Page 66 of M!lked For His Pleasure

“Dottie? Are you okay? Are you—” Jerking his hand away from her breasts, Daddy went still with his cock buried deep inside her. “Is that… is thatmilk?”

Joy swept through her as her Daddy groaned. “It is. Holy fuck, darlin’, it’s delicious. Pearl! Help me get my little cow out of these stocks.”

A flurry of commotion surrounded her as she tried to wrap her mind around what had just happened. And then she was up in her Daddy’s arms, being carried up to the house, to their bedroom.

Where he laid her out on their bed, his expression damn near worshipful as he leaned down to remove the bit from her mouth. “My sweet little cow. You made milk for me.”

She glanced down at her swollen breasts, where the creamy white liquid dripped from her nipples. Grinning, she looked back up at him, stretching her arms over her head and pushing her breasts up at him. “Moo!”

“That’s right, baby. Good little cows say ‘moo’. I can’t wait to taste your sweet milk while I fuck you good and hard.”

He’d been stripping as he spoke, and now he settled between her thighs, impaling her with a single stroke that had her arching up on a gasp that was both pleasure and pain. As he fucked her, good and hard just as he’d promised, he bent his head to wrap his lips around her nipple.

And sucked.

More pain, more pleasure as the milk flowed from her breasts into his greedy mouth. She was lost on the sea of it, lost in the joy of knowing she’d finally given her Daddy the one thing he’d been craving for so long.

Now when she mooed, it was low and loud, filled with the pleasure swirling inside her, desperate to be free.

They came together, shuddering explosions of fulfilled need as he filled her with his seed and emptied her breasts of the last of their milk at the same time. Collapsing beside her, he pulled her into his arms and nuzzled at her neck.

“My sweet, perfect little cow. I knew I was right.”

“About what?”

“Happy cows make the sweetest milk.” When he kissed her, she could taste the sweetness of her own milk on his tongue. “And yours is the sweetest of all.”

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