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Mountain Daddy's Milk & Honeymoon (Spice in the Mountains Book 2), page 1
MOUNTAIN DADDY’S MILK & HONEYMOON
ELENA DAWNE
Copyright © 2023 by ELENA DAWNE
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Edited by fucking legend: Sotia the Awesome.
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Epilogue
Also by Elena Dawne
About the Author
Elena wants to kick book pirates in the balls…
WARNING!
If you’re afraid to get wet, then this book is not for you. The content is written to excite and delight.
This is a work of FICTION.
That means I made it all up for the sake of glorious smut — so if you think you recognize some person or place in this book, you either have some spicy-ass friends or an extremely active fantasy life.
I applaud you!
This book is also intended for ADULTS.
If that’s not you, Sweet Pea, then I love your moxie, but close the book and come back once you’ve turned eighteen. X
CHAPTER ONE
I love the mornings when I’m awake first.
They happen so rarely, that a little sense of magic lingers in the air, making it feel even more wonderful to be cozied-up with a big, warm mountain man.
There’s farm work to do, and we have our first-ever invited guests coming later, but I’ll be tended to first. Ben’s substantial morning wood is already deliciously firm against my stomach.
I keep an appreciative eye on the hairy, oversized bundle of naked man sleeping next to me and try my best not to wake him, as I carefully ease myself higher in our bed. Only once I’ve moved into the perfect position do I allow myself to imagine how good it’s going to feel when my mountain daddy wakes up, and I’m so ready for it. My breasts are full and achy with his morning feed, and the thought of his eager suckling encourages a thin milky bead to form at one nipple.
The giddy sensation grows inside me as it always does before a milking session. No matter how many times we do it, the sheer anticipation of Ben’s rough, silver-streaked beard bristling against my breasts as he hungrily takes his feed gets my pussy dripping with excitement before we even start. He never seems to get enough of me, and just thinking about his hot, thirsty mouth on my swollen breasts makes me feel like his special girl. Every day, he makes it clear that I’m who he craves, and being Ben’s special girl comes with amazing benefits.
I lean forward and brush my nipple against his lips, teasing his sleepy senses, when normally I’d be the one waking to his playful behavior.
Ben smiles dreamily but remains blissfully asleep.
I lean even closer and guide my breast to his mouth again, parting his lips with my nipple and slipping it just inside. Not pushing further or doing anything that might startle him, I simply rest my nipple between his warm lips and think of all the wonderful things he’s going to do with my body when he wakes. His tender touches make me feel so loved, and I’m addicted to the way his huge cock pushes inside and fills me to bursting. It’s the best feeling ever when combined with the sharp, demanding tugs he’ll give at my breast.
The letdown hits me with a rush, and milk dribbles into his mouth. It drips from his relaxed lips to his beard, and then onto the pillow beneath him, before he begins to stir.
He presses his lips together around my nipple as he swallows, and as he suckles gently in his sleep, his thick, meaty cock strains against my thigh. We’ve been doing this long enough for his body to automatically associate the taste of my milk with sexual pleasure.
I know the exact moment awareness hits him.
The suction at my teat strengthens, and he drives his hips forward, thrusting his cock into my ready palm. Ben snags my ass in a fierce grip with his huge, calloused hand, and his eyelids fly open. His rich, brown eyes focus on me, and it’s as if I’m all there is to see.
Before my next breath, Ben pulls off my breast and takes control of my innocent little tease.
I’m rolled and pinned on my back with my wrists held against the mattress over my head, and he looks me over with a warm and interested gaze that holds absolute approval. “Mmm… Good morning, sweet girl.”
Without pausing for further civilities, he lowers his bearded face to my fullest breast and latches on with a thirst that drives me wild with the need to sate it.
He pulls at me with his hot, powerful mouth, as if he intends to take everything I have.
The intensity forces a moan of pure pleasure from my pursed lips. “Daddy.”
Ben’s fat cock strains against my thigh at the pet name that reminds us both how much younger I am than him, the care he takes with me, and the stepfather-like role he once held in my life, before Mom lost her fucking mind and threw away the best damned life we ever had.
No matter. I grew up and found him again as a woman ready for a specific lifestyle, and while Ben took some convincing to see me as grown and fuckable, he came around to giving me what I wanted. It may have been inevitable — the daddy-and-his-special-girl dynamic pricks at the naughty urges within us and stirs them into a need too overwhelming to contain.
With the fuse ignited, there’s only one direction our arousal is headed, and while I can never get there soon enough, Ben prefers to draw out my pleasure. He likes things done a certain way, and I will be the first to admit that, despite my impatience, his methods always leave me panting with desire and ready and willing for anything he wants to do to me.
I’m in love with the look on his face when he’s enjoying me, and I’ll never complain about that sexy smile lingering on his lips. Ben’s taught me that the harder a reward is to earn, the sweeter it can be. Delayed orgasms are almost torture, but they’re also deeply satisfying when they’re delivered. Some things are worth the wait, so I don’t complain when he takes his time appreciating my rounded breasts, hips, and ass.
