Page 8 of Save a Horse

Mitch slides his hand into my hair, and I prepare for my face to get fucked by his thick cock. Instead, he’s gentle, delicately brushing my hair out of my face and murmuring praises about how good my mouth feels and how he won’t last long if I keep up the torture.

I relax my jaw and take a couple inches, massaging with my tongue. He thickens, daring me to take another inch in my mouth. I oblige, moaning around his cock as I slide my lips further down his shaft. It takes him by surprise, and he growls several expletives as hot spurts hit the back of my throat.

“Fucking hell, Amy, a little warning? I swear I never come that fast. That was…Fuck.”

Pride surges through me as I carefully pull back. Mitch swipes my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, and brings it to his lips. His molten gaze is almost too much, and I’m thankful for the reprieve from the eye-fuck as closes the distance and brutally kisses me. No man has kissed me this way, as if he needs me more than the air in his lungs. It’s consuming and intoxicating.

“You just came in my mouth,” I mumble against his lips.

He grips behind my thighs and tugs, forcing my back onto the bed. Pressing a kiss to my collarbone, he trails his mouth lower with each word. “I… Don’t… Care.” As he slips off my panties, a growl rumbles in his chest, and my legs are suddenly tossed over his shoulders, with his face between them. He asked for a warning, but where is mine? He licks, sucks, and teases the hell out of me until I’m a writhing mess beneath him.

“Please,” I beg in frustration. I’m desperate to come, but every time I’m close, he slows his pace. I grip the sheets and grind against his mouth to no avail. I’m winding tighter and tighter, my release almost in reach. “Right there, don’t stop.” He presses two fingers inside me and expertly curls them right where I need him. “That’s it, I… I…”

No coherent words pass my lips as I come harder than I ever have in my life. Mitch doesn’t slow his pace as wave after wave of ecstasy crash over me. My limbs are weak, my vision blurred, hardly able to breathe. I’m a damn puddle, and he hasn’t even fucked me.

So much for a night of fun! I’ll never be able to fuck another man without being severely underwhelmed.

Mitch kisses up my body until his lips meet mine. He was right, we do taste good together… And I’m ruined. His cock presses at my centre, hard and ready while I’m still struggling to catch my breath. The piercings rub against my clit, and I can’t help the unattractive mewls that escape me. He tests my entrance once, twice, then slides in a few inches, pausing for a beat before pressing in another one for fun. The stretch feels incredible, and I haven’t even taken all of him. “Fuck, baby, you feel too damn good.”

I gasp as he quickly pulls out. “Why did you stop?”

“Gotta wrap it up.” He shrugs and moves to the bedside table, pulling out a condom. “Safety first. You don’t want a little Mitch or Amy after tonight.” I’m on birth control, but he’s right, one can’t be too careful. Tearing the wrapper with his teeth, he spits out the corner of the foil and retrieves the condom. I watch intently as he slips it on, taking his time to ensure it doesn’t snag on his piercings. “Come on.” He pats the top of the bed. “All fours, baby.”

“All what?”

“You heard me.” Moving to the foot of the bed, he tosses me further onto the mattress. In a swift motion, I’m turned onto my stomach and he tilts my hips until my ass is in the air. I squeak as he nips at my ass cheek. “It’s the only way you’ll be able to take all of me.”

“I could barely take a few inches, and you want me to—” He presses into me slowly, steadily, not stopping until I’m stretched to my limit.

“That’s only half, baby.” Mitch pulls out an inch, then thrusts in to the hilt.

I snatch a pillow and scream into it; I’m too full but it’s fucking delicious. Through my muffled cries, I manage, “Holy shit, that feels so good.”

“You ready for more?” He begins rocking in and out of me, helping me adjust to him. His piercings rub against my g-spot, and it’s almost too much. I still push back into him, even though my senses are overloaded.

“Harder,” I moan. Though it’s a stupid request, he obliges. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Mitch brushes a soft kiss to my back. “Too much, Aces? I can slow down.”

“No, I can take it.”

He continues fucking me hard in smooth, rhythmic pulses that have me shattering in a matter of minutes. My whole body buzzes, and for a moment, I nearly black out. Mitch roars—actually roars—as he finds his release. He falls on top of me and pants, “All right, baby, you win. You own me for life.”

“What?” I ask through a laugh. Mitch carefully pulls out and we both groan. “What do you mean I own you for life?”

He playfully smacks my ass, then wanders off to the ensuite, returning with a warm washcloth. As he gently wipes up the mess we made, his voice is soft, admitting, “I mean that I’ll probably be celibate for the rest of my life, because nothing will compare to your perfect pussy.”

Once we’re cleaned up, Mitch insists I stay the night. If I was a smart woman, I’d sneak out. Apparently, I’m not, and spend the next several hours cuddling with this sex god. Hissoft snores are the only sound in the house as I stare blankly into the darkness wondering exactly how royally screwed I am.

That was the best sex of my life, how is anyone ever going to compete?

Jasper

Mitch opens the truck door for Amy, and his love-drunk smile is undeniable—he absolutely fucked her. I’m genuinely surprised she’s not wearing the same thing from yesterday, if nothing else for Mitch to rub it in my face.

I called it last night, but it doesn’t sting any less that, once again, he’s living a carefree life without the worries and pressures of a failing farm. If I had been the one to bring her home, guilt would’ve eaten away at me. Not that she’s the least bit interested in me. It’s bad enough I wasted an hour last night at the tree lighting—an hour I could’ve spent working on marketing or a final walkthrough for today.

In another lifetime, I’ll have it all.

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