He set a rhythm almost immediately—deep, measured, every stroke hitting a spot inside me that made my thoughts scatter.
I held onto his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.
"You feel... so good," I managed.
He pressed his forehead against mine.
"Feel better now?"
"Yes. No. Don't stop."
He laughed quietly.
"I won't."
His mouth found my throat, trailing heat down my collarbone, and he picked up speed.
My moans came quicker, higher, louder.
I heard a horse shift in its stall nearby, and he clamped his hand over my mouth, still moving inside me.
Waves of pleasure mixed with fear, but it only made it better.
I clamped down on him, spasming, and he groaned into my ear.
"I can feel you squeezing me."
He pulled my hand between our bodies, wrapped it around his length as he thru