I adore the way he enjoys my feminine shape. He’s the reason for it — the one who helped my body blossom and develop over the last year. He invested time and energy into nurturing me, as he does any living creature under his care — with attention, love, and extra feed. I came to him a skinny girl, but I’m a fully fledged and filled-out woman now. His woman.
His suction at my breast eases and not ready for him to stop, I thrust my chest thrusts upward. It’s too soon for him to be done, and I whimper and strain against his hold that has me pinned. I love being milked, and I never make a secret of wanting more. “Please, Daddy.”
Ben smiles down at me, a knowing look in his eyes. He knows what I want. What I need.
He thrusts my legs apart, to make room for himself and wastes no time pushing his massive cock inside me. I gasp at the sudden fullness and shift against the intense stretch, angling my pelvis to receive him more deeply. His heavy balls press flush against my ass, and his satisfied grunt at my ability to accommodate him puts a proud smile on my lips.
My mountain daddy’s learned all there is to know about my body. I came to him a virgin, but he’s broken me in so thoroughly, I could take him anytime, anywhere. Being milked several times a day leaves me constantly primed for his cock.
Ben glides in and out of my slick heat, slowly at first, and then fast enough for us to hear how wet he’s made me. We’ve both come to love that sound and the wantonness it inspires within me.
“Mmm. That’s my girl,” Ben rumbles as he forces an appreciative moan from my lips and more slurpy wet noise from my pussy. “Take this big cock.” He grabs my hips and lifts as he drives into me, so I’ll feel every thick inch of him.
Fucking into me hard and fast, Ben sets my full breasts jiggling and rolling in a feast for his hungry gaze that seems to spur him on like nothing else. His cock thickens and jerks inside me, and his thrusts get more savage and frenzied. They’re the actions of a man consumed, and proof that he loves this as much as I do — loves what I do to him.
My breath is getting harder to catch, and my heart pounds, as I rise to meet him as best I can. Trapped where he wants me, I do everything in my power to please him. I bring him deep, to hit my womb with the kind of impact we both enjoy, and his grunted praise sends a flutter of joy through my chest.
Sometimes, he tries to hide how much I affect him, but I devour the tightness of his jaw and every twitch in his big muscles with my gaze, as he visibly unravels at the feel and sight of me.
I’m his. All laid out, for him to use. Every curve and hole I have is for him, and he knows it. This man is my hero, and I trust him completely. He takes such good care of me in every possible way, and he’s all I’ve ever wanted.
Ben ducks his head, clamps his mouth onto my breast, and sucks my nipple hard and deep as he fucks me. I arch into him, as pleasure shoots through me, and I meet his pumping cock with a new desperation.
The stretch intensifies. My inner walls are drawing tight around him, making
Fluent in the language of my body, Ben reads every breath and tremor and hoists my ass higher. He brushes his fingers past my tightest hole with intent, and I whimper as everything inside me tightens even further. “Daddy.”
A loud pounding breaks through my pleasure haze, and I stiffen, but Ben doesn’t skip a beat. He keeps sucking my tits and pumping his massive cock in and out of my juicy hole like a man possessed.
I trust his instincts. It’s probably not the front door but something out in the yard — the house cow impatiently kicking a milk bucket, maybe. If Ben believes she can wait for me to come before he tends to her, who am I to argue?
When the sound comes again, louder, I’m almost certain it’s a knock at the door. Ben still doesn’t falter.
“Ben?” I crane my neck to hear better. “Are your friends here already? Early for the hunt? Should I get the door?”
“No,” he growls, lifting his head from my breast. “You should come on my cock while they wait on the porch.”
I nod, because that’s what I want, but the interruption has thrown me. Riddled with tension instead of pleasure, my body struggles to follow orders.
Ben pumps into me a few more times, and then gives an irritable grunt. “Maggie, baby, I’m not sacrificing your pleasure because those assholes can’t read a clock. You’re going to come. We’re not leaving this bed until your tight little cunt is squeezing the cum from Daddy’s cock.”
“But—”
He shakes his head and grinds into me, until I’m crammed full and my clit is throbbing with potential. “You’re number one,” he says. “They can wait. Understood?”
He does the grinding maneuver again, and I lose my train of thought. Every lost sensation is back on the table, luring my weak, needy flesh back into a growing spiral of sensation. I rock into him uncontrollably, and Ben hums softly and smiles.
“Better,” he whispers, as I move my hips in time with his. His hand grips my ass, and one of his big fingers circles my asshole again. “You’re going to come hard for Daddy, aren’t you?”
Pressing my lips together, I squirm against his finger and nod.
