up and then moved on to a prettier lady.
Tears prick my eyes. I gather my clothes from the ground and shove my
limbs into them, eager to get away from this room that’s drenched in the
smell of sex and betrayal.
But I don’t get far.
Ethan’s fingers bite into my wrist when I make for the door. His
strength is omnipotent as he pulls me and turns my body until I’m facing
him.
“You’re going nowhere until I get some answers,” he says, his jaw rigid
with anger. “Why did you run away? Why didn’t you tell me you were
pregnant with my child? Did you think I’d make you get an abortion?”
The tears that I’ve been doing my best to hold back spill down my
cheeks in hot streams. I can’t believe him! How can he pretend like he did
nothing? “You were with another woman,” I scream. “You were cheating on
me. I’d just found out I was carrying your child and you had already moved
on with someone else. If you didn’t want me, I could live without you, too.”
“No.” Ethan’s jaw stills. “It’s not what you think, Violet. I wasn’t
sleeping with that woman. She was my ex. She forcefully grabbed me that
day and kissed me out of nowhere. I swear I didn’t want anything to do with
her. I called building security and had her removed immediately. You’d
have seen it if you had stayed longer. She’s a selfish brat who only takes
without caring about others.”
The hope rising in me is quickly quashed by fear. I can’t trust Ethan
again. What if he disappoints me?
“I don’t believe you,” I say.
“Why would I lie to you?” he counters.
 “Because you want my child. You want to take her.” My stomach
trembles with anxiety. I know how rich Ethan is. He always gets what he
wants. If he’s determined to get custody of Lia, he will get his team of
lawyers to find out some legal loophole and steal her away from me. I can’t
afford to lose my child. She’s my whole world.
“Our child, Violet. It’s our child. And I’m not going to take her from
you while you’re still breastfeeding her. I’m not a monster.” He expels an
irritated sigh. “I know you saw me kissing my ex and you might think I’m
lying but Daddy would never lie to you, baby girl. I love you. I want to be
with you and I want to make sure you go to sleep every night with Daddy’s
cock plugging your cunt. I will make sure that you are provided for and our
child is safe.”
“Of course she’s safe!”
“Who is watching her now?” He raises one brow. “When you’re at
work, who keeps an eye on her?”
I suddenly feel incompetent as a mother. Will Ethan look down on me
when he realizes that I’m not giving Lia all the time she needs? “I have a
friend…an old woman who lives in the house next door. She has been very
kind to us.”
“Thank god you have friends here.” He wipes the sweat off his
forehead. I swoon. He’s worried for me. I want to distrust him, but he’s
such a protective Daddy. My ovaries explode with lust every time he’s near.
I can’t think rationally. Ethan grabs my shoulders, digging his fingers into
my collarbones. “But I’m not leaving you alone anymore. I’ve been worried
sick this past year. I had to pay a detective to locate you. You’re taking me
to your house right now and that’s final.”
“My shift doesn’t end until seven,” I say.
“Baby girl, you’re quitting your job right now. Daddy can’t see you
struggling like this in a Podunk town. You’re coming back with me to New
York where I will provide for you and keep you in luxury like you were
meant to be.”
“No,” I say. “I can’t leave. I still don’t know if you’re lying.”
“Come with me, then. I’ll show you the proof. You can see the footage
from that day. I’m sure they still have it stored somewhere. That’ll erase
your doubts.”
My mind wavers. Ethan sounds so certain and I’d love to be taken care
of him. Raising Violet on my own has been rewarding, but also incredibly
difficult. I wonder how long I can keep it up. My back and feet always hurt
after my shifts and I barely make enough to cover rent and food. Every time
I get sick, I’m worried about losing the day’s pay and not being able to buy
diapers. This lifestyle isn’t sustainable long-term. A year ago, I was
stubborn. I was riding high on my indignation and determination. But
becoming a mom has taught me to put my health first. If something happens
to me, Lia will have nobody to take care of her.
“Come on, Violet. I have to see my daughter. You know it’s not right to
keep her from me.”
I know. Ethan’s being sincere. He probably cares for Lia even though he
has never met her. I’m sure he’ll love her because she’s so lovable.
I can’t deny him. I can’t deny the heavy throbbing in my pussy. Our sex
was mind-blowing. I hope Ethan is the kind of man I used to think he was.
I’d love to be his baby girl and give him many babies. I want him to take
care of me. I want my children to have somebody apart from me who will
love them and provide for them.
I pull my shoulders up straight. “Okay, let’s go.”

