Page 77 of Broken Bonds
“Yes! Please!”
Oh, he’s soooo gone.
Chuckling, I kiss him again and move the milker cart within reach. Then I realize I have a logistical problem. I have to put the milker cup on him and can’t do that while my cock’s in his mouth. I have a switch on a long cord, so that part’s all right. But I want to feel him scream around my cock when I switch it on and watch his wide-eyed shock and awe as he gives it the first one or two in short order.
The rest will take longer, but as young and horny as the pup is I have no doubt he’ll barely have enough time to process the sensation before his eyes roll back in his head.
Again.
That’s when I spot something on the shelf and have an aha moment. I walk over and grab the roll of blue vet wrap. It only takes a minute to rig a makeshift harness to hold the cup in place on his cock.
He shivers in that familiar way I recognize, a guy deep in the zone, when his cock slides into the cup.
That practically makes me giggle. “You are in for an evening,” I warn.
He moans, his eyes close, and he frantically tries to flex his hips to fuck the milker. But yay, straps.
Now with the cup securely in place, I retake my seat and scruff his hair. “Color?”
“Green!”
“Okay. If you need me to stop and your mouth is full, slap the right handle repeatedly. Understand?”
“Yes!”
He opens his mouth wide without me even asking. “Don’t bite me, pup,” I warn. I don’t go too deep because I don’t want to gag him. I want him to completely enjoy himself.
He starts to laugh when I flip the switch.
His eyes widen and the scream starts almost immediately. I laugh and run my fingers through his hair, watching him, enjoying the vibrations through my cock. He’s helpless to fuck the emotionless machine as it pulls the first one from him but he still tries to thrust his hips. He screams and moans for a good minute or so before it turns into plaintive, muffled whines and his gaze wobbles up to me.
I smile. “That was one.” I rub my thumb along the bridge of his nose, just under where an adorable furrow of desperation has emerged. “Settle in and get comfortable, pup. It’ll be a looong night.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Mal
Expanded Universe
I don’t see stars—I see fucking galaxies.
I see nebulae the biggest telescope can’t even spot from its orbital path around the earth.
What little bravado I clung to dissolves when that first orgasm slams into me and slaps me so hard I don’t need a rocket to make orbit. It’s a white-hot pleasure I’ve never experienced before.
No, I don’t bite Todd—thank god—but I don’t bother trying to stay quiet, either.
Not that I think he wants me to stay quiet.
He watches me helplessly writhe against the straps—yay, bondage!—and the crinkles at the outer corners of his eyes are every bit as addictive as this thing now sucking my cock.
He might need to keep this barn locked or I’ll be tempted to spend every free moment I have out here.
His fingers scritch my scalp while he takes a slow, shallow stroke. “That’s the sound I love hearing,” he says. “That plaintive, desperate whine when you realize it’s still sucking your cock and mindlessly doing its job.” He arches an eyebrow at me and pointedly looks at my right hand.
I give him a thumbs-up and mumble, “Green!” around his meat.
Which is something else I hope happens soon—I want to impale myself on his cock and spend hours riding him.