“Good girl. Make it loud, and they’ll know why we’re not out there, welcoming them.” Ben grins at my wide eyes, then lowers his face next to my ear. “Make a lot of fucking noise, baby girl. Show them what Daddy does to you.” His voice is husky with need, and it sends a ripple of early twitches through my core. He grazes his teeth along my breast and then flicks his tongue over my nipple. “Make sure they know you’re mine, Maggie.”
An excited little shiver runs through me as I smile.
I’ve never once thought about letting another man fuck me, but any glimpse of Ben’s possessive streak sends the blood rushing through my veins.
Is he worried his friends will look at me and want me? He thinks I’m that pretty?
Is he wanting to make them jealous? Make them feel they’re missing out on something special because they’re not fucking me? Make himself seem like the luckiest of them? Is Ben truly so proud to have me as his woman?
My pussy quivers around his cock, and I hitch my leg higher on his side, to open myself for more. If he wants his friends to know I’m his special girl, then everyone should hear the claim he’s staking.
Someone pounds on the door again. They call his name — and so do I.
“Daddy Ben,” I cry out, and his big finger pushes into my ass, stretching and stroking my sensitive flesh until I can hardly breathe.
His eyes are wild with excitement, and I thinks it’s because of my response to sharing our fuck with his friends. Whatever it is, his enthusiasm is infectious.
It’s as if I’m Ben’s shiny fuck-toy that everyone should want, but nobody else can play with me.
Unless Ben gives permission.
That thought sends an unexpected dirty thrill through me. It makes me naughty… and curious. It’s the same kind of feeling I got when I tried the milking cups for the first time, out in the barn.
“Louder, baby.” Ben pistons his cock in and out of my soaking cunt. He latches on to my breast, and tugs and pulls at my teat, as he fucks me in both holes, forcing my pleasure to a ragged peak.
It’s not hard to do as I’m told. I literally can’t keep my noises inside. Actual coherent words are impossible, as my body responds to his relentless pleasurable commands, but I wail unintelligible cries at the top of my lungs without a care for how I sound — which is probably like some farm animal.
Not for the first time, I’m struck by the imagery of being a young heifer getting fucked by the farm’s massive bull. It’s not far from the truth, and I love it.
Daddy Ben’s friends will think I’m wild.
He pushes his cock deep and gives an appreciative moan as he slows his thrusts to a standstill.
“No. Daddy, don’t stop.”
I beg for more — loudly.
Ben loves it. I feel him smiling into my breast, before he starts sucking at me so hard that I instinctively buck into him. I rub my clit against him, driving him deeper into both holes, and we both moan as sensation rockets through me.
I pull tight, squeezing his cock as I rock into him again and again, taking what I need, as I let the whole world know how good it feels.
Everyone waiting outside is going to know I’m a dirty little bitch, who loves her big mountain daddy’s cock. They’re going to think about it every time they look at me.
Will they look at Ben as if he’s struck gold? He’s fucking a woman half his age, and she clearly loves it. Will they wish they could fuck me too?
The idea hits me with an unexpected boost of pleasure, and I take Ben deeper and faster, loving the way his suckling becomes as restless and edgy as I feel.
Do I want to be fucked by his old school buddies?
I cry out even louder — letting them to know how much I like cock and that I’m hungry for more — but I feel instantly guilty.
I love Ben. I’m his. His to do with as he pleases.
Maybe he’ll let them fuck me?
I imagine him supervising, as his friends take turns, trying to best him at pleasuring me. Before I can rein in my imagination, I’m slamming my hips upward, to meet Ben’s hard, unforgiving body.
My body seems to understand and adore the idea of Ben sharing me. The mouth at my breast could belong to another. He has a whole group of friends. What if two men were milking me? One sucking at each nipple while—
My orgasm hits so hard, I scream Ben’s name loudly enough to wake even our nearest neighbors, all those miles away.
Ben eggs me on, fucking me through my spasms as he yehaws, and when I fall limp, he follows me into bliss with a wholehearted rumble.
“I think you liked my friends’ hearing you take a fat cock, baby girl.”
My cheeks flush with heat, and I squeeze my eyes shut a moment, before opening one just a crack, to see his face. “I don’t understand why it’s so fun to have other people know how much I love fucking you, but I do like it,” I admit. Should I be confessing my naughty thoughts about being shared by his friends?
I’m rewarded with a great smile and a slap on the ass, as he withdraws, but he might not approve if I told him what else I might want to try.
“Witnesses definitely add an interesting new element to our usual way of doing things,” he agrees, his grin widening. “I’d better go tidy myself and see to our guests. And to the cows. You be a good girl and get your gorgeous ass dressed, but don’t wash up. I want you smelling of me all day.”
I shiver and squeeze my legs together. “Yes, Daddy.”
He’s filled me with so much cum, it’s overflowed to slick my thighs. It’s one of my favorite feelings, and I’m happy to keep myself a mess. Sometimes, after a morning fuck, I’ll wear one of my short skirts with no underwear, so Ben can watch his cum slide down my legs once I’m up and walking around. He likes that.