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 Chapter 2

Ethan

MY FIRST THOUGHT when I see her shady neighborhood is that: I need to

get her out of here.
Violet lives in a trailer park, which drives me mad. I have all the money
in the world yet my baby girl lives in this dump with my daughter. What is
the point of being a billionaire if I can’t keep my family in luxury?
Violet guides me through a series of trailers. Every person here looks
shady. There’s an old guy with three empty beer cans. It’s only ten in the
morning.
I sigh when Violet points to a white trailer. “That’s mine.”
Inside the trailer, it’s a tight fit. There’s a couch, a bed, and a big
kitchen. Plenty of stuff is strewn around. A little girl in a pink, frilly dress is
walking around, making noises.
There’s an old woman who is talking to her. I identify her as the
babysitter. When she hears us, she gets to her feet. “Looks like it’s time for
me to go.”
She squeezes a smile at me as she brushes past and exits the trailer.
“Home sweet home.” Lia spreads her hands, gesturing around the
trailer. “You’ve never seen anything like this, have you?”
“Mama.” The child runs to Violet and Violet scoops her up in her arms.
“Mommy’s back, my love.” She plants a maternal smooch on Lia’s
nose. “And looks like you’ve made a mess of the place again.”
 She puts the child down and starts picking up her toys and other things
that are scattered around the place. She winces when she bends. She
probably has a bad back from working long hours at the diner.
I pad over. Wrapping one arm around her stomach, I pull her upright.
“Stop. I’ll do it.”
“Do you even know how to clean?” My fertile baby mama gives me a
dirty look.
“I do,” I answer. “So relax. I want you to put your feet up and do
nothing. Daddy will take care of everything starting now.”
To prove that I’m not all talk, I start gathering the assorted items off the
floor. I sort through the stuff, asking her where they belong as I return each
item to its rightful place. In a few minutes, the space is tidy.
“Feels great to have some help around the house,” Violet mumbles. “Lia
can be a handful. She’s so energetic.”
“Her name is Lia,” I surmise.
“Yeah. It was short and sweet. I liked it.”
“I like it, too.” I grin at her.
Lia is a lot bigger than I imagined. Then again, she’s not a newborn
baby. She’s going to be two years old in a few months.
She has been walking around, doing her own thing while her mom and I
took care of her playthings. But now she waddles over to me, a curious glint
in her sky-blue eyes.
She tugs at my pants, pulling the expensive fabric and staring at it like
she’s fascinated. My heart immediately melts into a puddle. She’s adorable.
“Hello, Lia.” I kneel to the floor, so I’m at the same level as her. “I’m
your dad.”
She blinks at me, unable to comprehend my words. But she presses her
little palm to my chest. I’m lost for words. This moment is so meaningful
and charged with something divine. It’s like my baby recognizes me even
though she has never seen me. I close my hand around hers.
Holding her tiny hand makes fireworks explode inside me. She’s so
precious. I can’t resist the urge to lift up my girl and kiss her chubby
cheeks. I want to never let her go and keep her tucked in my arms forever.
Lia makes gurgling sounds, laughing like she’s happy to see me. I’m not
an emotional man but I’m close to tears when Lia taps my cheek with her
little fingers. I pull her close, inhaling the scent of baby powder and milk.
Her hair is soft. It feels like touching cotton.
 “She looks just like her mother,” I remark.
“Are you questioning whether she is yours?” Violet scoffs. “Want me to
take a DNA test?”
“No, baby. I know she’s mine. I feel it right here.” I press my palm to
my chest. “I want to protect her and never let her out of my sight.”
“Well, you’ll have to give her to me now because it’s time to feed her.”
Violet settles on her ratty couch and bares her juicy breasts. They hang
down her chest, heavy with milk. Even though I just milked her, her nipples
are distended and her melons have swollen up to their original size. Violet is
a hucow; she produces so much milk she could feed an army.
I love it, though. Because that means I can drink her titty milk without
feeling guilty.
“Does Lia not eat solid food? She has teeth,” I muse. “Or is it because
you’re worried about her nutrition?”
“Oh, she loves solid food.” Violet giggles. “The reason I feed her breast
milk is because it’s free. I can’t always afford baby food, especially during
weeks when I don’t do enough hours.”
“Your breast milk is fucking delicious.” I pat her full breast playfully.
“No wonder Lia is so big. She gets the good stuff straight from the source.”
Violet looked unsure when I questioned her about Lia’s food intake but
now she beams at me. I guess she still feels bad about not being able to give
Lia everything she can. But she has done a fantastic job as a mother.
I slowly lower Lia onto Violet’s lap. Lia clings to me and that makes my
paternal instinct warm with pride. My little child wants me. She needs me.
She recognizes me.
My resolve to win her mother over and make sure they both love me
only strengthens when Lia kisses me before she settles on Violet’s lap.
Violet offers a hard, swollen nipple to her. Lia immediately grabs the
boob and latches on without any issue. She must be used to it. She has been
drinking breast milk for more than a year now.
Violet hugs Lia to her chest, cooing encouraging words in her ear.
“Such a good baby, drinking mommy’s milk.”
She continues to hum as Lia chugs down her nourishing cream.
My fertile baby girl fits into the role of a mother like she was born for it.
I can’t wait to see her birth and nurse more children. I want to see her like
this for the rest of my life, resting on a couch with babies feeding from her.
She’s smiling. She’s happy. She loves nourishing others.
 My cock springs to action, scraping against my boxers.
I can’t wait to see Violet’s stomach bulging with another pregnancy.
Given that I just dumped a load inside her unprotected pussy, I might get
some good news soon. I’ve always dreamed of having a big family and now
my dream is slowly turning into reality. I’ll protect it with everything.
Because I’m a daddy, in more ways than one.

