Soon,I promised my screaming body.
“I want you on your hands and knees,” I told her.
She looked a little dazed, and for a moment, I wondered if I had to repeat the order. Then with a wicked grin, she said, “Where is your riding crop?”
Oh, this girl. This wicked, delightful girl.
Still, I couldn't give her everything she wanted all at once. I shook my head. “You said your ride was Western.”
“English,” she corrected, knowing that I was teasing her. “Besides, I'm a horse girl, and I'm about to get fucked in your very nice stables.” She cocked her head at me. “Go big or go home, right?”
Hell yes.
Rising, I went to go grab my crop from where it hung on the wall. As I did, Amy scrambled out of the last of her clothing. I took a moment to shed the remainder of mine—pants, shoes, and shirt.
By the time I returned, she was on all fours and spread out before me. Her pussy was glistening wet.
“Goddamn,” I whispered. I was the luckiest cowboy in the world. I knelt behind her. “Hmm. Shame to take a crop to such a willing mare.”
“I can be bad for you,” she said breathlessly.
“But I like you so much when you're good.” And with that, I brought the crop down on her round ass.
She jumped and moaned. I gave myself a mental pat on the back. I wasn't going to strike as hard as I would a recalcitrant horse, but the sting of the crop excited her anyway.
Amy let out a low moan, arching her back. I struck again, that time on her other cheek.
“Please, please...fuck me, Sebastian. Do it now.”
After one more soft yet stinging strike to each side, just to prove the point of who the rider was, I gave my very good girl what she deserved.
After quickly rolling on the condom, I pressed in and entered her fast and rough, giving no quarter. I was determined to gallop her at top speed.
She let out a throaty moan, pushing back into me, clearly as excited to be taken as I was to take. Her hot, wet pussy made a perfect wet slap-slapping sound as I thrust in and out, taking her hard and full with every thrust.
“More,” she demanded between throaty cries.
I shifted in place, my fingers reaching to tangle in her hair. Amy's head tilted back to expose the long column of her throat. She cried out, glorying in pleasure when I yanked back on her hair just a little bit. Her pussy tightened around me so hard that I couldn't last. Not like that. I was the one fucking her, but she had me undone.
Amy cried out again in her climax, and I followed only moments later. We slowed together, having peaked and then fallen at the same time.
“The perfect ride.” She gave me a thumbs-up and blew me a kiss.
My heart clenched.
I realized I cared deeply for Amy—I didn’t want to lose Alfie, but I also couldn’t lose Amy.
41
Amy
Ihadn’t heard anything more from Tatiana. The police hadn’t shown up at my door, and I hadn’t received any messages from her about the court case.
I felt guilty about not telling Sebastian. You shouldn’t lie to people you loved.
“Maybe she was just having an episode, and she’s decided to drop the case,” I said to Brea as we walked out of the Harrogate train station. We were heading over to Girl Meets Fig, which I had booked for Meg’s bachelorette party. Though the other members of Weddings in the City were supposed to be bridesmaids to pad out the numbers, they were currently working at another wedding. The flowers and dress had been delivered first thing, though, so Brea and I were free.
“Is it weird that I’m low-key looking forward to this bachelorette party?” Brea asked.
