Page 111 of Downpour

His hands slid up my hips and pulled me closer. He pressed a kiss between the waist of my shorts and the hem of my tank top, taking advantage of the strip of skin that peeked out from between them.

“You matter to me. Please know that.” His words were a whisper, caressing my body.

I slid my fingers through his hair, holding him closer. “I don’t want you to beg. I want you to prove it to me.”

Ray pushed the cuff of my shorts up my thigh and pressed his lips to my leg. “I will.” He left a path of warm kisses up my inner thigh. “I’ll prove it to you every fucking day.”

A soft sigh escaped my lips as his stubble scraped my skin. “You know what happens when you get hurt, right?”

“Hmm?”

“You have to kiss it and make it better.”

His chuckle was dark and comforting like a glass of whiskey by a rain-spattered window. “Drop your shorts, baby girl.”

I wiggled them down without hesitation as he slid his middle finger through my soaked pussy.

“Take off your shirt and bend your back over the saddle stand. I want to see how flexible you are. I want to see your eyes while I make good on my promises.”

I eyed the empty saddle stand. It was about three feet off the ground and had a smooth, curved wooden top. Two ornate knobs were fastened to the top on either end to keep the saddles from sliding off. I pulled off my tank top and bra and left them in a pile with my shorts and underwear.

“Like this?” I asked as I laid back against the side of the curved top. It forced my back into a tall arch. My hair hung off the other side in a waterfall of curls. A breeze tickled my breasts and I was suddenly all too aware of where and how naked I was.

Ray wheeled over and locked his chair in front of me. “That’s my good girl. Just like that.” His hands glided up my thighs, spreading them apart. “On your tiptoes now.”

I pushed up onto my toes, a little further over the saddle stand, and his mouth latched onto my clit.

I let out a high-pitched whine, startling the horses in their stalls. Ray growled into my pussy as he sucked and bit until I was a wet, writhing mess.

“One foot up onto my chair. It’s locked,” he said as he reached forward and grabbed the knobs on the top of the stand. Ray dropped his gym shorts and boxers, and pulled himself up. The blunt head of his cock teased my entrance as he lined himself up. “Lean back as far as you can.”

I peered over my chest through heavy eyes, watching as he held onto the ends of the saddle stand to support his bodyweight. “You good?” I asked quietly.

He let out a sharp breath as he nudged inside of me. “I’m steady. I’ve got it—got you.” Ray’s biceps rippled as he snapped forward, pushing inside of me.

I whimpered as I was filled and stretched. The second and third thrusts knocked the air out of my lungs.

“I’m gonna figure my shit out,” he grunted as he fucked me hard over the saddle stand. “Might take a while. But I’ll do it. I’m not letting you go.”

“Keep me,” I whispered in desperate pants as he stole my breath. Heat boiled inside of me as he shifted all of his weight to the grip he held with his right hand and used his left to toy with my clit.

My toes curled and my back went rigid.

“Goddamn, baby girl. I feel you squeezing my dick. Come for me.” He switched to slow, massaging strokes and shallow pumps. “I want you to shatter. You can break. I’ll be here to pick you up. I’m not going anywhere.”

His arm started to tremble as I reached my peak. Ray pulled out and slammed inside of me once more. The slide of his dick into me ignited my release. I cried out as I came, reaching for him. Ray grabbed the top of the saddle stand and held on, his body pressed to mine, as he came inside of me.

Our breath mingled as our heart rates slowed together.

“I need to sit down,” he croaked as he pressed a reverent kiss to my sternum.

I nodded as he pulled out of me and dropped down into his chair.

His grin was Cheshire. “Goddamn, you’re a sight to see. Bent back like that, tits in the air, my cum dripping down your leg.” He licked his lips and inhaled deeply before leaning forward to kiss my knee. “I’m sorry I made you feel unwanted.”

I pushed myself up and stopped when my head spun. “Keep proving to me that I am wanted. That’s all I need.”

Ray helped me clean up and dress quickly. As much of a turn on as the possibility of getting caught was, I didn’t actually want to get caught.

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