Page 7 of Save a Horse

“Yeah, baby, right fucking here. We won’t make a mess; I’ll lick up every last drop.”

Her chest heaves as she nods, and I don’t break eye contact as I slide my hands up her sides, under her shirt. “What’s your safe word?”

“Planning something extra kinky, Mitch?” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“No, but I respect you and any boundaries you set. One word and it all stops.” At my declaration, the amusement dissipates from her face like a deflated balloon. I refuse to do anything she isn’t comfortable with.Is she not used to this level of consent?I plan on fucking her for hours, not minutes. Hell, I plan on fucking her all damn night and tomorrow morning. I need to know where the line is drawn. “I don’t expect you to trust me, Aces, but I need to know if I go too far.”

“Are you going to be my spade?” she teases with an adorable grin that could light up a room.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

Amy

One-night stands are great when you’re horny as fuck and want a no strings attached hook-up. The only drawback is if the man is phenomenal in bed. What is only supposed to be a few hours of fun will haunt you for the rest of your days. You’ll look back in longing, never forgetting the hot night you had together, wishing it could’ve been more.

Mitch will be one of those men, and this will be one of those nights.

Next year, I’ll see flyers for a tree lighting and have flashbacks of missing the twinkling bulbs coming on tonight because I was too busy kissing this beautiful man. Heat creeps up my neck, excited to feel that talented tongue elsewhere.

I shake away the thought and finally answer, “Snowball. My safe word should be snowball.”

A lazy smirk tugs at his lips. “Do I even want to know why?”

“I read it in a book once, and it wasn’t for me,” I admit.

He hums thoughtfully. “I’ve read it in books as well, but always thought it was kind of hot.”

“You’d want another man’s…you know… in your mouth, after it was in mine?”

“It’s just a little cum,” Mitch teases, pressing a soft kiss to my neck. “If I had a choice, I’d rather eat it out of your sweet cunt.” He chuckles darkly and my breath catches, so damn turned on at the idea. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Aces? Don’t worry, you can keep your safe word, but after I come deep inside you, you’ll want to taste how good we are together.” His low, sultry voice has me so damn wet for him. If he doesn’t stop talking and start fucking me, I’ll embarrass myself and come right here on this counter.

Still, I can’t help asking, “Wh-what if another man came inside me?”

“Asked and answered, baby.” Mitch pulls off my boots and tosses them aside. Continuing to undress me until I’m left in nothing but my bra and panties, he growls, “Fuck.You’re so damn beautiful.” Goosebumps prickle down my arms and legs as he slides his calloused palms up my thighs. “Are you cold?” He tests the cool marble counter and, without letting me reply, hoists me over his shoulder. My feminism has been thrown out the fucking window. As he stalks out of the kitchen, he smacks my ass, making me yelp.

“Put me down!” I laugh. “This is only hot in books.” I’m a fucking liar; it’s hot in real life, too. I can’t tell where he’s taking me, but I hope with all my being it’s his bed.

Mitch brings me into a room with dark navy walls, a simple dresser, and I sigh in relief as I’m tossed onto his plush mattress. His gaze hungrily roams my body as he strips out of his clothes. Sitting up on my elbows, I can’t help doing the same to him, appreciating his sculpted arms, chiselled abs, and those sexy little lines that travel from the top of his hip and dipping below the waistband of his boxer briefs in a perfect “V.” They’re like little arrows directing me to his cock, which is currently tenting his black underwear. My mouth waters at the sight. I sit up and hook my fingers into the top and eagerly tug them down.

What… the hell… is that?

This isn’t a cock; I’ve seen plenty of dicks in my time. Not only will it break me in half, there are one, two, three…sixbarbells piercing the underside of his cock, plus another at the tip. I’m not entirely sure if I can wrap my hand around it. No wonder Mitch is so cocky, he has this thing swinging in his pants all day. How is it going to fit in my mouth? Or my pussy? That thing is a snatch ruiner. Hell, it’s a full-body ruiner.

“I’m going to need more tequila for this,” I murmur, unable to look away from it.

“I can pour us a couple of shots, but I don’t want you drunk.”

I gesture to the beast in front of me. “Thatrequires tequila, Mitch.”

“What’s the popular line used?” He lightly licks his lip. “You can take it?”

“I cannot, in fact, take it! How— What—Damn it!” I take a deep breath to psych myself up. “Okay, okay, I can do this. I think. C-can I touch it?”

“Yes, you can touch it,” he chuckles and moves a little closer. “Have you ever been with anyone pierced before?”

“No.” Mitch takes my hand and wraps it around his shaft. As predicted, my fingers and thumb don’t touch. I lift his cock to get a better look at the piercings. “Did it hurt?”

“Of course it hurt, but it’s worth it.” As I slide my thumb between the barbells, he hisses, but not in pain. I continue up and down his length and a few beads of precum leak from the top around the metal. Instinctively, I lean in and swirl my tongue around the crown and lick them away. His cock twitches in my hand and he grits out, “Fuck, baby, do that again.” Taking the head of his cock between my lips, I flick the piercing with my tongue.

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