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“You’re going to come apart for me,” she said, dropping her head so that it lay against her sub’s neck. “You’re going to take me and let yourself be bred like the perfect little hucow slut you are.”
“Yessssss,” hissed Penny.
Her sub had a slight humiliation kink, and paired with this, with the milking and the breeding, it spurred Rachel on more. She needed to see Penelope take it all, needed to see her finally loosen her tight grip on her control. To let go for Rachel and give herself over to pleasure.
“Please,” pleaded Penelope. “Please, I need it. I need you.”
Her breath was coming in short bursts, and Rachel growled. “Don’t you dare come yet, little moo. Wait for me. Wait for?—”
Penny’s eyes were screwed shut, as if she were fighting off her approaching orgasm, but Rachel had no intention of making her wait on the edge too long this time. She’d been such a good girl, such a good sub, and she deserved her reward.
“Look at me, Penelope.”
Blue eyes blinked open and fixed on Rachel. Trusting. Vulnerable.
“I’m going to count you down, and then you’re going to come with me whilst I knock you up. Are you ready?”
She nodded, biting her lip, and then Rachel started the countdown. From five, because she wasn’t sure ifshecould hold out long enough for a countdown from ten.
“Five.” She twisted her hand so that she could add a thumb to the four fingers that were filling up Penelope.
“Four.”
Penny’s breathing shallowed, coming in quick short bursts.
“Three.”
Her cunt tightened around Rachel’s fingers, almost painfully.
“Two.” Rachel ground down, and kissed and sucked on Penelope’s neck, before pulling herself up. The other woman lay before her, sweat-streaked and moaning. “Eyes on me, little cow.”
Those blue eyes flickered to hers, and widened as she said, “One. Come with me, Penny.” Rachel came with a shout, her hips jerking back and forth as the orgasm rushed through her. She was vaguely aware of Penelope screaming her pleasure out, her cunt flooding Rachel’s hand.
“My perfect little cow,” said Rachel, and kissed her girl.
CHAPTER 19
Penelope
It felt as if she’d been wrung out.
There was nothing left of Penelope in her body. She was outside it, floating above, still high on the orgasm that had wrecked her. Rachel had rolled her onto her side and pulled her in close so that they could cuddle. She was vaguely aware of the fact that she was clinging to her Domme, but only vaguely.
That had been the most intense orgasm she’d had in years; possibly ever.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d screamed in pleasure like that. After Cristina had mocked her for how low loud she’d get, she made the conscious decision to hold back, so as not to make a fool of herself.
Rachel had ripped any self-consciousness from her soul until all that was left was this kernel of desire that she’d coaxed into full bloom.
She let herself fall back down into her body and went limp against the pillows.
“Hey there, Pen. You okay?”
Rachel looked as mussed up as she felt, her lips bitten pink, her hair all over the place. Penelope didn’t say anything, justreached up and pulled the other woman down to kiss her deeply. She could taste herself on Rachel’s lips, but she didn’t care. She wanted this. Needed this.
Since their first kiss the previous day, Penelope found herself obsessing about the feel of Rachel’s lips, soft against hers, and right now it was everything she needed.
“Penny? Penelope?”
