Page 61 of Milk
He pulled the butt plug out, leaving me horribly empty, then spread my ass with his fingers. “Such a good girl for me.”
“Yes, yes. I’m your good girl,” I moaned.
He lifted my thick thigh and pushed my knee towards my chest. He kissed along my knee and lower thigh as his cocks pressed against my cunt and my ass. I clenched instinctively, but his fingers tease my clit, making me whimper and relax.
Carter slid further and further in, filling me, inch by inch. Completely. Entirely. Slowing the way in, and then abrupt, harsh and rough once he had buried to the hilt.
“Fuck me!” I begged.
“You don’t have to beg for this anymore. Never again, sweet cow. My cocks are yours. Use them, Tiff,” he panted as he set a breakneck pace.
As rough as his thrusts were, his hands were tender, caressing, praising me as much as he did verbally. My whole body jiggled, spreading more pleasure across my body.Everything was ecstasy, everything was right. I was his, his cow. The bell on my neck jingled, matching his aggressive thrusts. I couldn’t hold out. I was so full of the complicated man I loved, so overwhelmed by him - my whole body spasmed.
I came for the third time. My ass clenched around one of his dicks as my cunt milked the other, it was too much for both of us.
“Fuck, Tiff! You’re made for me, so fucking-”.
“B-breed me! Breed me, owner!” I screamed just before I came.
I squirted and as I did, I felt him burying himself deep, grunting and pushing what felt like a gallon of cum inside my sex and inside my ass.
I mooed for him. I mooed in pleasure as he filled me with his cum. We laid together in the tickling grass, sated, pleased, overwhelmed, and together. He pulled me closer as we fought to catch our breath. His heartbeat echoed through my body until mine slowed to match his.
“Fuck, Carter,” I muttered, still breathing hard. “This was… wow”
“I know, Tiff. I know.”
I turned to my side to look into his blue eyes. He was flushed, dewy with sweat, utterly pleased like I’d never seen him. He was beautiful, gentle when given the option, rough and cold when needed. He’d exposed his secrets, his past, and listened to mine. Maybe we were both monsters, maybe we deserved more than what we’d been settling for. He’d said he didn’t want to hear my answer to his confession, so I just looked at him until he smirked.
“You are dying to tell me, aren’t you?” He asked playfully. I nodded. He chuckled. “Don’t think about it right now”
“That’s easy for you to say!”
“No, it’s not, but I don’t want to ruin this perfect moment,” he said.
I huffed, then Carter pushed my legs apart. He got on his knees to kneel between my thighs. As he opened my legs, more of his cum came leaked out of me.
“I’ll distract you,” He promised, and then he dove in, happy to taste his cum mixing with my honey.
He sucked my clit, proving exactly how well he could distract me. He adjusted me in his arms, pulling my knees over his shoulders so I could watch him feast on me. He eyed my breasts as I sucked one of my nipples, needing more, always more.
“I have… Just one favor to ask of you, Tiffany…” He answered, between licks.
I knew, whatever it was, I would do it. Anything he asked of me was his.
Icouldn’t sleep that night. I may have dozed off for a moment, but several times during the night, I would wake up, next to Tiffany’s warm body, and inhale deeply, thinking that it could very well be the last time I had a chance to cuddle with my cow. I hardly wanted to sleep. I just wanted to enjoy her. How she felt in my arms, her even breathing, the way she sought me out in bed, it was spell binding.
When my alarm went off, I silenced it, already awake. I gently roused Tiffany too.
I was surprised, for a moment, that she could fall asleep so easily, when there was so much at stake. Then I remembered the dozens of messy orgasms she had in the prairie and the handful more when we showered. We’d talked about easy things, flirted, and fell into each other again and again for the eight or nine hours before she finally collapsed on the mattress. We’d made up for the time we lost when I hid from her. Or maybe we’dprepared for the fact that she might leave me forever by the end of that night.
“Tiff, come. It’s time.”
She blinked, exhausted, and slowly pushed herself up, rubbing her eyes. “Time…?”
“For you to do whatever you want to do,” I said, trying not to think too hard about it.
I got up and gave her some time to fully wake up, go through her morning routine, and wake up. As she did, I fetched a white jumpsuit, the same as the ones worn by my farmhands and security. This one had been tailored to her specific size. I placed it folded on the bed, along with the key card she had stolen from me.
