"Now who's losing control?" he whispered.
I whimpered as he unbuttoned his pants, ripping a condom packet. I balanced on his shoulder as he teased me with his cock then slipped inside.
I moaned loudly, my head tipping back as I slid down, fully encasing him.
"That’s the only problem with fucking in a car," he said as he moved me up and down to ride his cock. "Once you start in a position, you have to finish that way."
I moaned again as he teased my clit as I slid slowly up and down.
"Unfortunately, we can't be here all day," he whispered against my mouth, my tits brushing his chest. He pushed the seat back, giving himself enough leverage to tip me forward so he could thrust up into me.
I splayed on top of him, panting as he gripped my hips, his cock jackhammering into me. With every thrust, his cock rubbed against my clit, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I rolled my hips against his cock in time with his thrusts, needing him to take me.
His large hand gripped my ass under my skirt as he fucked me, my panties pushed to the side. The motions made them rub my aching pussy, adding another layer of pleasure. That pleasure was suddenly cresting over me, and I cried out as it overwhelmed me. Garrett was the only thing holding me up as I trembled while he milked the aftershocks, hissing my name as he came.
I lay on top of him, panting, hoping no one had seen us.
"I can't believe you didn't break," I said when I finally could remember what day it was.
"It was close there for a while," he admitted.
I was still a little horny as I drove back to the Svensson estate. "Is the surprise sex toys?" I asked as I drove through the gate.
"No, but I'll put them on the list."
I laughed. "If you’re taking suggestions, I want a whole platter of Chick-fil-A chicken nuggets—the big extra-large platter—with all the sauces all to myself."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Garrett looked taken aback. "I feel like there's a pattern here of all your ideal presents revolving around food."
"Or sex," I reminded him. "I'm a simple creature. Feed me, do that thing with your tongue," I shivered. "And hand me a fun holiday-themed cocktail, and I am good."
"Oh well," Garrett sighed, dramatically for him. "I suppose you don't want the present then."
"I just can't think of anything better than a wedding cake all to myself, " I said as I followed him through the house and out onto the terrace.
"Shall I send them back, then?" he asked.
It took me a second to register. "Horses! Oh my god, you rented horses! Did you get them from Ernest? What are their names? Hi!" I said as the horses ambled over to us, curious if we had any treats. "Are you nice? Look at that pretty black coat! Aren't you a handsome boy? I haven’t been riding in forever!"
I turned to jump up on Garrett and kiss him. Then I went back to petting and cooing at the large black horses. "How long do we have them for?"
"What do you mean?"
"From the rental agency."
"I own them."
I gaped at him. "You just bought some horses?"
"Actually, there are people online giving horses away for free," he said as one of the horses pushed his nose into Garrett's coat pocket. "An old lady owned these two, Merlin and Midnight, but she took a bad fall and is moving into a retirement home. So now they live here. She says they're friendly and well trained."
"You rescued horses?" I swooned and wrapped my arms around him, kissing him. "You have a hard shell, Garrett, but you're so soft and squishy on the inside."
He wrinkled his nose. "Don't tell anyone."
One of the horses stuck his velvety nose between us and chuffed.
"They're rideable and everything?" I asked, petting the horse.
