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Heather pauses long enough to reach for the mare, giving her a firm smack on the hindquarters, and she releases a high-pitched neigh before taking off for the pasture.
I set her on her feet to close the doors, then stalk my way back to her. A shiver trembles her body, spurring a predatory side of me that she doesn’t shy away from.
“You said to tell you what I need,” I whisper against the shell of her ear as I peel the sunflower-yellow dress from her body, agonizingly slowly. A pair of rose-pink nipples harden beneath my stare, and I swallow the saliva pooling on the tip of my tongue. “I need release, and not just an orgasm. What I need is to be in control for a little while.”
To be selfish for the first time in my life.
Holding my stare, her hand travels to the pathetic scrap of lace barely covering her center. Anticipation twitches my fingers when she rolls hers over her swollen lips. “My body is yours, Marcus. Take from me if that’s what you want, but I’m offering myself freely.”
“Heather.” I flick my gaze up to her beautiful face. She can’t know what those words do to me.
She tugs her panties aside, giving me a peek at her, glistening and ready. “I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours, but you’ve taken care of me countless times. Now, I want to take care of you.”
With permission granted, I move her hand before tucking my face into her neck. When I slip my palms under the thin sides of her panties to palm her supple cheeks, I ask, “Did I just see you touching yourself, Heather?”
“Y-yes,” she says eagerly.
“Well, I hope you enjoyed it,” I say before biting her flesh, “because it’ll be the last time your hands are free to do so.”
Her breath hitches as I haul her into my chest.
I tease my fingers beneath the length of her thong, pulling it to the side before slipping them inside her tight warmth from behind.
“Marcus.” My name on her lips is a caress of sun-soaked silk, followed by hisses and moans of pleasure that have my dick hard enough that I’m seeing stars. “I want to touch you—ah—make you feel good.”
“And you will,” I whisper, kneading my way over her hips toward her front. Traveling down to her scorching hot clit to swirl the liquid surrounding it before re-entering. “But I want you to come for me first. Can you do that?”
She pants into my chest, eyes slammed shut and face flushing beautifully.
“Will you come for me?” Her head bobs, and I laugh softly. “Of course you will.”
It takes three more swift pumps, two passes of my thumb over that sensitive bundle of nerves, and one bite to her shoulder before an instantaneous orgasm forces her walls to clamp, trapping my fingers inside.
“Fuck yes, that’s it.” I gently corkscrew in and out, massaging the rest of her orgasm from her. “We’re going to do that again, but this time, I want you to stay very still, and push as hard as you can when you hit that peak, understand?”
Strands of her hair puff with each breath as she bobs her head.
“Spread your legs wider for me,” I coax. “There you go. Good girl.”
I steadily increase the speed and pressure between her legs, relishing the slickness I’ve created and the sweet, tormenting scent of her previous orgasm. When her thighs shudder, she leans more of her weight against me, and I gladly support her.
Eyes rolling back on a moan, she digs her nails into my arms, staying perfectly still as I’ve asked. “That’s too good, Marcus.”
“Then maybe I should stop.” Though she’s out of luck because I’m not stopping until my hand is drenched and she’s too weak to argue.
“Don’t. You. Dare.” She grits her teeth, and then shouts, “Ohh!”
Her mouth goes slack as I curl my fingers inside her, and Heather bears down, clenching hard enough that a rush of hot liquid soaks my palm and drips down my wrist.
“Yes, look at you. Such a good, good girl coming so much for me.”
I shake with the forceful need to claim her. My dick throbs excruciatingly, but I endure the pain which fuels my darkest pleasures. Edging myself in a way that drives me to the brink, and now, it’s her turn.
Her hazy eyes fall to my erection straining against my jeans.
“Go ahead,” I command. “Take them off.”
Determination greets me when our gazes clash once more. Ready to please, she fervently removes my boots and the rest of my clothing, and when she steps back, she homes in on the middle of my pelvis with starving impatience.
