Page 50 of Milk & Malice: Vadik

My udders were burning. Stretched. Sore.

My ass—full. Throbbing.

My cunt—untouched. Soaking my thighs.

He jerked my breasts upward again, spraying milk as he shoved in harder.

I screamed. I moaned. I sobbed.

And I didn’t want it to stop.

He shoved my face into the milk-sodden pillows and rose behind me, gripping my ass cheeks. I relaxed, waiting—

I screamed again. My brain couldn’t catch up.

His cock slammed back and forth like a machine, his heavy balls smacking my empty pussy with every thrust.

I was in heaven. I was in hell.

Neither mattered as I held my hole open for him.

To use.

Yes.

Slam.

Smack.

Pain.

So fucking good.

He sawed into me, filling me up so good. I clenched around him, the tension unbearable.

Harder. Faster. Until my belly hurt—but I begged for more.

Everything went white.

I came, sobbing his name.

“Owneeer.”

The shrill voice couldn’t be mine.

I clamped down hard, but he pushed through, his cock jerking as my rapid contractions milked his seed.

I could breathe again.

My breath hit the pillows, hot and laboured. His cock still twitched as the last of his come filled me.

The barn was silent.

“Who said you could talk?”

His cold words made my eyes snap open.

Did I?