Page 17 of Orange Sky
“Screw this,” was all the warning I got from him before he lifted my weight slightly and in one swoop removed my pants. I don’t know where my pants went.
The next I felt was his huge cock sliding behind me. I leaned back because he grabbed both my legs and placed them on the edge of the saddle.
What the?
My pussy is wide open to the elements.
In broad daylight.
I felt some juice left my pussy at the thought.
“Hmm,” he said again. “You get easily stimulated. That is good.”
Using both palms, he started to touch my nether lips. I wanted to stop him but both my hands are trapped by his arms. He dipped his head so that his cheek was touching mine. The small hairs on this face feels luxurious.
I moaned when he dipped a finger inside me and rubbed my clit.
“How interesting,” his voice sounded clinical, almost bored except I can feel his cock expanding. “Ah, stop struggling little one. That’s it, that’s it. Ride my finger.”
I am shameless. Absotutely shameless. Anytime another being can cross our path and I’m here exposed and riding his finger like he told me to like a slut.
Soon both his hands got busy as he continued to rub my clit, fuck me with his fingers and coat the rim of my ass with my juices. Then he has fingers on both my ass and pussy.
“Your other hole is not expanding like this other one.” He inserted three more fingers inside my pussy and I almost slid off except he had a firm hold of my body.
“Please,” I moaned. His fingers are way better than any vibrator on the planet. I never had anal sex before. But if this is what it feels like, then I’m all game.
“Too bad I can’t understand you,” humor in his voice. “I want you to gag with my cock, do you like that?”
I moaned out loud. He chuckled as I thrashed against his arms. I was grabbing onto his biceps tightly and found myself pushing back against his fingers.
I came and felt more fluids leaving my body. Damn it.
His purr became a rumble, a nice massage against my trembling body.
I saw as he lifted his right hand and licked his fingers.
“You taste different.”
I wanted to swear at him but was still panting.
“I can get addicted to your taste.”
I decided he can live. For now.
When he was finished, he licked his other hand. Then he licked the right side of my face. My neck.
“You taste like fresh water.”
I remembered. Their fresh water tastes like salt.
“I think you’re rested enough,” he gently placed down both of my legs. He leaned forward so I followed the movement. He guided my hands on the pommel. My right hand he placed on the horn.
Uh-oh.
He slid backward and braced myself. Please not my ass. Please not.
I tried to look back behind me but he grabbed my legs and felt my feet on a stirrup? Or whatever it was, my feet are now anchored so that when he pressed down lifted my weight at the same time, I can use them to brace myself.
