Page 21 of Trick Rider

“Why don’t you come inside with us?”

“I thought that was against the rules,” I say.

She gives me a heated look, a sexy smirk curling up the corners of her lips. “Let’s be bad… daddy.”

Hearing that name coming from her lips has my cock hardening behind the zipper of my jeans, and I grin as I duck under the tent flap behind her.

It takes all my willpower to stand off to the side while she feeds Penny and puts her back in her stall.

When she’s done, Pia washes her hands at a little makeshift station on a bench on the other side of the tent. I can’t wait another goddamn second to show her who she belongs to.

I eat up the distance between us in four long strides, needing her scent, her heat, her entire being wrapped around me.

Stepping up behind her, I smooth my hands over her round, juicy ass and grip her hips, pulling her back into me so she can feel how hard I am for her. Pia gasps, leaning into me. I groan and kiss up and down her neck while she grinds against me, teasing me, driving me fucking crazy with her body.

My hands slide underneath the hem of her shirt, spreading out over her flat stomach and then down to the waistband of her jeans. Quickly undoing the button, I slip my hand inside, cupping her hot little pussy. She moans and lifts one arm behind her head, her hand fisting my hair and drawing me closer to her while her other hand rests on top of mine, guiding me down past the waistline of her panties.

“This what you need, little girl?” I murmur before nipping at her pulse point and licking away the sting.

“God, yes,” she moans.

“How do good girls ask?” I murmur again into the shell of her ear.

“Please, daddy,” she chokes out, grinding against me, trying to get me to touch her where she needs.

I stroke her soaking wet slit, dragging our hands through her folds. Together, we rub her clit and then thrust our fingers into her tight little opening. A warm wave of her cream pools in my hand, making me growl.

“Fuck, you’re my dirty fucking princess, aren’t you?”

“Yes…” she whimpers, rocking her hips into our joined hands, fucking herself with our fingers.

“Jesus,” I grunt. I withdraw our hands and peel her pants and panties halfway down her thighs before unzipping my pants and pulling myself out. “Hands in front of you, little girl. Hold on to the bench while I fuck this pussy and show you who you belong to.”

She does as I say, bracing herself for my thickness. I grip her hips and slowly slide into her, feeling every inch of her silky heat squeeze around my cock. I pause when I’m fully seated inside of her, taking a moment to be with her like this, buried in her dripping cunt, connected to her in the most intimate of ways. I nuzzle into her shoulder, pressing light kisses there and breathing her in.

Then I pull out and slam back into her, fucking the air out of her lungs with deep, steady strokes. I slide my hands underneath her shirt, gripping her tits and using them as leverage to thrust into her deeper, pull her closer, and grind against her harder.

Moans fall from her lips as I fill her up over and over. She pushes back against me, giving as good as she’s getting.

I continue kneading her breast with one hand while sliding my other hand up her back, wrapping her long hair around my fist and yanking her head to the side. I crash my lips down on hers, prying her lips open for me so I can taste her while I fuck her.

She kisses me back with a wild frenzy that almost outmatches my own. I open my mouth wider, needing more, needing to somehow get deeper, taste more of her, consume her completely. I swear to fucking god I could drown in her.

Pia breaks our kiss, a jagged moan ripped from her core as she struggles to fill her lungs with oxygen. Her pussy tightens and flutters around me, letting me know she’s close. I back off, thrusting into her slowly, keeping her on the edge without pushing her over.

She whines and wiggles her ass, but I just laugh darkly and suck on her neck, leaving another mark on my woman.

“Gavin, please…”

“Please what, princess? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you.”

“You have me. All of me.”

“Prove it.”

“Is that a challenge, little girl?” I grunt.


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