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He knew where it was without her help, though he smiled inside at her eagerness and impatience. The moment he curled his digit against her knot, she jerked hard and came apart on a long, breathless cry.
He slowed his licks around her button to help her through the release, knowing from recent experience that she was too sensitive to take harder flicks just now.
But before she fully came down from her high, he inserted a second finger and thrust his hand against that swollen knot.
Again, she came, convulsing and clenching her satiny inner muscles around him, practically sobbing with the strength of her release, her body shaking, round breasts jiggling.
He loved her breasts. Big like juicy melons. He moved up her body and buried his face between them. She smelled so good everywhere.
But she’d smell even better covered in his seed.
As if she knew what he was thinking, she shook her head from side to side.
“No… want you… need you inside. Please, baby. Stuff me full of your stallion cock.”
Divina said the strangest things, but Andros found he didn’t mind. Especially when she talked like that.
So demanding.
So shameless and needful.
“As you wish,” he rumbled, settling his hips over hers and unerringly prodding her tight entrance with his cockhead.
He braced himself over her, arms stretched straight beside her head as he ground his long, thick, stallion cock inch by excruciatingly hot, stone-hard inch, into her.
Her head fell back and her mouth fell open, eyelashes fluttering as a wash of heat colored her cheeks.
“So good,” she chanted helplessly.
“So,sogooood.”
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice so deep and gravelly he barely recognized it.
She opened her eyes a sliver and stared into him, panting breathlessly as he seated himself to the hilt.
“What do you see?” he whispered as he began to move.
Slowly and tenderly, like a soft, rolling breeze.
“My present,” she said on a broken gasp.
“My treasure. My future. Forever…”
He picked up the pace and undulated his hips, clenching his buttocks to minimize the friction but maximize the impact. Only pleasure. He wanted to give her only the most blinding, brilliant bliss.
“Do you know what I see in your eyes, woman?” he uttered, moving inside her, with her, always as one.
She shook her head mindlessly, but he didn’t know whether she was answering his question or showing how he wrecked her with his loving.
“I see my destiny,” he husked.
“I see you riding me across the plains. Across the sands by the sea. We are faster than the wild horses that roam there. Faster than the seagulls that fly overhead. But there are those who keep pace with us, happy and free.”
“Who?” she managed to gasp, moving her hips in time with his thrusts, clenching her legs around his waist to keep him inside her whenever he withdrew even a fraction.
“The other centaurs?”
“No,” he replied, pounding into her now, fast and hard. So deep, he jolted her across the moss with every stroke.
