“God, how does your pussy feel better every time?” I grind my teeth together, already on the edge of an orgasm as I swallow down the saliva gathering under my tongue. I buck my hips, giving her the full length and girth, forward and back, her supple body barely moving in the straps that immobilize her as her tight canal clenches around me.
She’s moaning, and the mirror in front of the bench gives me a view of my wife’s gorgeous face. Her eyes roll back, her little fingers curling around the padding of the bench as she holds on and takes what she’s given.
“Dirty mares get fucked all tied down. You’re gonna stay on the breeding bench all fucking night. I’ll feed you, give you water from a bucket, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you clean my cock up after I fuck you.”
Her mind is as dirty as mine. She’s whispered a few of her fantasies into my ear in the last two days that have turned myown cheeks pink, so I know she’s down for getting her pussy filled like livestock.
I thrust harder, picking the spur up from her back and bringing it down onto her hip, just hard enough for the spikes to bite into the round flesh of her ass.
God, her body has learned my cock so well already. She fits like a custom glove around me, and every time I get inside her, it’s like my soul comes to life. Her body is mine and will only know one cock, so I plan to give it to her hard and proper until I suck my last breath on this Earth.
I give her my thick dick, in and out, in and out, as a storm kicks up outside, rain pattering on the steel roof, filling the space with white noise as I go harder, deeper, the straps and links straining and clicking. I go at it hard, my mouth open, the spur popping on her hip over and over.
“Come on, Kicker. Make Daddy come, like a good girl.”
She spasms around me, and she’s close. Her pussy is working me, root to tip, tugging and begging for the hot prize I’m holding back.
She twists and starts to convulse in the restraints, and I drop the reins and the spur, owning her hips with rough fingers now, slapping our flesh together until we both fall over the cliff.
“Here’s your prize, baby. You did so good. So, so good. You make your cowboy so proud.”
My warm release fills her womb, spilling out from her opening as I fuck her through her orgasm and into another.
Her insides squeeze my cock, dragging everything I have for her from my balls until we are both shaking and I’ve roared until my voice is hoarse.
Time seems to slow, my balls aching, my cock still buried inside her as I blanket her shaking body with mine.
“I love you, so fucking much.” Even like this, strapped and drooling, she’s the most beautiful, most important thing in my life.
I work the straps off, the bit falling from her stretched lips as I bring my cock to her mouth, the sturdy bench supporting her quivering body.
She smiles, her blue eyes lighting up as thunder rolls over the roof of the barn, shaking the windows just as she shakes me down to my marrow. “I loved that. So, when do I get to strap you to the bench?”
I answer her by shoving my cock between her lips and down her throat.
“Not likely gonna happen, baby. Clean Daddy up.” I run my knuckles along her jaw as her cheeks hollow. “We have a future to plan.”
She gags and chokes, but her eyes are on mine.
Smiling.
I love this little hellcat. The life I always wanted is here, and I’m never letting it, or her, go.
EPILOGUE
Emily
Five Years Later
“Let’s look at the pictures.” I wiggle the bare toes of my left foot against Roman’s balls while he holds my other foot on his knee, painting my toenails bright pink.
“You keep that up, I’m gonna have to start over. Now, quit.”
My belly still turns when he says that. Although my belly is a sight to behold right now.
That’s why my husband is painting my toenails, because I’m eight months pregnant, and I can’t see my own feet. Let alone reach them.
“It’s our anniversary tradition.” I pout, admiring his God-like body from my position on the deck chair on the balcony of our mountain cabin, up in Beartooth, where we’re celebrating our fifth anniversary with some peace and quiet before the next baby comes.
