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CHAPTER 14

Mina

She had a boyfriend.

Patrick was her boyfriend.

About to be her long-distance boyfriend, but hey… she was going home from the Ranch with a boyfriend. Talk about unexpected and unintended consequences.

But she felt so damn happy. And sad. At the same time.

Happy because he felt the same way she did, like he didn’t want their time together to end, and sad because tomorrow it was going to. At least being long-distance gave her some hope. Plus, she could come back out and visit. Maybe he could come visit her too, although he’d already taken time off for her this week.

They’d figure it out though.

Mina hadn’t ever done quitethislong distance of a relationship before, but no one had ever made her feel like Patrick before either. Not just the hucow stuff, but the way they’d been outside of the fantasy. She liked talking to him andmaking him laugh, or choke on a cookie. Listening to him talk about his cows and his job was fascinating.

He made her feel good, in every way.

If she didn’t have to give that up, why would she?

Especially when he was a brawny cowboy who let her ride on his shoulders because she’d twisted her ankle. Watching him freak out had been pretty cute. She’d been more surprised and annoyed with herself than hurt, but he’d rushed her to urgent care anyway and then acted like she might have broken her leg or something.

However, she wasn’t going to protest getting to ride around on his shoulders. It was incredibly fun and the view was great.

Unfortunately, as the day went on, she was becoming less and less comfortable until she finally had to tell him that her boobs were starting to hurt. They were actually feeling kind of hard when she touched them with her fingers.

“Damn,” Patrick said with a low whistle when he curved his hands around them. He’d taken her down from his shoulders the second she’d asked. “They do feel hard.”

“I think I need to be milked.” She looked up at him pleadingly, the need already growing between her legs.

Tonight was their last night together for a while. She intentionally tacked on that “for a while” because she fully intended to return soon.

His eyes glowed, like he was thinking the same thing. “Let’s get you back to the Ranch.”

In the cabin, he didn’t put her on the machine. He milked her with his mouth, sitting in a chair while she moved up and down on his cock, his lips going back and forth between her needy breasts. Some of it spilled over, trickling down her stomach, sliding between her legs and adding extra lubrication to the wet heat between them. Mina moaned as she rubbed her clit againsthim, the slickness giving her even more stimulation to the little bud.

They moaned as they moved together in unison, his big hands cupping her ass, helping her up and down on his cock as pleasure exploded through her and made her weak.

She fell asleep wrapped up in his arms, one arm under her head as a pillow, the other wrapped around her body just under her breasts. At some point in the middle of the night, she woke up to his cock insistently nudging its way into her pussy. She wriggled, moaning, as he filled her all over again while they were both still half asleep, but instead of actually fucking her, once he was fully embedded he held still.

Like he just wanted to stay inside her, joined with her, and didn’t want the moment to end.

Mina didn’t either.

Somehow she managed to fall back asleep, despite being stuffed with cock. Her pussy was going to be so sore when she got home, but it was worth it.

When she woke up, it was Patrick’s tongue buried in her pussy, not his cock. Her breasts were achingly full of milk, the discomfort adding to the assault of sensations on her senses. He licked her to a screaming orgasm before taking her over to the pump.

Mina moaned as he attached the suction cups. Her body felt so exquisitely sensitive, so needy, and the swollen mounds of her breasts ached to be relieved. Considering that she’d just had an orgasm, it wasn’t like she needed another one, but the rush of sensation as her milk let down almost felt as good as.

She could feel the milk moving through her, hear it hitting the tubes in a steady stream with each rhythmic pull.

Patrick settled in behind her, sliding into her for one last milking fuck. She was slick and wet from her previous orgasm, her nerve endings extra sensitive, and she cried out as he filledher. He moved with the same rhythm as the pump, a relentless thrusting deep inside her while the pump worked on her breasts, pulling milk from her in bursts.

Shuddering, Mina bucked her hips back at him, gasping when his hands shifted on her, his thumb dipping into her wetness and then pressing against her anus.

“Oh please…” She squealed as his thumb pushed inside the little hole, adding an extra dollop of sensation that brought the total to a sum so intense she could barely stand it. “Oh please, oh please, oh please,Patrick!”

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