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 Chapter 3

Violet

IT’S six in the evening by the time we make it back to New York. Lia is fast
asleep on my chest. Ethan is biting her lip, looking tense.
When New York’s skyline floats into my vision, a pang of nostalgia hits
me. It’s too much. I grew up here and seeing my childhood home awakens
all kinds of emotions. I look at Lia, wondering how she’ll feel in her
mother’s hometown.
“What’s wrong?” Ethan asks, enveloping my hand with his. “My baby
girl looks like she needs her Daddy.”
“Nothing.” She blinks back the moisture in her eyes. “I’m
overwhelmed. I never thought I’d come back to New York.”
“You’re going to stay here.” He squeezes my hand firmly. “You belong
with Daddy, in his mansion. Daddy’s going to put a ring on your finger and
another baby in your womb to make sure you never leave him again.”
My pussy throbs with hunger at his words. I know Ethan will go crazy
with lust when he sees my stomach swollen with another pregnancy. My
breasts are going to get even bigger. I love breastfeeding, whether it’s my
daughter or my ravenous alpha Daddy. The surge of dopamine I get when a
hungry mouth suckles my teats is supremely satisfying. I started to have the
desire to have another child recently since Violet is about to turn two. Ethan
is a mind-reader.
But I can’t commit to anything. Not unless I’m certain of his intentions.
“Where are we going now?” I ask.
 “My apartment,” he says. “I’ll ask the security for footage from that day
so you know I’m not tampering with any evidence. Then you can see the
truth for yourself.”
“What about Lia? Should we drop her off at my dad’s? My dad would
love to have her over.”
“Why would my daughter stay at somebody else’s house when I’m right
here? Like I said, I need time to bond with Lia. She’s going to live with me.
I’m not listening to any arguments on this issue.”
“You’re such a dominating alpha.” I laugh.
Ethan’s lips broaden into a wolfish smile. “But that’s why you love me.”
Soon, we’re at his apartment.
Immediately, Ethan takes me to the security room where he instructs the
members of staff to look for the CCTV footage from that day. Usually, this
kind of thing would require a legal warrant but Ethan is a powerful man.
Nobody dares to say no to him.
I take Lia up to his apartment while the staff work on finding and
restoring the footage. It’s from over a year ago, so it has been erased from
memory. However, there’s a company they work with that stores their
backup files. The head of security assured us that he’d get the clip from
them in a few hours.
Until then, I take a shower in Ethan’s luxurious bathroom. He doesn’t
interrupt me. I realize he’s keeping his distance because he wants me to
trust him again.
The warm water slides down my back, soothing all my sore muscles. It
has been ages since I had a relaxed bath at a perfect temperature. My trailer
didn’t have the best bathroom. I lather Ethan’s expensive shower gel on my
skin, inhaling the woody scent. This is his signature scent and it reminds me
of him even though he’s not physically present with me.
When the suds of soap slide down my thighs, my pussy tingles. I can’t
believe I’m horny again when Ethan drilled into me just this morning.
I finish up my shower, dry myself off, and wear the clothes Ethan left
for me on the bed. I used to have a whole wardrobe at his place back when
we were still fucking in secret. Looks like he kept all my stuff. How
heartwarming. Even though I accused him of playing with me, he has never
forgotten about me during our time apart. I can’t believe he was looking for
me, even going as far as to hire a detective. He must have really wanted to
get back with me.
 His words from before churning my stomach. He wants to marry me.
He wants to put a ring on my finger. Am I ready to be his wife? Am I ready
to commit to the intimate bond between us?
When I’m done dressing myself, I saunter to the living room. Ethan’s on
the phone. He disconnects the call with a serious expression.
“They found the footage. Let’s go see it.” Ethan trots ahead, expecting
me to follow.
I trail behind him, my pulse racing. Being back in his apartment, in his
life, feels so good. I don’t want to find out that he was cheating on me
because there’s no way I could leave him now. Not after the way he helped
me clean my house and looked at Lia like she was an angel. He loves his
daughter. He loves me. I don’t doubt that. I feel stupid for having doubted
it.
The moment of truth arrives fast. The security head is standing around a
monitor. There’s a familiar image on the screen—Ethan locked in a
passionate smooch with his ex-girlfriend.
My stomach roils. I feel nauseous. I turn my face away, needing more
time to compose myself.
“I’ll play the video now,” the head of security says.
Despite my reservations, I give the moving images my full attention.
They’re kissing for a beat. Then Ethan peels her away from him. They’re
fighting about something, but the actual conversation isn’t clearly audible.
However, I do see the moment Ethan calls someone on his phone. She
tries to latch onto him but he pushes her away. That’s when an armed
