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“Good girl,” he said, rubbing a hand over my ass in the way he might a horse’s flank. It was both wrong and erotic at the same time, but oh God, yes. Nothing was wrong here. Everything was permitted, and my horniness leveled up as I became even slicker between my legs.
He tugged on the belt, pulling my head backwards. “What a good, good little pony you are. I’m gonna ride you now and you’re gonna clutch me as tight as you can, little pony. You’re going to show me how much you love being ridden and how much you want me to come back to these stables and ride you Every. Single. Day.”
I tossed my head, more of a full body shiver, but it made my ponytail swing and Jeremiah smoothed his hand down my ass again. “That’s right, girl. You can show me you like my touch. Now give me that flank. Show Master how ready you are for him to ride you.”
I thrust my ass out toward him. And I was all but dripping.
There was no world outside this one we were creating in the moment. He was my Master, my rider, and I wanted desperately to be ridden. To know what it would feel like when he mounted me and grasped my reins and took over completely.
And then I felt his cock, long and thick, behind me.
“You’re in heat,” he growled. “I can smell you. Do you know how hard that makes me? I’ve been sniffing you out for so long, and now I finally get to mount you and claim you as mine.”
His words had me shivering again. “That’s right,” he said. “Toss your mane all you want. You feel this cock? This cock right here?” He pulled back on the belt at the same time I felt his huge cock against the lips of my pussy.
“You’re gonna swallow me down so good with that cunt of yours, aren’t you? You’re gonna milk this fat horse cock so good till I’m empty, aren’t you?”
I couldn’t answer, but even if I’d tried, he was tugging back on the reins so my neck was extended backward. Exerting his dominance even as he slowly, and I do mean slowly, torturously, slid his giant cock inside me, stretching and stretching me even though it had only been days ago that I’d last taken him.
I whined and shifted against his entrance and he kept firm pressure on the reins. Not enough to hurt my neck but enough to remind me of who was in control. I bit down on the leather as he filled my body, so big that he was always a strain to fit at first. Would it always be like this, I wondered, half alarmed, half thrilled.
I never wanted this moment to end, I wanted the high of suspended gratification, this lingering first contact before the rush toward climax began.
“Fuck, you’re tight as a glove,” he swore, pressure releasing on the reins for a moment as both his hands dropped to grip my hips, massaging them as he pushed in deeper still. “You’re all woman, aren’t you? God, these fucking hips. You’re enough to kill a man.”
He groaned as he sank all the way in and I could feel his balls against my clit. Still holding my hips, he ground down, rubbing himself all around and giving me friction that had me keening into the leather of the belt.
“That’s right, it’s a good thing I’ve got you muzzled.” He picked up the reins again and, still balls deep inside me, smacked my ass again. In the after-jiggle, oh my gosh, it felt amazing with him buried inside me and all the—oh, all the other bits. I squirmed back against him and he tugged my head backward with the belt.
“Time to ride, baby. Hold on.”
I doubted he was joking, so I did. I reached down and grabbed onto the sawhorse.
And Jeremiah started riding. One hand clutching one hip, the other keeping pressure on the reins, he started to fucking ride me. His cock sawed in and out of me, landing with a body-resounding smack with each thrust in.
“Ride, pony,” he called, “Giddyup.” He let go of my hip just long enough to smack my ass. Once, and then again.
And in the moment, I’d never felt more my animal self, giving over to animal pleasures. So when the orgasm rose up at his rough, dominant treatment, I couldn’t stop or hold it back and I didn’t try to.
It ripped through me like a hurricane and I gave over to it, my muscles shuddering and clamping down.
Jeremiah obviously felt it because he abandoned both reins and the grip on my hips. His arms came around my torso and he hugged me close to him while he rutted me almost crazily from behind.
