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Ignoring his morning erection for as long as he had, plus hooking Mina up to the pump, and then slowly filling her tight little ass with the big plug had shredded all of Patrick’s restraint. He liked to think that he was in charge of his baser needs, but something about this particular kink, something about Mina, completely undid him.

It didn’t help that he knew he only had a few days with her before she had to go back to Alabama. If he could keep his dick inside her for the entire time, letting her up only to eat and use the bathroom, he probably would. He was that hungry for her.

And she sure as hell wasn’t going to stop him.

She took every hard thrust with an impassioned moan, unbothered by the way it rattled the bench she was on, lifting her hips as if begging for more. Despite the tight fit of the plug, she’d done nothing more than whimper and squirm while he’d inserted it.

The idea of fitting his cock into that tight channel had his balls aching. But it didn’t matter their size difference, she was fucking made for him.

Made to take his cock.

Made to meet his passions.

Made to be his little hucow.

Fuck.

“Oh please,” she started to beg, the way she did when she was getting close to orgasm. “Oh please, oh please, oh please…”

Groaning, he fucked her harder, moving faster, pounding into her as the pump continued to pull and tug at her nipples. Her pussy clenched around him, squeezing the fuck out of his dick as he impaled her on it over and over again. The thick curve of the bulb of the plug rubbed against the top of his cock with every thrust, the thin lining separating his dick from the toy not enough to keep him from feeling it.

“Come for me, little hucow,” he ordered. “Cream yourself all over my cock.”

That was all it took. Mina’s wail of ecstasy was immediate, loud, and accompanied by her pussy spasming around his dick.

Oh fuck.

The sensations of her pussy pulling at him sent him over the edge too, and he thrust hard, burying himself inside her and filling her needy pussy with his cum.

CHAPTER 10

Mina

Once he got her cleaned up from her milking and their fuck-fest, Patrick put her in the petting zoo with the other animals, which Mina had no problem with. The animals were all just as interested in her as she was in them. She liked animals and she enjoyed watching their antics.

Patrick introduced her to all of them. She just about lost it giggling when he told her the duck was named Howard. Then there was the goose, Ryan Goosling. The pigs named Wilbur and Babe. The tortoise named Michelangelo.

She wasn’t sure she understood why the llama was named Sherlock, but the way he eyed her with puzzlement did remind her of Benedict Cumberbatch, so there was that.

Someone definitely had a sense of humor.

Her favorite was the African grey parrot, who had come out on Arlo’s shoulder and immediately announced, “I’m the boss.”

That had cracked her up, especially when Arlo introduced the bird as “Bossy P” and the parrot had given Patrick a suspiciouslook before immediately repeating his pronouncement that he was the boss.

“He doesn’t like most men,” Arlo explained, as the bird hopped to Arlo’s other shoulder, which was farther away from Patrick. Mina giggled again because Patrick was eying Bossy P with the same suspicion that the bird was giving him. Chuckling, Arlo returned to the barn with the parrot still riding on his shoulder.

It was a beautiful day out and she felt perfectly comfortable prancing around in her little hucow outfit, playing with the animals. Who didn’t want to spend all day in a petting zoo? (Well, it was mostly comfortable. Sometimes the big plug that he’d shoved up her butt gave her a twinge of discomfort, but not enough to ruin her enjoyment).

She cooed over the bunnies, got to help toss some corn to the chickens, and somehow ended up playing a game of tag with the two goats—Clara and Clancy. Anna and Elsa came over to romp a little too, but Stella hung back, apparently too mature to join in the games. Mina didn’t mind.

The whole while, Patrick hung out at the edge of the pen, leaning against the top rail, watching and smiling as she enjoyed herself. She also felt very safe because he was there. Not that she thought she’d feel unsafe on the Ranch if he wasn’t… she just felt extra safe.

That’s all.

It was starting to get close to lunchtime, according to the way her stomach felt, when she heard it.

Giggling.

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