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I imagine I could climb between his two sets of legs and hug his belly, or nestle my back there, and he could pump into me while we’re both on our sides. It’s a legit position. I’ve seen it in books, albeit with two humans.
“P-perhaps it’s in my DNA, Jo. I’ve been picturing it a certain way.” His face quirks in a filthy smile.
I give him a perky salute. “You be in charge from here, Chance. I’d like that.”
It was one thing to escort him through his first time as I brought him to completion with my hands. It was sweet and fun. But I’d love to give him the reins… so to speak.
He must sense what I need, because his voice changes to that low, sexy, bordering-on-threatening tone. “Good. Follow my directions.”
My nethers respond immediately as they ready themselves for the main event.
He rises and circles through the house. His hooves clatter on the wooden floor as he grabs cushions off the kitchen chairs, then stacks them at the foot of the bed along with the two bed pillows, creating a plush, makeshift throne. After a quick flash of the princess and the pea, my mind gifts me some much more delicious, erotic pictures.
Instead of telling me what he wants, he simply lifts me and places me on all fours on the bed with my stomach propped high on the stack of pillows. I’ve got to admit, he must have given this a great deal of thought. My exposed, eager core is just the right height for Chance’s horse cock. My body tingles with anticipation, each nerve ending alive and yearning for his touch.
He eases closer, his hand gliding along the curve of my spine, sending shivers down my body. I can feel his breath warm against my ear as he leans in, his voice dropping to a low, seductive whisper.
“I’m going to get you wet, my love. I’m going to make you beg until that sweet pussy is dripping wet for me.”
A surge of desire rushes through me, pooling between my thighs. I arch my back, pressing my most intimate parts closer to his touch, silently urging him to fulfill his sexy promise. I fucking love that he’s lost his nice-guy persona and is spewing filth into my ear.
His fingers venture between my folds, teasing and coaxing, making me gasp with pleasure.
“I’m going to fill you with my fingers until you’re ready…” he pauses to swipe a finger through my folds, “to take my thick,” another swipe, “horse,” another swipe, “cock.”
Each word drips with raw desire, his voice a sinful caress against my senses. As he slides one finger inside me, his thumb grazes dangerously close to my back entrance, causing me to buck against him in a desperate plea for more. I surrender to his touch completely, my body aching for his command.
I ease my shoulders to the mattress in an animal show of surrender. It’s the nonverbal equivalent of saying, “Do whatever you want.”
He takes my earlobe between his teeth, nipping lightly before moving his lips to the top of my shoulder. I shudder under his touch, feeling the delicious blend of pleasure and pain intertwine. My surrender deepens as his other hand latches onto a nipple, already hardened and yearning for attention. I’m shuddering now, so turned on by the male behind me who is letting loose all that yummy animal DNA.
“Lift up onto your hands.” There’s nothing sweet to his tone now. He’s definitely not fully human at this moment, which makes my channel clench in arousal.
I obey his command, elevating myself to a position parallel to the bed. It's a vulnerable posture, one that gives him full access to every inch of my body. The anticipation electrifies the air as he continues his assault on my senses, fingers thrusting in and out of my throbbing core while his touch on my nipples fluctuates between gentle caresses and thrilling twists.
I am lost in a haze of pleasure, my body quivering, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. It's a heady mixture of pain and pleasure, causing sparks to ignite within me.
I buck back against him. My slit is fully exposed. If I can just get the right angle, perhaps I can feel the brush of his cock. Maybe it will take the edge off. But he jacks his hips back, nips my shoulder—harder this time.
“Naughty, naughty. You’ll have to wait, my love,” he scolds in my ear as he twists my nipples a bit harder. There’s something about the intersection of pleasure and pain that ratchets my arousal up several notches.
"Please, Chance," I manage to breathe, my voice a mere whisper. "Please…"
As one hand pleasures my breast with tugs and twists, his other hand begins its assault on my pussy.
A swift slide inside me with one finger promises relief, only to take it away a second later. Then that slick finger circles my clit as my hips respond in a please-fuck-me rhythm.
“Please, Chance.”
“My pleasure,” he says as he adds another finger inside me and quickens his pace. “You’re so tight. I can’t wait until I plunge inside you.”
It’s arousing and abusive at the same time as he builds a fire within me without even a hint that he will quench it anytime soon.
He moves closer, his huge frame so close I can feel his warm coat against my skin. I feel dwarfed by him, yet know I’m completely safe in his embrace.
“Please,” I mewl, thrusting my ass backward as if it will convince him to grant me release.
Instead, he throws accelerant on the flames as he slides a third finger inside me and presses on the patch that can send me into orbit. No trip to outer space is granted though. He just keeps torturing me.