security guard makes an entrance. He subdues the woman and drags her
away, albeit gently.
Then there’s nothing else.
“We also found the security log from that day which shows that you
made a call to the team to have her removed from the premises,” the head
of security continues. “Would you like to see that as well?”
His question is aimed at me. He can guess what’s going on. I feel like an
idiot. He must think I’m crazy, too. How many women will demand that
their boyfriends dig up years-old CCTV evidence and security logs? And
how many boyfriends would oblige them?
Ethan King is one in a million.
And I was a naïve, insecure girl who couldn’t see that.
 “No, thank you for what you’ve done.” I cough. “I’m grateful you
helped us clear up this matter.”
Standing here any longer when everybody can see what happened is
going to worsen my humiliation so I march away. Ethan easily catches up to
me as I’m crossing the lobby.
“I’m sorry. I was wrong,” I say when we are riding the elevator up to his
penthouse.
As the metal cage zooms upward, I fall silent. My head is filled with
sadness. Regrets encroach upon my weakened heart.
If only I hadn’t written Ethan off as an unfaithful guy when I saw him
with his ex...
If only I had stayed long enough to discover the truth….
Lia and I would have had a much easier life. But now I’ve learned my
lesson. My alpha daddy isn’t just a hot, rich guy who gives me pleasure.
He’s a committed, responsible, loving family man who would never
abandon the people he cherishes. I had to find it out the hard way but I’ll
never forget.
“Why’re you so quiet?” Ethan asks, his fingers tickling the side of my
neck. “Didn’t like what you saw?”
“I feel like an idiot for doubting you.” I bury my face in my palms,
mortified. “I assumed the worst about you because I was used to being
treated badly.”
“It’s okay.” Ethan wraps me in a fatherly hug. I love this tender side of
him, the times when he acts like a Daddy and takes care of me. “Anybody
in your position would have done what you did. Pregnancy hormones make
you emotional.”
“My insecurities got the best of me.” I sniffle. “You’re so desirable,
Ethan. There were all these gorgeous women vying for your attention all the
time. I was just a twenty-four-year-old intern with a thick figure. I feared
you’d get bored of me and want them eventually. When I saw you with your
ex, I assumed you were shallow and that I was too ugly to ever be desired.”
“Baby girl, I can’t believe you think you’re ugly. You’re the sexiest
woman to me. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I’d never be able to
fuck anyone else. That’s why I railed you in your dad’s house, even though
we could have been discovered. I’d found a treasure and I wasn’t about to
let her go.” He clears his throat. “Let me tell you the truth: the reason I
never wore a condom was because I wanted to get you pregnant. It was the
only way I could keep you forever. I had my own fears when it came to
you. You were so young and smart. I worried that you would come to your
senses someday and decide to stop wasting your time on a man twice your
age.”
“Ethan, you’re kidding, right? You’re the hottest bachelor in the city.
Nobody knows me.”
“That’s because you’re mine.” Ethan surprises me by lifting up my body
in his arms. His lips press into mine. He kisses me hungrily until we’re both
out of breath. “You’ll only be known as Mrs. King. You’re my fertile wife
and the mother of my children. That’s all they need to know about you.”
Mrs. King. My pussy loves that title. It throbs with excitement.
“Okay, Mr. King.” I wink at him.
He goes feral and gives me a deep kiss, this time with tongue. It’s like
he’s trying to imprint his taste in my mouth so I never forget that I belong to
him.
Ethan’s jealousy is sexy. I’ll never doubt again how much he wants me.
He makes me feel assured of his affection by showing it.
By the time the elevator reaches the top floor, I’m in his arms. He
carries me through the apartment, our lips sealed together in a scorching
union. He climbs on top of me when he lays me on the bed and continues to
deepen the kiss, wrecking my mouth with his tongue. He refuses to come up
for air.
“Will Lia be alright?” He finally snaps to his senses.
“She’ll sleep through the night,” I assure him.
“Let me go check on her.” He leaves me alone. I hear his footfalls,
heavy and loud, as they traverse the hallway. Ethan returns a few minutes
later.
“All good?” I ask.
“My angel looks so precious when she sleeps. I didn’t want to leave her
on her own. I have called for a babysitter so she isn’t alone at night.” He
slaps my ass. “I want my baby girl to get some rest tonight. It has been a big
day for both you and Lia.”
“Thank you for finding me.” My voice cracks as tears gather in my
eyes. “I don’t know how I could have survived another year as a waitress.
I’m so lucky I get to be with you.”
“You’re mine, Violet. And I always protect what’s mine.”
 We go to sleep spooning. It feels like home. His masculine strength is
like a safe cocoon and his woody scent puts me at ease. I rub my face
against his chest, relishing how solid it feels.
I’m finally back where I belong—in my alpha daddy’s bed.

