Release rips through me, white hot, and I scream his name. “Rafael!”
Seconds later, he roars his own release, painting me with his cum. His cock pulses inside me, and it only makes me hungrier for him. I moan, my skin now wet and sticky from sweat.
After several moments, he presses a tender kiss to my neck and withdraws. I feel his seed instantly begin to pour down my legs.
“Turn around,” he demands.
I drop my hands from above my head, my fingers and arms aching in the most delicious way. “What’re you?—”
Rafael drops to his knees, his eyes glued to my pussy as his fingers draw through the line of cum running down my leg. He swipes through the creamy liquid, pushing it back inside me.
I watch, fascinated, as he remains transfixed until not a drop of cum beads on my skin. Only then does he stand again, his eyes wild as he stares at me. Oxygen’s no longer possible, the intensity of his gaze arresting even my beating heart.
His hand grips my jaw, and he pulls me closer until his lips rest against my own. “Mine,” he whispers.
And I am.
FORTY-SIX
RAFAEL SANTOS
December 2nd, 2025
I lookaround the spacious tack room for anything to wrap our still wet, very naked bodies in. After the heavy workout, our already damp skin coated in a fresh sheen of sweat, the chill in the barn is unbearable.
I couldn’t handle it if Valentina got sick.
The tack room’s a large, open space, saddles all neatly placed on their various racks, bridles and halters hanging from hooks on the opposite wall. In the center of the room is a single saddle stand holding a cherry brown saddle with delicate floral carvings on the cantle and pommel. It looks freshly cleaned, and I run a finger over the leather.
The whole room smells like horse sweat and rich leather, and I suck it in greedily, loving the grounding effect it has on me.
This smells like home—not the home I grew up in, but the home I picture myself dying in.
Arms wrap around me from behind, and I lean back into her for a single moment, closing my eyes as the sensation of her tits, her hips and thighs, her arms burn against my skin.
“What now?” She whispers the question against my back, and I feel the nerves radiating off her. I gently squeeze her in reassurance.
“We tell them. We fix things. We do better.”
“What if they hate us?”
I know underneath it all, she’s just a little girl who wants love. The thought of disappointing the people in her life is no greater torture. I raise her hand to my lips, pressing a kiss to her palm. “They won’t. I’ll do whatever it takes to help you, V.”
“Why would you do that?”
“I’m completely under your spell, you evil, evil woman.” The admission is breathy, and her arms tighten a fraction.
“Evil, huh?” Her voice is almost coy, and I stiffen. I feel a punishment incoming, and I can’t help but be equal parts excited and afraid. Valentina’s punishments are usually as delicious as they are painful.
She extends her hands up to my pecks, raking her nails down my chest lightly. A wave of goosebumps follows her tortuous path, and she stops only when she reaches the hard ‘v’ at my waist.
“You’re cut from stone.”
I smirk—what do you expect me to do?“I work out.”
She nuzzles into my back, pressing a wet, hot kiss between my shoulder blades. “It’ll be a shame I can’t see your ripped physique when you’re kneeling on the floor.”
I grip her wrists, twisting in the circle of her arms to face her. My cock, already hard at the mention of getting on my knees for this siren, throbs between us, the wet tip bumping against the equally hard ridges of her stomach.
