With my free hand I shove the saddle backward on its rack. It takes Erin’s leg with it, opening her even wider. Her wet pussy glistens, making me salivate.
Threading a third finger into her warmth, I push deeper, firmer, faster. My hand is properly fucking her and her squeaks and gasps are climbing in pitch. I want to feel her lust run over my fingers.
I press light kisses to her beautiful swollen bud, but her clit is not going to be responsible for her climax. My fingers will be. I study her movements—they’re stilted because she’s spread so wide and trapped almost—and her little noises. The muscles inside her pussy start to flutter, pulling my fingers deeper. I could sit and stare at her taking them hungrily inside her for days.
Then a sweet tightness wraps around my fingers.
Pull. Pull. Pull.
It’s the beat of her orgasm unfolding.
She makes a beautiful sound like a caged animal being freed, though it’s still muffled against her arm.
“Augusto… I’m?—”
“I know you are, baby,” I murmur, drowning in the way her body is taking what it needs, pulling my fingers into her, fucking my hand, showering my ears in wave after wave of relief.
I keep pumping her, curling my fingers softly, as her whole body shakes. It’s the most beautiful sight a man could wish to see. A fuckingprivilege.
As her body softens, I gently suck on her clit, setting off a different set of convulsions.
Her legs are still spread wide and her arms are still hanging on to the bridles. She pants above me as I kiss and lick and suck that little command center of nerve endings, while freeing my cock. It’s been throbbing painfully, needing in on the action.
Out in the air, it feels vicious. Angry that it hasn’t been invited to the party.
My fingers are still wet from her arousal so I use it to lubricate my hand as I jerk myself off slowly.
I sense her head turn to watch as I take her in my mouth, licking and sucking her so soft and clean she can’t contain her whimpers. Tender ripples radiate from her center and my cock hardens impossibly in my hand.
This is the hottest sex I’ve ever had and I’m not even inside her.
“Do I taste good?” she whispers, huskily.
A spasm of lust rocks through me. “So fucking good,” I groan.
She tips her head back and comes again with a force that almost knocks me over, her hips bucking into my mouth.
I stand quickly, untangle her hands from the leather and pull her leg from the saddle. Then I push her stomach down over the saddle and kick her legs apart. Her languid body doesn’t object and she’s so damn wet I just slide right in.
God. Dear God.
My cock seems to puff out in triumph the second it is seated deep inside her, like it’s reclaimed its home. Her pussy locks around me, slippery yet primed from her preliminary orgasms. She’s at the perfect angle for me to fuck her hard and smooth. I tilt my hips and piston into her, feeling the tremors build again.
God, she’s going to suck me dry in seconds.
How does this woman have such power over me?
My cock reaches deep into her with every measured thrust, each one becoming harder to control. It’s taking everything in me not to fucking rut like a wild animal whose purpose is to impregnate anything that moves.
This is what she brings out in me. A wild, unhinged, primal need to fill her with my come.
“Right there,” she rasps, throatily. “Harder.”
Harder? She wants harder?
There’s an empty saddle rack in front of her. “Hold on to that,” I grunt.
She does as I say, and now it’s game over.