MY PUSSY IS SOPPING wet when I wake up in the morning. Even though

we didn’t have sex at night, my doubts about Ethan have been laid to rest by
the video footage. Plus, rubbing against his hard, sinewy body so many
times throughout the night only made me want to climb him like a pole.
My frustration is at a fever pitch right now.
I roll over, moaning when my breasts sting with pain. They’re
ridiculously full. They feel like rocks taped onto my chest. I need relief and
I need relief immediately.
Adjusting myself, I position my fat, juicy boob at Ethan’s lips. When
my nipple pokes his skin, he stirs.
“Good morning, Violet. It’s a pleasant surprise to be woken up with
your fat nipple in my mouth.”
“Daddy, I need to be milked,” I say, running my fingers through his
chest hair. “It can’t wait. I’ve been producing milk like crazy all night. I
won’t be able to get up from bed unless you drain me.”
His cock springs into an erection, rubbing against my bare pussy lips.
We’re both naked. Neither of us wears anything when we sleep at night.
Ethan’s manly, sure hands curl around my waist. He holds me in place
as he smells my boob. “Mmm…my baby girl smells so tasty. Daddy is a
lucky man.”
I push my bloated nipple into his mouth. The warmth and wetness of a
human mouth closing against my stinging titty offers some relief. But I’m
desperate for more.
Ethan swirls his tongue around my hard bud. His fingers close around
my boob, massaging the flesh to prompt the release of my creamy liquid.
His hungry mouth draws out my supply. The aching in my breasts
dissolves as my milk dribbles out of my thick, swollen nipples. Ethan
suckles on my breast, sucking at them with enough pressure to make my
liquid pour out faster. I’m going to be lactating like crazy if he keeps
milking me every day. I can already tell my breastmilk production has
increased since yesterday, thanks to his insistent milking.
“This is the best breakfast in bed Daddy could ever ask for.” Ethan
gasps when my udder splashes milk onto his face.
He latches back on with his mouth, taming my excited boob with
pressure from his mouth
My breasts drip like a faucet. Jets of fresh cream trickle into his hot,
eager mouth. He circles my fat peak with his tongue, encouraging me to
moan and spill more milk. He guzzles my cream like it’s the most delicious
feast, relishing every single drop.
I hear a wet pop when he lets go of my nipple, having drained my
breast.
“I feel so much better, Daddy. Thank you.” I kiss his forehead.
“Give Daddy your other titty,” Ethan says. “Daddy can’t get enough of
his baby girl’s sweet cream. I’ll have to knock you up soon so your titties
make even more milk.”
“Yes, Daddy!” I squeal when he grasps my neglected boob. He
forcefully jams my soft flesh into his mouth, his teeth scraping my sensitive
mammary.
That sends an electric current to my core. My pussy gushes and so does
my breast. My cream splashes into his waiting wetness. His throat works as
he swallows my breast milk.
I have never seen a man so hungry for titty milk and it makes me so
happy that I’m able to satisfy his hunger.
As the tension releases from my teat, it starts to build up between my
thighs.
My core is next in line for Daddy’s attention. But I’m an impatient girl.
I reach between my alpha daddy’s legs, hunting for the beautiful
hardness of his cock. I close my fingers around his length, brushing my
thumb over the head of his cock. The stimulation makes Daddy bite my
nipple.
I scream, grinding my wet pussy against his rock-hard manhood. I want
to swallow that big cock and take Daddy’s semen into my womb where it’ll
create a new baby for me to carry and nurse.
Why is the idea of being knocked up by Ethan such a turn-on?
“Getting impatient for dick?” Ethan catches onto my scheme quickly.
 With his lips still suckling my milk-drenched nipple, he maneuvers
himself so his dick lines up at my inviting entrance. My pussy jolts with an
electric sensation. I can’t believe I’m taking a huge cock so early in the
morning.
But an entire night of tossing and turning with sexual frustration has me
more than ready to handle the challenge. Slick is pouring out of my pussy
because of the thorough milking I got from Ethan. Every time he stimulates
my nipples, my cunny gets aroused.
“Take Daddy like a good girl,” he whispers.
