Page 66 of Milk
He traced some of my spots with his fingers, making me tremble and arch against him. I’d say anything to have him. I was soaked, aching, and needed him to make tonight good.
“I’m your prettiest cow. Perfectly spotted with so many options for you to grab, lick, bite, own,” I panted. “Fuck me in front of a mirror next and I’ll kiss my own reflection.”
“My sweet slutty Tiff,” he groaned. He turned my chin to face him and kissed me hungrily as one hand moved up my belly, squeezing in appreciation until he got to my breast.
As I asked, he milked me while using his other hand to adjust his dicks. One against my ass, one against my cunt. “I’ll fill you up with my cum again, take you to bed, and stretch your pussy all over again. We’ll fuck for as long as we can take it.”
I could always take him. I proved it by rocking back so he filled me with one sure thrust. Carter groaned and my lips parted with him. I was so full of him, so perfectly, amazingly full. He squeezed and lightly twisted my nipple as he panted against my lips.
“I’m yours. I can always take it. I’ll always want more,” I moaned.
He fucked me like it was his single mission in life to make me cum. His fingers on my nipple, his fingers on my clit, his mouth on mine, licking moans off my tongue, it was flawless. Every harsh thrust pushed me further onto the table, but I kept arching back, needing to feel more of him.
I came for him, but he just fucked me harder, snarling in my ear, telling me exactly how he was going to use me, all the toys he’d use too, until I wasn’t sure if my second orgasm was from the dirty talk or from his feral fucking.
It didn’t matter. As I lingered on the edge of orgasm number three, I broke. Moaning, mooing, yelling his name wasn’t enough.
“Breed me! Fill me! Fucking breed me!” I begged in a hoarse shout.
Carter snarled, bit my throat just above my clanking collar and gave me a series of deep, sure thrusts before we came together. I gushed all over his cocks, milking them as he pumped me full of cum. I shuddered and slumped down, savoring the feel of his pulsing cocks inside me.
I was his. Forever. I wasn’t ashamed to let the whole world know; I was his cow. And he was my owner.
The silence of the small secluded beach was broken by the sound of a helicopter flying above. It was a little closer than I’d like, but it soon disappeared. It wasn’t unusual around here, since this chain of islands was only accessible by helicopter or private yachts. I exhaled happily while enjoying the return of my blessed silence.
The sun was burning hot, and the golden glare bouncing off the waves in front of me made sunglasses a necessity. Sitting on the lounge chair, I took a sip of my Piña colada before resting it on the cooler half buried in the sand beside me. I used to hate sweet drinks like these. I was a whisky neat sort of man. But a lot had changed in the last six months, and I guess, my taste in drinks, much like my life, had become much less bitter.
As I looked at the distant form of Tiffany splashing in the shallow azure waters, wearing the cow print bikini that I bought for her, I couldn’t help but feel my two cocks twitchin my Speedo. Custom-made, with an extra-large pouch to accommodate me. At first, the staring made me embarrassed, but Tiffany loved it. I had to admit, I enjoyed the way the women stared at me with curiosity, and at her with jealousy. So, I grew to love it too. Much like the Piña colada, it was an acquired taste.
Tiffany had introduced me to many pleasurable things that I wouldn’t have ever allowed myself to enjoy otherwise. We saved each other and ourselves in the process of coming together. She embraced how beautiful and unique she was. I’d embraced myself and started believing that I could make a life with her – something that was better, stretched farther, and would last longer than Sunshine Sanctuary.
Moving my arm to the side, I reached into the tote bag I brought. My fingers wrapped around what I wanted and I sighed in relief. It was always where I put it, but I always had to check. I pulled it out and slipped it in my shirt pocket.
My smartwatch beeped. The banks had just opened in America, and the scheduled transfer probably went through already. I took my small laptop out of my tote bag and opened it, going to my bank’s website. As the page loaded, I got distracted watching Tiffany and Wren playfully splash each other. Their massive breasts wobbled back and forth as they laughed. Then a shadow appeared to my right. I looked up to find Susan in a wine red one-piece swimsuit, sipping some pineapple-based drink and wearing a long straw hat. While she had shades on, I knew she was watching Wren.
“They look happy, don’t they?” Susan asked.
“Theyarevery happy,” I said, sure of it.
She agreed, sitting in the chair next to me. Her attention flicked to the resort behind us. Her brows furrowed, and in the reflection of her sunglasses, I saw men approaching. A small man with a cane led the others. His skin was tanned, almost the color of fine ground cinnamon, and tufts of white hair sproutedfrom the sides of his head. His dark almond-shaped eyes made his Asian ancestry clear. Standing beside him were two large goons that might as well be twins and a young woman.
I studied her more intently. Hazel eyes, blonde hair. She was beautiful, but … familiar. My chest ached slightly as I focused on her face, the ghost of laugh lines at the corners of her mouth. I’d met her before. I was sure of it. Seen her. Why couldn’t I-
“Fuck,” I breathed.
“Carter?” Susan asked, on alert.
I waved her away, focused entirely on the woman as I stood. I looked away, then back to her. Was I hallucinating? No, I’d still see her like I’d seen her in photos if it was a hallucination. She was older now, but she still had our mother’s eyes, her smile.
“Sarah?” I whispered.
I was sure she’d give me a weird look, ask if we’d met, tell me I was mistaken. Instead, she offered a hesitant smile. I stood up, closing my Hawaiian shirt just so my dicks wouldn’t be distracting. I moved past Komodo, ignoring him completely. I hesitated a moment, looking her over, then hugged my sister tightly. She stiffened, a stranger in my arms, before melting into the embrace.
“Are you coming home now?” I asked her, my voice thick. “The deal is done. You’re free.”
Sarah pulled back gently. She looked at me with a deep sadness for the years we’d lost, but underneath it was a flicker of gratitude. Then she took Komodo’s hand. “I am home, Carter.” She looked at the old man with an expression I couldn’t decipher.Love? “We have a home, each other, and a child.”
I stared at Komodo, who just smiled.
