Page 114 of Heartstrings & Horseshoes

No other words are needed because Connor hoists us off the ground using superhero strength and slides me down his front, his cock pressing into me the whole way.

“Turn around,” he growls. I immediately obey because holy shit I love it when he unleashes like this.

He smacks my ass so hard I yelp, and grabs me by the back of the neck, marching me towards the back of the stall. He takes my hands and presses them into the cool wood.

“Don’t move.”

Being blind to what he’s doing drives me wild, and he knows it. His rough hands unbutton my Wranglers, unzipping them slowly before slipping his hand into the tight denim to cup my pussy. A whimper of desperation escapes me, needing more of his touch.

His hand’s gone too soon, and he focuses on wrenching the tight denim down my ass and hips. The fabric chafes my sweaty body, and as soon as enough flesh is exposed for his liking, he grips my nape again.

“Bend over.”

Oh. My. God. I love when he takes charge, letting go of control and giving my body and my pleasure over to him completely. I hinge at the waist, arching my back, my hands sliding down the wall to support my new position.

His boots shuffle back, and I imagine he’s admiring the view, or checking to make sure no one’s coming. Arousal floods my pussy at the possibility of getting caught. I’m so turned on it hadn’t crossed my mind until now.

He draws closer to me, a hand trailing beneath my sweat-soaked shirt under my coat. The fact I’m nearly dressed makes this so much hotter. He won’t be able to play with my tits but I’m sure he’ll make it up to me with his cock.

“This. Ass,” he growls, smacking each side of my ass in rapid succession.

“Fuck, you look so good tattooed with my handprint, dollface.” I shiver at the endearing nickname amidst the filth.

He ruts his jean-covered cock between my ass cheeks and I back into the rough sensation.

“So eager. My little wife needs to be fucked, doesn’t she?” His question nearly drowned out by my desperate mewls.

“How wet are you, baby?” He doesn’t give me the chance to answer.

Instead, he pulls my thong down to see for himself. Cold air hits my bare pussy, and I shiver. It immediately cools the arousal stretching from my pussy to my thong.

“Fuuuuuck, doll, you’re soaked. This all for me?” I whimper desperately. “Damn right it is. This cunt knows who it belongs to. Knows I’ll always give it what it needs.”

Jeans tight around my thighs, body bent forward, the pose is obscene, and I love it. I love being whatever he needs. My thighs are pressed together, and I already know it’s going to be a tight fit for him to get inside me.

His belt buckle clangs as he fumbles to get it open one handed, his touch never leaving my body. A flick of a button and zipper being pulled down echo in the silent stables, seeming far louder than they are.

The low, steady rustle of his calloused hand pumping his cock floods my pussy. Arousal drips down my leg and I flush from the intimacy and vulnerability of this moment.

The broad head of his cock pushes between my thighs to my soaked entrance.

“Jesus fuck, your cunt’s gonna be so fucking tight. I’m not gonna last,” Connor growls, pushing into me inch by inch.

I’m so wet there’s no need for him to prep me with his fingers. The friction around my entrance burns, intensifying the pleasure, and the immediate fullness aches deep inside me.

His fist wraps around my braid, jerking my head up from lolling between my shoulders.

He doesn’t ease me into it. His thrusts are hard and fast from the jump.

“This. Cunt. Fuck. Always so ready for your husband’s fat cock.” Connor’s jacket scratches the top of my ass, his belt buckle smacking against my leg.

“Always. Please, Connor. Please fuck me,” I beg.

“Gonna pump you so full of cum it drips out of you the rest of the day. Gonna nut so deep in your pussy we give your IUD a run for its money.”

Oh my god, why is that so hot? That shouldn’t be so hot. We don’t even want kids—aren’t anywhere near ready—but the thought of it slickens his thrusts. He’s fucking me so hard I can’t breathe let alone speak.

“Your cunt just gripped me so hard, dollface. You like that? You like the idea of me filling this pussy with cum—desperate for me to breed you?” I whimper and push back into his thrusts.