I scrunch my eyes, awaiting his rough intrusion. But his hard arousal
plunges into me easily. My juices lubricate his cock, enabling him to seek
my depths with no effort. I’m broken in from yesterday’s hot session at the
diner’s break room so my pussy easily accommodates Ethan’s erection
today.
My walls ripple and pulse around the hardness of my daddy’s cock. He
satisfies my needs like no man could. He’s the perfect length, the perfect
width, the perfect texture to draw out pleasure from my pussy.
Intense ecstasy spikes in my blood when his thrusts become fast and
hard. With his mouth glued to my luscious tit, he swallows my milk as he
gives me a proper dick down.
Every time he rams his meat in me, my nipples tinge with the fiery thrill
of being taken roughly. Soon, that prickling sensation in my boob
transforms into a jet of milk and oozes out of my flesh. I yelp, realizing I let
loose a stream of milk into Daddy’s eyes.
Ethan laughs as he wipes the liquid away.
“Oh, God, Violet, you’re so sexy when you spray milk for Daddy.”
Ethan licks the white trail off my dark areolas. “Daddy’s never going to be
able to stop fucking you.”
“That’s because your cock is doing wicked things to my pussy, Daddy,”
I grunt as he impales my cunt with another hard stroke. Another white jet
squirts from my breasts. “My titties get excited.”
“I know what’ll get you even more excited.” Ethan releases my breast
and beams.
He adjusts my body so I’m below him. His balls rest against my arse,
heavy with unreleased semen.
Ethan rides me like a bull, giving my cunt no time to rest. My body
bounces on the mattress, vibrating with the ferocity of his desire. My bones
are liquefying. My body is melting from the heat that courses through my
bare channel every time his cock reaches my womb and taps it gently as if
warning it. I know he’s going to release so much baby batter into me and
knock me up.
My walls spasm at the thought. I feel my limbs going numb from the
sheer ecstasy of imagining my womb inflated with cum. I want to conceive
a child soon and feed it on my fat nipple. I want to keep giving Ethan my
pregnant body.
I relax to allow him to rail me. Soon, the currents of friction come
together to release a powerful wave of rapture inside my groin.
My whole being floats away when a release claims my body. Ethan
comes at the same time as me. His warm liquid settles in my cunt, trickling
into my womb. I literally feel his seed seeping inside my sacred vessel and
planting a baby in me.
Panting and spent, Ethan continues to push into me, but his orgasm has
drained his energy. When his cock goes soft, he pulls out of me, surveying
my pussy.
“You look so sexy after you’ve just been bred by Daddy.”
His spunk runs out of me. My thighs quiver at the glorious feeling of his
forbidden seed snaking its way down my flesh.
My alpha daddy uses two fingers to scoop up the cum that’s leaking
from my slit. He pushes it back into my hole. “Be a good girl and carry
Daddy’s baby.”
Goosebumps fleck my skin in response to his affectionate tone. He
really wants to grow our family. I can feel his desire beating in my chest
like it’s my heartbeat. “Yes, Daddy.”
Ethan kisses the top of my head. “That was the best morning of my life.
You took care of my morning wood.”
“And you dealt with my aching milkers,” I reply. “Daddy, can we do it
every day?”
My alpha daddy grins, showing off his perfect white teeth. “It’d be my
pleasure to milk your fat tits every morning and bury my dick in that bare
cunt.”
Waves of happiness wash over me. Ethan’s tone is filled with so much
passion and need. I’m glad our sexual chemistry is only growing stronger.
I’m certain, given my alpha daddy’s love for breast milk, that his desire for
me will be insatiable once I’m pregnant with more kids. I’ll never have to
worry about losing my appeal as a woman just because I’m a mother.
“I’m so happy I’m yours.” I tuck my head in the crook of his arm. “I
could never have loved anyone else like this.”
Ethan draws me closer, putting his leg over my fat hips to cage me with
his limbs.
“We’re meant for each other, Violet.” His voice is raspy with emotion.
“Nothing could have kept us apart.”
I nod at his wise words. We cuddle, enjoying the warm morning in bed.
My life is so perfect. I can’t believe I’m so lucky.

