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Chuck leaned down and kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth again.

As he did, he began to thrust. Millie’s moans grew louder and louder. She tried to keep a lid on her pleasure, her whole body trembling with the effort of it, but it was so damn good that she couldn’t help but utter, “Faster Daddy, please.”

But Chuck had immense self-control, and he didn’t move faster, only harder. As she squirmed beneath him, her pleasure mounting, he kissed her harder.

It made her body burn, it made her need skyrocket. Her ecstasy swelled and swelled and swelled until she thought it might burst.

“Don’t come,” Chuck said, his voice low and husky, “not yet.”

She bucked her hips. She knew she must be acting like a wild animal, but she couldn’t control herself, she couldn’t stop what she was doing. She needed more, she needed more, she needed more…

“I’m close,” she whispered. “I’m so very, very close.”

“I’m not going to stop,” Chuck said.

Millie felt her heart race.

“But don’t you dare come. Not until I tell you. You understand?”

How was she meant to do it? It was impossible. With the pleasure he was giving her, the overwhelming feeling of it, she felt like there was no way that she could stop herself.

Something, though, took hold of her. A resolve she hadn’t felt for years. Shecoulddo this. She could prove that she was a good girl, someone who didn’t give in to her impulses, who didn’t give up at the first sign of difficulty.

Millie fixed Chuck’s beautiful eyes with her own, and as he started to move marginally faster, she dug in. She was going to stay with him, and she wasn’t going to come until he told her she could.

It was tough, though.

As Chuck’s cock thrust into her, the pleasure grew and grew, and she felt like she was inches away from coming. But she didn’t, she pressed on. She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, screwed her eyes shut, she did everything she could think of to keep her from giving in.

Millie managed, somehow. She felt her whole body shudder with the effort, and every single nerve, every single sinew, felt as though it was about to snap, but she held on. She held, and she held, and she held.

“Good girl,” Chuck said, grunting. “Millie, you are a good girl.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

She knew that he was close — she could feel it in the way he was moving. His cock was so thick and so hard inside her, like it was fit to burst. He was moving faster and faster, his hands touching her breasts, her butt, caressing her clit.

“F-fuck,” Chuck said, groaning with the pleasure of it all, “you feel… you feel so fucking good.” He leaned in and kissed her again — this kiss was different, it was pure, bestial passion. His lips, his tongue, they possessed her, and then, when the kiss was done, he whispered into her ear: “Now, darling. Now you can come.”

But it wasn’t just her. She felt the power of Chuck’s orgasm, as his cock bucked inside her, and it made her lose control.

For Millie, the pleasure was almost blinding. She didn’t feel like she was coming — she felt like she was being swept away by a supernova. Lights exploded in her vision, her whole body was aflame. It was so intense that it was painful, but instead of worrying about it, instead of thinking that it was something to complain about, she felt like it was beautiful. It was like tasting a new and wonderful food. It was like being catapulted into paradise.

Millie’s pussy spasmed around Chuck’s cock. Her whole body felt like it was seizing up, like all her muscles were flexing and fighting against each other. She felt limp, weak, and she knew that it was as if her orgasm had emptied her out.

As the sensation retreated, and her vision and hearing returned to normal, she heard Chuck groan again. His cock was still inside her, still pulsing away.

She knew, then, that if she could control herself like this, she could do anything.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Turnsout,mountingareal horse is a little more daunting than mounting a toy.

Millie looked up into Ranger’s eyes. It had been a week since she’d started playing with the stick horses at the Quiet Cabin, and so much had happened in that time.

“You got this, Mill,” Chuck encouraged her. The other North brothers were also there — they’d come by to lend their support. The more time she spent with Trent and Duke, the closer she felt to them.

Initially, she’d found them both intimidating in their own ways. Trent was so incisive and smart, and Duke was just… well he was justsoDuke. But it was clear to her that they both enjoyed her company. Duke, in particular, had taken a strong liking to her. She hadn’t plucked up the courage to ask to call him Uncle, but one day, when they’d been cleaning dirt from the corral, he’d said to her, “You know, I’m kinda gettin’ to think of you as a little sister.”

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