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With a flip of a couple of clips, I wiggle the full tank over an empty bucket and start to pour the steaming milk.

“Shit. That’s just one cow.” He grabs the second container for me without me having to ask.

“They didn’t go through the parlor this morning, Dad just loaded them up. I bet there’s seven or eight gallons here.” Not counting what I spilled.

The corner of his mustache tilts up. “That’d feed a lot of babies.”

I can’t hold back the laugh. “See? No need to worry.”

He lifts the handles, then pauses to readjust himself. “We might have to remedy this situation in a minute,” he groans.

“Promising me a good time?” I blow him a kiss, then start reassembling the machine for the next cow.

I’m sitting back, watching it work when I catch him coming back from the compost pile.

He tosses the two buckets down, then scoops me up in a single movement. His mouth and hands work over every inch of me, stoking the blaze that’s been simmering into an inferno that scorches under my skin.

“I need you,” he murmurs, nipping at my ear lobe.

Our touch is frantic, frenzied as our fingers seek out zippers and buttons. Desperation fuels us both as I slide my jeans down and kick my leg free.

His engorged cock springs out of his Wranglers, stiff and already leaking. Then he raises my knee, spreading me wide, pinning me against the wall.

“I promised I’d make you scream my name,” he growls, rolling his hips to push himself inside of me.

I thought I’d be sore, but as he fills me, stretches me, the hollow ache disappears. It’s replaced with an intensity of pleasure that pushes me to new heights.

“You’re mine, little rebel.” He pulls back, then thrusts in again.

God, the force of him makes my eyes fall shut, until I’m lost in the overwhelming sensation of him driving into me.

“Yes,” I whimper, arching my back to let him go deeper.

His fingers dig into my thighs, then his thumb shifts between us, finding the spot where our bodies join.

I don’t ever want him to stop.

“Come for your man, baby,” he grunts against my neck. “Then I’m gonna spray your belly with the next generation.” He circles my clit, coaxing an electric arc that ripples through me.

Pressure coils tighter every time he strokes the bundle of nerves.

“I’m yours, Blue!” I scream as lights explode behind my eyes.

The inner muscles of my pussy clench around his rigid cock until he jerks himself free, groaning as he spurts scalding beads of cum across my stomach.

Tracing my finger through one of the sticky clumps, I pull it to my mouth so he can watch me lick the drop.

A little salty, but not unpleasant.

I add a small moan for emphasis.

He shakes his head, a smile tugging up his cheek. “Trouble with a capital ‘T’.”

Chapter Twenty-three

Blue

This coffee just isn’tcutting it.

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