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 Epilogue

Ethan

FOUR YEARS later

I LOOK up at the time on the clock in my study.

14:30
Even though I’m only halfway through my work, I get up and stretch
my hands over my head. Anticipation shivers in my chest. Blood rushes to
my cock, filling it up and making it erect.
As if on cue, my pregnant wife appears in the doorway.
“Come in, Violet,” I say. “I was waiting for you.”
Violet cradles her heavily pregnant stomach as she waddles in. Her
milk-filled nipples have popped out of her silk camisole. The droplet of
milk oozing out of both buds is clearly visible. The lace of her camisole
caresses my wife’s sensitive areolas as she inches toward me. She moans
every time the fabric brushes against her full breasts, scraping over her bud
and making it leak more milk. I bought that camisole for me because I knew
it’d have this effect on her tits.
Her pregnant stomach bounces as she moves, eyes fixed on me. She’s
biting her bottom lip, looking every inch like a pregnant siren.
I can’t believe she’s already about to give birth to our fourth child. Our
family has been growing rapidly ever since I started milking her. I can’t
deny myself her sweet cream or her fertile cunt. I just end up blowing my
load inside her every night, which means she gets knocked up every few
months when she’s not already pregnant or recovering from giving birth.
Violet doesn’t mind, though. She says she loves carrying babies in her
stomach. She seems so excited every time she gets pregnant. I can’t deny
my baby girl the joy of becoming a mother.
“What are you thinking, Daddy?” she asks in her innocent voice.
“I was admiring how you glow when you’re ripe and ready to pop. Your
titties look like they’re full, baby girl.”
“That’s because it’s time for milking.” Violet giggles. “They’re so much
bigger because I’m close to having another baby.”
Another kid means another mouth suckling milk out of her tits. This
means her supply will increase dramatically as it has with every pregnancy.
She already weaned off Lia and her brother Sam, who was born three years
ago. She still nurses Gordon, our third child, even though he’s over a year
old. Violet just loves being a breastfeeding mother. She says she feels
fulfilled when she’s feeding a little one her milk and watching them grow.
Just this morning, I saw her resting on the couch, hugging Gorton close
to her tit and encouraging him to latch on and drink her milk. I could hardly
stop myself. She looks so sexy holding a baby at her teat when her stomach
is swollen.
My fertile goddess has made my life amazing beyond belief.
“Come over here and pop that udder on Daddy’s mouth, then,” I tell her,
going over to sit on the couch in my study. Violet seats herself on top of me
and gathers her massive udder. She pushes it into my open mouth, but I
can’t even swallow her whole areola because of how big it has gotten. I
swear, her udders hang down all the way to her pregnant belly these days,
capped by the longest, juiciest nipples that are always leaking breastmilk.
The moment I press my lips against her huge nipple, I’m rewarded with
a steady stream of creamy milk. I gulp it down fast, tugging at her breast
with my teeth to keep the tasty nectar flowing.
Violet grinds in my lap, squirming and moaning with delight. “Daddy,
you make me feel so sexy when you demand my milk forcefully.”
Her breasts fill up every few hours. She always comes to me for a rough
milking session in the afternoons. It’s my favorite time of the day when I
can have my baby girl’s milky tits all to myself without having to share
with my son. She produces enough to keep us both satisfied.
 Violet screams with passion when I run my hands over her belly. I can
feel my child growing inside her warm womb, ready to come out any time
now. Her due date is still three weeks away, but the doctor has told us to be
prepared.
I love how much like an alpha daddy I feel stroking my baby girl’s
