Page 23 of The Dire Reaction

“Say it.” I drop my pitch, making her knees give out, her hips dropping firmly against me. I could fuck her through her clothes. My cock could rip right through the layers and sink into her. Her scent assails me, wrapping into my head like a haze of intoxicating fog.

“Yes,” she stammers out.

I can’t fight the growl of frustration at her timidness. “Yes, what?” Loosening my firm hold on her locks, my teeth find her stubborn lower lip, drawing it out, nibbling my way back to her mouth. She opens for me, her tongue greeting me, begging me into her.

Resisting is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Withdrawing my lips from her hungry little mouth, I tug so slightly back on her hair again. Her frantic breath tickles along my jaw and her nostrils flare, I’m sure testing every scent.

I pull my hand back from the hot skin of her belly. Her hands search my chest, grasping at me, tugging at me to draw closer.

“Ravage me,” she begs softly.

Blood rushes through my ears, silencing the world around me until it’s just her and her pounding heart.

Grasping both of the glorious orbs of her ass in my hands, I slide my hands down to cup her thighs, wrapping her legs around my waist. When her ankles lock around me her quivering knees frame my hips. As a shiver passes through me, a spurt of my own release presses into the dampness from her that has soaked through. It does nothing to relieve any pressure, the throbbing only invigorated by her movements.

Every step closer to the barn is agony, the tip of my cock rubbing raw in my jeans, her ass bouncing against my hands, and the embers of her hands coursing over my chest.

Flipping the switch on the tack room wall, the lights flood over the benches and saddles. A second switch turns on the heating system.

A kick with my foot launches the door toward the frame, latching with a slam.

One long stride carries us to one of the saddles on its stand. Sitting her atop it, freeing my hands to explore, they find their way back to her neck, cupping her cheeks between my palms. My lips seek hers, urgently tasting, nibbling, until her tongue sneaks out and touches mine. Awakening a hunger, my fingers intertwine behind her head, holding her against the onslaught of my ravenous partaking of her welcoming mouth.

Her hot breath on my cheek hastens into short pants, and small moans escape, pushing past her lips, wavering through me, stoking my need.

Releasing her cheeks, my fingers trace the smooth contours of her nylon jacket until I land on the cold metal of the zipper pull. With a firm yank, it surrenders to my tug, spreading like a neon blue flower, exposing its exotic nectar.

Her scalding hands push along my shoulders, dragging my coat down from my arms until it’s a crumpled pile on the floor at my feet. My skin prickles along my back. Damp fabric sticking to me pulls the chill of the room against my feverish flesh.

Peeling the thin fabric of her shirt away, my lips are drawn to the soft hollow of her throat, then drifting down the smooth skin to the gentle swell she hides beneath a lacy white bra.

“Mmm, I like this. A front clasp? Easy access.” I pinch the small plastic snap and her breasts bounce free, her gasp rattling a tremble through me. Jolts tingle over my scalp when her nails dig into my hair, my hat falling near the pile of my coat.

Oh, that noise she makes! I nip her tender flesh hoping to elicit another gasp from her swollen lips. Tiny pink puckers remain, marking my trail to her hardened red nipple. Her body jolts with each taste, her nails digging harder into my hair. When my mouth encircles her tender bud and I roll it between my teeth, she fists my hair, throwing her head back, and comes for me.

“Sam!” she screams. She squirms on the saddle. I feel like I’m drowning in the scent of her climax. My name echoes in my ears and thrums a chord straight to my aching erection.

The elastic band of her yoga pants grasps my thumbs when I slide them down. I drag her little white panties along. They cling to her soaked center, like they’re hoping to drink up every last drop of her.

No longer, naughty panties, that is mine to savor.

Trembling, she perches naked before me, the saddle slick with her juices dripping down the smooth leather.

“So fucking beautiful, Dani. I want you naked all the time.” My knees hit the hard wooden floor before her. Diving between her legs, curling them over my shoulders, my hands find her hips and I drag her closer.

Nuzzling the trimmed little patch of blond hair, my nose is nearly overpowered by her intoxicating scent. I can feel the tightening in my belly at her aroma, and when my tongue touches her for the first time, my hips spasm a hard release into my jeans. As the taste of her floods my senses with her sweet flavor, like honey and cocaine, my body tingles in waves of numbing electricity coursing through my limbs.

As I groan against her sweet center, her fingers cling to my hair. Grinding herself against my face she screams in harmony with me, a rush of her orgasm washing over my lips.

Selfishly, I lap up the ambrosia of her, my tongue chasing each drop down through her folds, returning to suck another cry from her when I touch her sensitive clit.

The hot fluid of my cum dribbles down inside my jeans, following the crease to my thigh. Unzipping my pants, I let my stiff cock spring out, leaking drops into the puddle that is forming under the saddle stirrup from her.

“Are you on birth control?” I murmur out against her swollen clit before making a long pass with my tongue, up and down her soaking slit. I’m searching for each bead of her delicious essence. Sliding my tongue inside her sheath, I can feel the muscles grabbing hold of me, squeezing my tongue, trying to pull me into her.

What a perfect death that would be, drowning in her magnificent, little, wet pussy.

Snaking my hand up, I pinch one of the tight buds of her nipples. “Answer me,” I say as she gasps, her body shaking. So close to another orgasm. I can almost smell her tensing up under my hands.

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