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He kept his pace steady as he finger-fucked her, firmly, sensually, but slowly. She was writhing like a snake around his hand. He could feel her little pussy grasp at his fingers. It was gripping him, trying to pull him in deeper. He eased his fingers in, sliding into her smoothly.
His thumb found her clit. She bucked at the touch. She was getting close. He could feel it. He quickened his pace, rubbing her clit with little circles. She was nearly there. Her pussy was spasming, contracting hard around his fingers. His cock was going crazy. He couldn’t keep waiting like this.
He pulled his fingers out of her. She moaned in frustration.
“Don’t worry, my wet little table, I’m not done with you yet.” He said. He kept his fingers wet and reached around her with them. He slipped his fingers into her ass. Millie made a little noise of surprise, but a moment later, she was groaning with pleasure. He fingered her carefully, tenderly, slowly, and soon Millie was squirming again, clearly enjoying herself.
He used his other hand to touch her clit, pushing gently, rhythmically, until finally, she clenched around his fingers and cried out as she came. He kissed her as she bucked and shuddered, and then tenderly, he pulled his fingers out of her and held her steady as she calmed down.
He was hard as a rock. There was no way he could wait any longer.
Pushing his cock deep into her was the most wonderful feeling.
He tried to go slow, but she was just so wet and tight. He could go as fast as he wanted to. He did. He thrust into her hard, pounding her as hard as he could. He felt her bucking back against him, trying to meet his thrusts. He wrapped his arms around her and grabbed a handful of her hair, tugging it gently. She made a little noise in the back of her throat that stimulated his lust even more.
He pounded her harder and felt her starting to clench and shake. He could feel her orgasm coming. Good girl.
He thrust into her as hard as he could, and then, with a guttural, unstoppable cry of pleasure, he came deep inside her. He could feel her shudders as she came too.
And as he felt himself floating above the earth on wings of pleasure, a thought hit him.
He knew that he had to tell Takis about the relationship right now.
Because he was totally, head over heels, in love.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ComingcleantoTakiswas all about timing. Chuck knew that he had to catch the busy man when he was in a good mood. That meant that Chuck had to be patient.
“I know you’re right to wait,” Millie said one afternoon, while the two of them were brushing down the horses. Millie had been taking a few of the more advanced Littles around the cow pastures that morning, and all the mounts had ended up dusty as all hell. “I’m just so impatient.”
“As I get to know more and more Littles,” Chuck said, “I see that’s not so unusual.”
Millie screwed up her mouth. “I just want to be able to relax, Daddy.”
“I know, I know, and I agree with you. Look, tomorrow, after dinner, I’m gonna go for it. Presuming nothing terrible happens between now and then.”
Luckily, nothing terribledidhappen.
Dinner the next day also happened to be absolutely terrific. Pedro had been experimenting with a pit barrel smoker, and had mastered the art of smoked brisket and burnt ends.
“Carlos,” Takis said in the dinner hall, “how did I manage to find you?”
Pedro laughed and shrugged. He was a big man, but he was as sweet and charming as an apple pie in a tuxedo.
“Actually, I was the one who found Carlos,” Bunny said. “But it took a lot of work to get him to come and work out here.”
“Glad I took the plunge,” Pedro said. “It’s not the same as New York City out here, that’s for sure. But I’m starting to see it as home.”
When everyone had finished eating, an atmosphere of peaceful contentment spread across the room. Sensing that his chance had finally arrived, Chuck stood and walked over to Takis.
“Hey boss, mind if I have a word after chow?”
“Of course,” Takis said, smiling broadly. “Head to my office.”
Chuck tried not to feel nervous, but it was easier said than done.
Takis sat in the chair behind what had once been Chuck’s dad’s old desk, and he looked like the happiest man in the world. “I think because it’s been so hard,” he said, his hands gesturing expressively, “that’s why it feels so rewarding.”
