“Good girl,” she whispers. I want to tell Kennedy the same.
Kennedy starts Tin off with a slow trot, and I walk next to them in silence. After a few times around the paddock, Kennedy picks up speed. Her hands tighten around the reins, and I step to the side, letting her have control.
I watch in awe as her features go from tense to relaxed, the hint of a smile curling up the corner of her lips. Kennedy straightens her back, digging her heels into Tin's side to spur her on. The horse breaks into a gallop, jostling Kennedy slightly. My girl gasps, terror seizing her for a second before she gains control once more.
The smirk spreading across Kennedy's face makes my dick hard. Christ, I love experiencing this emboldened side of her, the spark in her bright blue eyes, unlike anything I've ever seen.
Tin slows her pace as Kennedy brings her back around, the two of them coming to a stop in front of me. I look up at my woman, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed over, her hair a beautiful, tangled mess.
“I did it,” she says in the softest voice.
“I knew you could,” I tell her with a smile.
She beams at me, then dismounts perfectly before throwing herself in my arms. I catch her, just like I will every single time. “Thank you,” she says, her voice muffled from where her face is pressed against my chest.
“Nothing to thank me for, sweetheart,” I murmur, combing my fingers through her hair. “You did all the hard work. I was just here in case you needed me.” I press a kiss to the top of her head, then step back, gathering Tin’s reins and leading her back to her stall. Kennedy slips her hand in mine, falling into step with me.
By the time we get back to the barn, Kennedy’s bold confidence has all but drained away. She seems okay with Tin, but when we pass by Thunder’s stall, she flinches. The black Mustang has a lot of energy and can be unpredictable. Still, I hate to see her regress, folding back in on herself.
I give Tin a few carrots to munch on while Kennedy and I take the riding gear off and brush her out. Kennedy is quiet the whole time, her eyes darting over to where Thunder is neighing and clomping his hooves.
"He's just antsy because I haven’t rode him in a few days," I tell her, hoping to ease her worry. Kennedy nods but doesn't say anything.
When we’re done with Tin, I close the stall gate, taking Kennedy’s hand in mine. I see the anxiety mounting in her clear blue eyes, her pulse pounding against the side of her neck. Kennedy’s breathing grows shallow, her shoulders rising and falling with choppy breaths.
It kills me to see the fear taking root, especially after all the progress we’ve made. My girl needs to get out of her own head and stop listening to the lies she’s telling herself. I happen to know the perfect distraction.
Circling around Kennedy, I stand in front of her, tipping her chin up with my thumb and forefinger.
“Relax, sweetheart,” I whisper onto her lips, brushing my thumb across her bottom lip.
“Easy for you to–”
I cut her off with a kiss, walking us a few steps back until she’s leaning against the barn door on the far side, away from Thunder’s stall. I press my hard body against her soft one, groaning as she instinctively grinds down on me. Kennedy grabs my shirt and pulls me closer as she sucks on my tongue, welcoming my kiss and fighting me for control.
I growl, biting and nipping at her before licking into her mouth once again. My hands slide up the t-shirt she’s wearing, pushing the fabric up as I feel every inch of her soft, porcelain skin. She moans and drags her hands down my chest, her fingers tugging at my belt and then working my button and zipper open. Kennedy grips my hard as fuck dick, pulling me out and pumping me roughly.
“Fuck,” I groan, loving the fact that she’s this needy, this turned on, and this desperate for me. The thought makes me grunt possessively as my hands scramble to tug her pants and panties down. I rip the lacy scrap of fabric covering her pussy clear off her body, stuffing it into my pocket and swallowing down her gasp, my fingers sliding through her folds.
Goddamn, she’ssoakedfor me, her cream dripping over my fingers and pooling in my hand. I circle her clit, the hard little pearl throbbing and swollen. Her legs shake, and I swear she’s about to come from that one touch.
Without wasting any time, I grip her thighs and lift her up, pressing her against the wall as she wraps her legs around my hips and digs her fingers into my shoulders. I look directly into her lust-filled eyes as I slam my cock inside her greedy little cunt.
Kennedy sucks in a breath and bites her lips to contain her scream. She comes as soon as I hit the end of her. I growl and hold myself deep inside of her, feeling her orgasm from the inside out, wave after wave of ecstasy rippling from her core and dripping down my aching dick.
She buries her head into the side of my neck, panting and shaking and whimpering my name. It’s more than I can take. I pull out of her pulsing, tight little pussy and push back inside, fucking her roughly, just like we both need.
“Wyatt...oh fuck, Wyatt...I-I-I’m…”
Holy shit, is she…
The goddess in my arms tangles her fingers in my hair and rips my head up, the sting shooting straight bliss to my cock, making it swell up and stretch her out even more. Kennedy rests her sweaty forehead on mine, her chest heaving with each ragged breath as pained whimpers and grunts leave her mouth with each brutal thrust I’m giving her.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl.
My words unlock her orgasm, and Jesus, she comes so hard, shaking and sobbing out her release as her arms and legs squeeze me tightly. I grip her ass in both hands, holding her to me as I grind against her cunt and clit, keeping her right there, forcing her to feel it, feel me, feel every ounce of pleasure I’m giving her.
My balls are heavy with my pent-up orgasm, my dick throbbing and angry as fuck. But I want more. So much more. And I know exactly how I want it.