“I threw him across the room,” he said, his power pulsing, taking on a keen possessive edge.
I fluttered my eyes shut and leaned my head back and to the side, exposing my flesh for another bite. His intensity curled around me, and a delicious feeling crept across my skin, like claws made of velvet.
“Why does that turn me on so fucking much?” I asked huskily.
“Because you want me to claim you,” he whispered against the shell of my ear. “You want me to dominate you and take you as mine. You want me to fill every hole you have and leave my mark all over that tight little body.”
I groaned as he said it, suddenly incredibly wet, my pussy begging for his hard shaft pounding into it.
His hand drifted up my chest and cupped my breast. He pulled back on the reins and let go for a moment, reaching around me and unbuttoning my pants.
“I’m not sure this is possible, but we’ll give it a try.” He pushed down the zipper before suddenly swinging me down from the horse.
I gasped as my feet hit the ground.
“Lose the pants,” he commanded.
I wasted no time, peeling off my panties as well. He laid them in front of him before undoing his fly and pushing it down as much as he could, pulling out his large, hard cock. He put out a hand, and anticipation and excitement tore through me.
“Face me, I think,” he said, making a circle with his finger.
I took his hand and let him pull me up, laying my legs over his thighs with my butt resting on my pants. Before I could crawl up onto his shaft, he grabbed my nape and pulled me forward for a bruising kiss. I moaned into his mouth, loving his taste, loving when his tongue tangled with mine.
He hooked his arm under me and lifted, pulling me tightly to his chest. I rose, bracing myself, while he ran his fingers across my wetness. His growl of desire coursed heat through me. His fingers entered me, plunging deeply and rubbing all the right places. He pulled them out and then guided me on top of him, his dull tip pushing at my opening.
I slid down onto that hard cock, sucking in a breath as it parted my folds and slowly filled me. My wet depths hugged him tightly.
“I think they did it the other way around in the book,” I murmured, sitting all the way down on him, grinding against his hipbones.
“How the hell would we manage that, though?” He let go of my back and grabbed the reins. “Hold on. If you fall off, chances are you’ll take my cock with you.”
“You might be able to lose one of those things, but it would be a pure travesty to lose them both.”
His kiss turned urgent, and he sucked on my tongue before nibbling my lips. He let go of the reins with one hand and grabbed my nape again, keeping me against him as he kissed me like a starving man. I lost myself to it, swept away entirely.
He moved his arm to curl under my butt and lifted me before sitting me back down, his cock sliding within me. He did it again, but then had to use both hands on the reins to guide us over a bit of rocky terrain.
“Maybe cantering in a field,” he murmured, his breathing labored.
“Or maybe I can get off, and you can just suffer…” I brought a hand between us and massaged my clit, moaning in delight.
He swore under his breath, directing the horse.
I leaned against his shoulder as I worked myself, not needing him to move to get where I was going. I licked and sucked his neck before running my teeth across his flesh. He shuddered in delight, his groan soft and tortured. My body wound up as I rubbed, my pussy muscles flexing and releasing as I took myself higher.
“Oh fuck,” Nyfain bit out, leaning forward a bit and forcing me to cling to his shoulders with one hand.
He kicked with his heels, and the stallion sped up to a trot, the trail flattening and widening for a stretch. I jostled on top of Nyfain, his cock driving up into me. It wasn’t entirely rhythmic, but the hard punches of his cock speared pleasure right through me.
My mouth hung open, the sensations so extreme they were almost unbearable. I worked my clit and slid up and down on Nyfain’s cock, my pussy so wet it leaked down his shaft and slicked his balls. Another hard jolt, and my climax tore me apart, blasting through me.
“Fuck. Fuck,” Nyfain said as I cried his name, slumping on top of him. The horse slowed to a walk again, the trail narrowing up a berm between large trees. “Oh fuck, this is torture.”