“Touch that needy clit,” he ordered.
I reached between us, rubbed at my clit which was harder than I’d ever felt it.
I rode him hard, fucked him deep. Up, down, slap, slap, and played with my clit until I came, clenching down on him and crying out his name.
He gripped my hips, lifted his and fucked me so deep I felt him bump the end of me. He growled, then came. I could feel the thick cum shooting into me. Filling me. I didn’t stop coming until he did. Then I slumped onto his chest. Replete. Sweaty.
He didn’t let me linger, but flipped us so I was on my back on the sofa cushions. Hayes had pulled out and pushed my knees up and back, nice and wide.
“Hayes!” I cried.
His gaze was between my thighs.
“Look at you. All swollen and pink. My cum slipping from you. Stained red from your cherry.”
He tugged my hand and pulled me up, tossed me over his shoulder and carried me upstairs.
“Hayes!”
“Not done, princess. We’re just getting started.”
12
CASSIDY
“You okay, Cass?”Mike asked when he came into Thunder’s stall.
I was adding hay to the net he’d eat from overnight. Horses were like teenagers, eating and eating until they felt sick, so his hay was portion controlled.
Mike had mud all over him and his pants were wet from the knees down. “Where have you been?” I asked on a laugh.
He looked down at himself. Grinned. “Taking down that beaver dam up over the ridge. It’s stopping too much water in the creek in the grazing areas.”
“Glad I missed that fun,” I said.
“Yeah, so, about the other night at the bar. We shouldn’t have let you go off with Hayes like we did. We were watching you on the bull and saw him, but–”
I held up my hand. “Hayes is a little… protective.”
He laughed. “A little? You okay with him?”
I thought about what we’d been doing and I turned to stuff more hay in the net so he didn’t see my blush. At the things we did the night before. Having sex on the couch. Him spanking me while I rode him. In his bed as I held onto his headboard so he could see his handprints on my ass as he fucked me from behind. This morning, waking me up and telling me he needed to fuck me again. This time, face to face.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“So, the two of you are together? I mean, you’re pretty much living with him.”
I glanced over my shoulder at Mike. “Crazy, huh?”
What was crazy was that my pussy was sore. Really sore. Every time I moved, I felt it. Felt what we’d done. Plus, there was so much cum seeping out of me. My panties were soaked with it. It just didn’t stop sliding from me.
I couldn’t forget what we’d done. There was no way.
“Not with what I heard about all the Wilders. Butthey’re good people. Real good. Still, Hayes gives you any trouble, you let me know, okay?”
I nodded. Smiled. “Thanks, Mike.”
“I better go get cleaned up. You’ll be at the barbecue, right?”
