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“I want you to fuck me with that huge cock of yours.” I confess, whimpering. “I want you to stretch out my tiny slutty hole.” His fingers curl, and control starts to crack.
“I want you to make me scream.” A tiny flutter starts out deep inside of me. He pulls out a single finger and starts rubbing against my clit.
“I want you to make me beg and lose control while you do whatever you want tome.” I whisper on the edge of my sanity.I’m close … I’m so close …“And don’t you dare stop until you’veruinedme.”
“Good girl.” He plants a searing kiss against my neck.
Oh God …
That’s when I shatter against him.
“FUCK!” I shriek, throwing my head against his shoulder. My pussy squeezes his fingers, my inner walls rippling as my toes clench and flex in my shoes.
I shudder with the wind blowing through my air and the scent of grass hanging in my nose. The searing heat of Konstantin’s breath lathers my skin.
His hand stays in my pants for a few more minutes as we ride through the top of my orgasm. And finally, when I’m done trembling against his hard body, he withdraws and shoves his soaked fingers into my mouth.
“Taste yourself,” he nibbles at my ear again. “Taste how fucking sweet your honesty is.”
I close my lips against his fingers and suck. The scent of my own arousal floods my mouth. My face is blazing hot, I can’t open my eyes even if I want to. A bead of sweat rolls down my face.
Although I’m still riding the aftershocks of my orgasm, I feel unsatisfied.
Unfilled.
Our little escapadeapparently took us in the wrong direction, and it takes another half hour of riding before we get back on track. As we ride, I notice Hamlet is snorting, his head low as he walks unevenly.
“Hamlet is limping.” I point. “He’s bleeding!”
“There are stables at the venue.” Konstantin grips the reins with both hands to slow Midas down. “We can keep going.”
“When we get to the stable, he’ll need to have the wound washed and disinfected. Otherwise, it could fester. I’d also suggest cold therapy … An ice pack under his bandages to control inflammation.”
I can’t see his face because of how we’re sitting, but I feel him staring at me. “How do you know so much about horses?”
It would be easy to lie. Which is why I’m baffled when I decide not to.
“I went to vet school.”
“You’re a veterinarian?”
“Well, that was the plan. Not anymore.”
“Why did you stop?”
Searching for the right words, I run my fingers through Midas’s mane. “I didn’t have a choice.”
“Why not?”
“I—” I clench my jaw, hoping he won’t keep prying. I don’t want to have to tell him about what happened. About the expulsion. About Phil. If I do, it’ll make it so much harder to walk away from him.
Because it’s damn near hard enough to walk away as is.
“It’s personal. Let’s just leave it at that.”
To my relief, Konstantin doesn’t press further as we crest over the horizon. As we arrive at the stables at the venue, I notice that there are a few figures standing nearby.
“Who are they?”