stomach. Knowing that I bred her well and made her nourish my seed inside
her tiny body is the ultimate form of power.
“Such a fertile princess.” I release her nipple, moving my mouth to
pepper her baby bump with kisses. Violet rocks in my lap, laughing.
“Stop, Daddy.” She kicks. “You’re tickling me.”
“Sorry, my darling. I’m too excited to see you pregnant. I wish I could
keep your belly bred and full forever.”
“We can try for another child in a few months,” she says. “Once the
doctor clears me.”
“That feels too long for Daddy.” I sigh. “But Daddy loves his baby girl
and your health always comes first.”
“Daddy, my other titty hurts. Can you please milk me?” Violet bats her
eyelashes like an innocent girl, when we both know how dirty she is.
I slide my fingers under her camisole, fingering her dripping cunt. “My
naughty girl gets wet when Daddy’s milking her.”
“I can’t help it. Your mouth on my boob sets off firecrackers in my
pussy.”
“I adore how responsive and fertile you are.” I lick her bloated nipple,
teasing it with the tip of my tongue. “Daddy loves that he can stick his dick
inside you and pump you full of his load anywhere, anytime and you’ll
always be wet for Daddy.”
“Because I love you.” Violet’s eyes are glittering with love. We have
affirmed our love many times over the years through the three children she
has birthed and nursed for me. “My body is yours to breed and milk
forever.”
“That’s right. You’re my fertile hucow. I’m so glad I get to fuck this ripe
body every single day. You have given me everything I could ever have
asked for, Violet. Daddy is so grateful to you.”
“You don’t have to thank me. It’s not like I’m doing anything hard. You
pay for everything. That’s why I can stay home and just focus on getting
pregnant, breastfeeding, and spending time with our kids.”
 “You’re a beautiful goddess…” I trail off, suckling her breast briefly
before freeing it. “And you deserve to be taken care of so you can focus on
being your gorgeous, nurturing self.”
With that promise, I swallow her nipple and drain her breast in record
time.
Then I keep Violet on my lap, bouncing her as I caress her smooth skin
that’s stretched over her eight-month pregnant stomach.
“You’re my miracle, Violet. I’m so glad I never stopped looking for
you.”
“And I’m glad you found me.” Violet blinks. “God knows I need an
alpha daddy to milk me and fuck me right.”
I laugh and continue enjoying the sight of my knocked-up wife.
Nothing else brings me more joy than knowing we belong to each other.

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 Also by Krystal Clark

Loved Alpha Daddy’s Milk? If you want a masked daddy, dubcon, and a forbidden age gap with
lactation, check out book #1 in this series:
Stalker Daddy’s Milk

If you love steamy monster romance with lactation and breeding, check out my Monster Daddies
series, starting with the gargoyle romance, Maid for the Gargoyle Lord.
My Best Friend’s Monster Dad
Kraken King’s Bride
Love contemporary romance?
Buy my box set collections, Milky with Big Bellies and Taboo Daddy Short Stories Collection,
which contain 10 of my other books focused on breeding, daddy kink, and lactation.
Milky with Big Bellies
Taboo Daddy Short Stories Collection
You can also check out my longer story, Pregnant for My Dad’s Enemy if you love breeding and
lactation kink mixed with a bit of mafia and insta love.
Pregnant for My Dad’s Enemy

And if you like a bit of daddy kink and degradation, check out:
Degraded by My Best Friend’s Dad
Stalker Daddy’s Milk
Billionaire’s Cream

Keep an eye out for my new releases on Amazon. I release at least one book a month. You can also
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 About the Author

Krystal Clark is an emerging author of erotica and monster romance. She writes hot and steamy short
stories with happy endings. She writes a variety of kinks. If you are a fan and would like to see her
write any specific tropes, feel free to reach out to her.

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