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“Life is short, so I think I’m going to have my dessert first.” Through with the depressing conversation, I grabbed her by the back of her neck and cradled her face upwards toward mine. Her lips were parted and breathy, and I swooped in to kiss her deeply, plunging my tongue into the depths of wine stained lips and cherry sweet taste. A moan centered from her throat, and I absorbed that into my own as well. Langley was mine.

“I could drink you in for hours, taste you for days, and never get sick of this.”

“Sir.” Her hand rested against my chest, and I lifted her out of her chair letting the wood scrape back as I pulled her into me, flush against my body. The points of her nipples pressed against me, and I swung her legs around my hips raising her up in my arms.

“Mine, Langley.”

“Yours,” she replied with eyes glazed and needy.

I walked her into the bedroom and let her slip down my body. I pushed her back on the bed and quickly unwrapped the towel I had been wearing.

Joining her over the covers, I lay down on the bed and pulled her body over mine touching her skin everywhere, my hands hard against her softness. I squeezed until pink spots speckled her pure lilywhite skin branding her as mine.

“I know you’re afraid of horses.”

Her head cocked in a question, and I pet down her body as I would with a skittish mare.

“S-Sloan.”

“Shhhhh,” I said, pressing my finger against her plump lips. “Tonight I want you to ride mine.” I wasn’t asking her and directed her body over mine, turning her around. I parted her legs wide to saddle up over my straining cock. Her puckered knot was visible when I pushed her forward. There would be time for that. Right now I wanted her pumping her hips up and down, her body undulating, rubbing over my rigid flesh. I wanted to feel her heat, her wet, and her legs trembling.

She glanced over her shoulder.

“You won’t let me fall?”

“Never, Langley.” I cupped her ass cheeks in my hands. Langley’s skin barely kissed with gold despite her days here under the sun.

She braced herself on the bed, and I rubbed my cock back and forth over her slit that dribbled juice onto my length easing the friction between us. It wasn’t enough I pumped my length in my hand letting pre-cum leak from the top and rubbing it around her hole.

“Lean forward.” I told her arranging her knees on either side sitting her back down over my lap. She scooted back and rose up on her knees showing me her ass. I spanked it hard.

“Ow.”

“Shush,” I said and as she came back down I fitted myself impaling her slowly on a low moan.

“Just like that pretty girl. Ride me.” Langley bounced up and down and my hands grabbed her hips to help her find a better rhythm that worked us both into a frenzied state.

“Oh, sir. Please, Sloan.”

“Faster.” I pumped my hips up as she slammed back down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Repeating the motions until we were both groaning and Langley was grabbing for the sheets in front of her.

“Keep pumping.” I roared and shifted our position until I was behind her on my knees. My hand grabbed her hair in a ponytail holding on thrusting faster. My other hand grabbed the top of her ass at her lower spine and pumped vigorously.

“I-I can’t.” She cried.

“You can. Play with your clit pretty girl.” I eased up until she got one hand under her and splayed her fingers down rubbing her pearl.

“I can feel how wet you are.” The slick slap, slap, slap of her sex to my cock echoed in the bedroom followed by her coming with a squeak.

Oh, Sloan.” Langley tried to move but I leaned into her covering her the way a stallion would its mate. Her body became languid, muscles fluid and lax. She whimpers and shifted under me as if to get away. Her hand clutches her thigh. Poor thing has a cramp and I used my hand, much larger than her leg to work the strained muscle seizing under my fingers. When she stopped on a soft sob I stroked between her legs distracting her with another orgasm.

“Luchadora.” I whispered into her neck before nipping her sharply with my teeth branding her as mine.

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Langley

I nibbled on a piece of toast coated in raspberry preserve. Sloan walked in with ripped jeans hanging low on his hips. I was pretty sure everything he did was with a sensual yet predatory grace. I felt like a spectator at the zoo waiting for him to make his next move.


Tags: M.C. Cerny Erotic