Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
I don’t know why the hell he was looking dead at me when he said that but whatever. “Come on, I’ll show you how to saddle her up.”
“Okay!” That’s a big animal. I was a bit skittish the closer I got, but he kept his hand on mine and stayed close enough that I could feel his breath moving the hair at my temple.
My heart was thumping by the time he walked the horse out and lifted me into the saddle before getting on behind me. He took the reins and rearranged me somehow before starting off on a canter.
I felt something hard under me and thought I was sitting on the pommel or something, and then I realized when I looked down between my thighs that I wasn’t sitting on the saddle. I was sitting on his dick, and every time that horse moved, I was close to cumming.
Then he went faster, and there was no longer close to shit; I was full-on cumming. I couldn’t help myself and started riding his bulge. When the hell did I become a sex-crazed harpy?
I rode that shit until I started to shake like I was having a seizure. I felt a rumble against my back, and his lips twitched against my ear. “You’re laughing?” If my feet were on terra firma, I would’ve flounced my ass far away from him, but it was too far to the ground from way up there on the back of that horse, so all I could do was fold my arms and turn my head away from him.
“Come on, baby, don’t be like that. I like that you can’t resist my cock, and he hasn’t even taken very good care of you yet. Everything we did today was rushed.”
Oh? “Tell me more about this not rushing stuff.” Look, I’m not stupid, I could either pay a therapist to get whatever hang-ups I have left after the divorce out of my system, or I could let horseman screw it outta me.
“I’d rather show you, but first, we have to get rid of your bed.”
“Why? You fucked me in it today.”
“That was to assert dominance. That was the last place he fucked you, so I had to erase that first. Now you need to get rid of it, but not to worry, I’ll take care of it myself.”
After we were through putzing around on the horse about an hour later, I thought he would drive me back to the city, but instead, he took me into his house instead. It was huge, even bigger than it looked from the outside because the back was hidden from view, I guess.
The floors and walls were white and gold marble, but I was hung up on the massive gold and crystal chandelier in the foyer that had to weigh a ton. I’m accustomed to luxury homes; both my grandparents and in-laws own some, and my own home is nothing to sneeze at, but this thing was palatial.
“I’ll show you the grounds later, but you’re going to start aching any minute, so it’ll have to wait. Damn, I should’ve told you to bring a bathing suit. No matter, you can just wear panties.”
“Are we going swimming?”
“No!” He didn’t say anything more, and I didn’t want to be lectured again, so I just followed him when he took my hand after helping me get undressed.
I didn’t realize what kind of room it was at first because all I saw was the surrounding glass and the jungle of tropical plants. Then he pressed a button on the wall, and the hot tub cover retreated, exposing a ten-seater hot tub with more jets than I think I ever have seen on one of these things.
He held my hand as I walked up the few short steps before stepping into the hot water. I guess he knows his stuff because I didn’t realize my ass was hurting until I sat down. Not my ass, really, since that had been cushioned by his dick, but my thighs sure were burning like hell.
I must’ve moaned or made some sound, which I have got to learn not to do in front of him because as soon as I opened my eyes, he was just there. I thought he was after more pussy with his horny self, but he became fixated on my breasts. “I haven’t paid these two enough attention, I don’t think.”
We just met, pace yourself, give yourself some credit… “Ohhhhhhh!” He has got to be the embodiment of go big or go home. I braced myself, expecting the discomfort of being mauled to death or his hands being too rough on the tender flesh that no one seems to realize is tender.
I think most men think they’re actually honkers because that’s what they heard in some locker room somewhere. Not him. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and played with it with his tongue, and just when my knees were starting to tremble, he bit down just hard enough to sting but not hurt.