Page 21 of M!lking Mina

“Get into the bed, little hucow,” he ordered. Mina obeyed with alacrity, which made him smile.

He got everything set and the lights turned off before coming over to settle down next to her. He could feel her hesitation when he climbed in beside her, like she wasn’t sure what to do.

Patrick solved the problem by hauling her back against him so he was spooned around her. Reaching down between her legs, he pulled one up, hooking his arm around her knee to spread them far enough apart that he could get his cock between them. Adjusting her thong only took a moment and then he rocked his hips, pushing his cock into her from behind for the second time that day.

Mina whimpered, moaning, as he started to thrust into her, pressing his lips to the back of her neck as he did so.

In this position he couldn’t pound into her the way he had before, and he didn’t want to.

This time he was able to take his time, pushing his arm under Mina’s head for her to use as a pillow while his hands roamedover her body. She whimpered, wriggling her hot bottom against his groin as he thrust, slow and steady, palming her breasts and sore nipples as he did so.

Every little movement of hers just brought him more pleasure and he moved his lips over the back of her neck, enjoying her little gasps and moans filling the intimate cocoon of their passion.

Mina

Patrick’s slow, easy thrusts back and forth in her sore pussy were driving her wild. Once she’d seen the size of his cock, she was shocked it had fit inside her but now she was impaled on it again. She knew she was going to be sore in the morning but it felt so good she didn’t care. She wanted to be sore.

It had been way too long since she’d had good sex, and even though this was entirely different than their first time, it was incredibly hot. She could feel her orgasm growing with every slide of his cock. Moaning, she wriggled, pushing back against him. The heat of her spanking had mutated, turning into pleasure.

His big hands moved over her breasts, squeezing, rubbing her sore nipples through the soft material of the bikini, which added an extra sensation to the stimulation. Without the tail she felt a little emptier, but that didn’t stop the growing ecstasy. She was still extremely full, her pussy stretched around his huge girth, taking his length over and over again.

The idea that he wanted to put it in her ass eventually…

Just the thought turned her on even as it terrified her. But she wanted to be his good little hucow. She could picture it—her bent over the milking bench, the suction cups pulling at her nipples, crying out and biting her lip in discomfort as he slowly fucked her ass for his pleasure, his hands gripping her hips and holding her in place just like they had today. Her clit throbbed in eager response to the vision filling her mind, and if she could have pressed her legs together to put some pressure on the little bud, she would have.

But her hands were free now.

She reached down, getting them against the wet thong where her clit was for just a moment before she felt his fingers grip her wrist, pulling her hand away. Mina whimpered in disappointment.

“Wrap your arms around my neck, little hucow,” he murmured, nuzzling the back of her head. “I’ll be the only one touching you tonight. Your pleasure, your orgasms, are mine.”

Mina moaned.

He was too good to be real and yet here she was, getting fucked senseless by a brawny cowboy in a barn. One that had spanked her and milked her. Reaching up, she put her arms around his neck. It was a slightly awkward angle for her but she did love how it exposed her entire body to his touch.

One of his big hands slid inside her bikini top, his fingers seeking out her sore nipple, while the other moved down under her skirt and into her thong. She moaned, shuddering, as his finger circled the little bud, his cock still moving, going in deep and sliding away before filling her all over again.

“Please,” she begged, shuddering. He pinched her nipple, tugging, and she moaned, her pussy clamping down around him. “Please, I need to come again.”

“You’ll come when I tell you to, little hucow,” he said, a hint of sadistic enjoyment in his voice.

He was clearly getting off on controlling her orgasm, on making her wait. Which just turned her on even more.

Mina was helpless against his hands and cock, her body caged in by his as he spooned her, his fingers tormenting her with stimulation without pushing her over the edge. She gripped her hands tighter, feeling his hair brushing against the sides of her palms as she held herself in place for him.

As hard and fast as he’d taken her before, he was now as slow and steady. It was about elongating the experience rather than rushing for the finish line, his cock moving relentlessly, filling her over and over again, making her senses clamor for the peak that remained just out of reach.

“Please,” she begged over and over again, unable to do anything else to try and urge him onward. “Please, please, please…”

But he was moving at his own pace, his skillful fingers playing her like an instrument and he was the maestro, fully in control of her senses.

She wasn’t sure how long he fucked her, teased her, tormented her, before his pace finally began to pick up. His cock moved, slick and fast and hard, picking up speed as his fingers finally pressed firmly against her clit.

“Now!”

Mina cried out, shuddering, as the long-awaited orgasm slammed into her. Her pussy clenched down around him, squeezing and pulsing, as wave after wave of ecstasy ran through her. She felt tears slide from her eyes, wetting her cheeks as the onslaught of sensations overwhelmed her, leaving her writhing and breathless as his fingers relentlessly circled and pressed while he buried his cock inside her.

The pleasure went on and on, becoming almost too much to bear. Her clit throbbed, swollen and overstimulated, and she couldn’t help but reach down to try to stop him, her fingers clutching at his wrist where his hand was buried between her legs. It didn’t matter. He didn’t stop.

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