Page 113 of Stables

When I press my hand deeper, I’m surprised to find that he’s right.

I’m so fucking wet and pull my arm out to prove it.

He clutches my wrist, pulls my damp fingers into his scalding mouth, then wraps them around his rigid length.

“I knew you’d be ready. Find your clit, and I’ll give you a sample.” He smears the tip of his engorged cock against my mouth.

I touch myself, and open for him, stretching so wide I worry I can’t keep my teeth off his skin.

Why did he stop? I thought he’d thrust into me.

“Circle with your tongue at the same speed that you’re doing to your tight little pussy.” His breath comes in short clips as he uses my slick hand to stroke himself.

It takes me a moment to find my rhythm. Starting off slowly, I get my fingers moving in time with languid licks, it doesn’t take long before pressure begins to build in my belly.

When I hear his breath hitch, it makes me want more.

Faster. A moan escapes past my lips to ripple over his leaking seam. Suckling down the enticing drop, I know it means he’s enjoying himself.

I am too.

“Push in two fingers.” His voice is barely over a whisper as his fingers tighten in my hair.

Flicking over my hard clit, I swallow him as deep as I can go when my hand curls inside me.

Holy fuck.

That groan he makes almost sends me over the edge.

“That’s it, Char. Come for me like the champion you are.” He pulls his thick cock back to barely touch my lips. “Show me how youwin.” He holds my buckle where he knows I can see it.

The burning bubble within me bursts, and I find myself suctioning him to muffle the scream. Waves of wild quakes erupt through my limbs as my pussy clenches around my knuckles, and a gush soaks my palm and my jeans.

I’ve never done that before by myself.

Oh my god, it’s going to look like I peed myself.

With wide eyes I look up to him looming over me with the mushroomed purple head of his dick nearly blocking my view.

“Dixon! Blue’s here. Hurry your ass up!” Mason’s voice echoes from the entrance of the barn.

Dixon takes his engorged member and taps my chin with a grin. “Coming!” he bellows.

Then he bends, pressing his mouth to mine in a heated kiss before unthreading his fingers from my hair.

“Aren’t you?” I keep my words low, I have no idea if Mason is getting closer.

But I feel guilty that I had such an incredible orgasm and he’s still hard as an oak tree.

“Later.” He winks at me before tucking himself into his jeans. “I’d rather watch you get off over and over. You look so fucking good, I almost lost control.”

“I’d be okay with that.” I bite my lip while I thread my belt back into my pants. I feel a little short changed.

“Char,” he growls, pinning me to the wall with his knee between my thighs and his palm around my wrists. “You tell me something like that, I can’t promise next time I’ll be able to hold back.”

My jaw sets as I tilt my face up to him. “Maybe I don’t want you to.” I want him to need me as badly as I need him.

He spoils me, makes me feel special, like I’m the only person in the room.

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