With him all the way in, me gasping for air, he lowers his attention to me, grinning. This is where I want to be, always. Then he’s kissing me, our bodies pressed tight, his hands on my hips, helping me as I ride him, stroking his cock with each push back down on him. Our breathing picks up, that earlier urgency rekindling as we fuck like we can’t get enough. I wrench my head back as he kisses my neck, my chest.
God, he’s so big. Every time he thrusts into me, it’s like the first time, spreading me wider. He fucks me faster, and I cry out, me bouncing on him, both of us going up and own on the merry-go-round horse, which adds something to the whole sensation.In truth, the arousal, the pressure of his size, clashes just so beautifully that it’s almost indescribable.
His lips find my ear, breath hot against my skin. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this and you.”
I’m trying to catch my breath, and smile at him. I notice his gaze dipping to my exposed and bouncing breasts, then he pulls me against him faster, harder.
“Mine,” he growls against my skin, and the possessiveness in his voice heats up my insides.
I feel like I’m floating. Suspended between the earth and the stars, held only by Kai’s strong arms and the magic of this gorgeous night.
This man.
This wild, reckless, impossibly romantic cowboy who created a fairy tale just to make me feel special. To know that someone like Kai is there to catch me.
The carousel dips through another lazy turn, lights smearing into soft ribbons at the edge of my vision. Kai tightens his hold for a beat, then eases me back just enough that I feel the loss of his heat, the withdrawal of his cock, and immediately want it again. He studies my face, eyes bright with that wicked patience he always wears when he’s about to ask for something.
“Turn around for me,” he asks.
My breath stutters. “Are you sure?”
He nods but doesn’t rush me, though his hands are already ready at my waist, steadying me as the horse rises and falls. I start to shift because my body understands the instruction before my brain catches up. He guides me up, lifting me just enough that I can swing one leg over without wobbling. My hands grip the pole for balance, and I laugh softly, half nerves, half exhilaration, as I swing my leg back over so I’m facing the front of the horse. Then I shuffle back toward him, the cold of the horse feeling cool and hard against my burning pussy.
“Easy, now lean forward for me,” he murmurs, close to my ear, voice warm and certain.
I lean against the painted horse’s head, holding on to the handles, steading myself. Then Kai shifts behind me, knees bracketing mine, one hand settling at my hip to keep me anchored as the carousel carries us around.
“There,” he says, satisfaction threading through his voice while he lifts my hips slightly as he shuffles closer, and instantly I feel his cock at my entrance. “That’s better.”
“You really like giving orders,” I whisper.
Kai’s breath brushes my neck. “Only when you listen.” Then he pushes into me without ceremony, just claiming me as if being inside me is normal and where he belongs. I’m holding on to the horse, and he’s holding on to my hips, lifting me to meet him as he rocks into me. It’s only when I glance over my shoulder that I realize he’s partially off the horse, his legs in the brackets on either side of the horse, taking his weight as he claims me, over and over.
“This is so fucking incredible,” he murmurs. “Fucking you on a horse… Maybe one day we’ll try it on a real horse.”
I laugh, almost choking on my breath. “I don’t think the horse will appreciate it.” My words turn into a loud moan from the depth of his cock, the speed with which he’s thrusting into me.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “June, I fucking love your pussy.”
I can’t deny that hearing him say my name, telling me how much he loves my body, sends delicious shivers through me. He’s picking up his pace, somehow going with more force, and the brutish thrusts have him slamming into me. I’m crying out, hoping this horse can take our brutality on its back.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg.
“You sound so unbelievably sexy when you plead.”
The carousel creaks beneath us, lights blurring at the edge of my vision, the cold outside making the heat inside me feel even sharper. I can barely breathe. All I can do is hold on, to the horse, to the pole, to the sound of his voice, and let him take me apart piece by piece.
“Kai, God…” I whisper again, broken, and he answers with a low growl that moves straight through me. His mouth finds my neck, my shoulder, anywhere he can reach, and the way he moves behind me makes it feel impossible that we are out here under the stars where anyone could look up and see us. The danger of it only makes my body tighten faster, climbing higher, the edge turning vicious and sweet until I can’t tell where I end and the night begins.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice rough, breath coming hard against my ear. “Let go. Give it to me.”
His grip tightens at my waist, like he’s holding me together because he’s barely holding himself back. He trembles against me, and his mouth brushes my skin.
“June,” he breathes. “I need to mark you.” His hand flexes like he’s fighting the urge to take more. “Please don’t tell me no.”
It should scare me. Instead, it strikes something deep and reckless inside me, because like with Carter, I crave a bond with Kai. A laugh slips out of me, half breathless, half broken, and it turns into a moan when he shifts behind me, when his mouth finds the line of my shoulder.
“You’re driving me wild,” I whisper, shaking.
