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up.
But I didn’t want you to give up. I wanted you to do the right thing.”
    “The
right thing?” she blinked up at him.
    “What
are you supposed to do when you fall off a horse?”
    “Cry?”
She offered. “A lot?”
    “No.”
He laughed. “Get back up on the horse and try again.”
    “So…
you’re the horse.” Jodie smiled slowly, sliding her arms around his neck.
    “And
I’m going to take you for a hell of a ride.” His eyes darkened as he undid her
robe, looking at her fully naked in the dim light. Then he slid it off her
shoulders, letting it puddle at their feet in a pool of satin.
    “Let’s
christen that bed.” He nudged her toward it, taking her hands in his and planting
them on the mattress so she was bent over.
    Jodie
gasped in surprise when he knelt behind her, sliding his hands up over her ass
and spreading her open. He had dried her off, paying close attention to the
area between her thighs, but she was already wet again, anticipating his mouth,
and she didn’t have to wait long for it.
    “Oh
my God,” she whispered, arching her back as he buried his tongue between the
fat lips of her pussy. He lapped up and down her slit, down on his knees,
worshipping the swollen flesh of her labia, exploring the pink labyrinth
inside, even sliding his tongue up and plunging it deep into her pussy.
    “Ahhh!”
She cried out when his mouth found her ass, tongue probing, making her quiver,
his hands gripping her hips. Her pussy was sopping, sloppy wet now, her thighs
wet with her juices, and she wanted his cock so much she couldn’t even see
straight.
    “Are
you still cold?” he asked.
    “No,”
she murmured, although she was still shivering.
    He
pressed her onto the bed on her hands and knees, spreading her thighs apart
with his own. His towel was gone, his cock riding up against the rise of her
ass, throbbing there, as he ran his hands over her curves.
    “Do
you want me to fuck you?”
    Oh
my God, he had to ask? She was soaking wet, so very ready for him.
    “Please.”
She arched her back, pressing her cheek to the bed.
    “Tell
me.” His fingers brushed lightly over her ass, making her quiver. “Tell me you
want it.”
    “Oh
my God, yes,” she insisted, reaching back with both hands, shoulders against
the mattress, spreading herself for him. “Fuck, yes! Put it in me! Fuck me!”
    He
gave a low, throaty groan, positioning himself, the head of his cock at the
entrance of her pussy. Jodie whimpered, wiggling, squirming back toward him,
but he grabbed her hips, moving her own hands out of the way. His slide into
her was so excruciatingly slow she thought she might pass out in anticipation.
When he was fully inside of her, buried to the hilt, she sighed deeply,
squeezing the walls of her pussy around his length.
    “Fuck,
baby.” His hands caressed her ass, thumbs spreading her, exposing her to his
gaze. “You look so good around my dick.”
    She
half-smiled at the wonder in his voice as he slowly began to move inside of
her, but soon she was lost in sensation, drowning in the thrust and growl and
rut of him. The sounds of sex filled the room—his low grunts, her cries
of pleasure, their flesh meeting again and again in the dimness.
    “Oh
Dorian,” she moaned, meeting him, grinding back, working toward her climax. Her
fingers rubbed her clit from underneath, fast, faster, circling her orgasm in a
quick moving spiral. “Fuck me hard! Harder!”
    He
gave a low grunt and shoved in deeper, pounding into her. Jodie whimpered and
arched, spreading wider for his cock. Her whole body felt like a spring, tight,
coiled, ready to pounce. Dorian’s fingers dug deep into her hips, bringing her
to him with each thrust, impaling her again and again.
    “Fuuuuuuuck!”
He moaned, slowing for just a moment. Jodie’s fingers were a blur between her
legs, thighs shaking with her impending orgasm.
    “Fuck
me!” she gasped, feeling the first spasm overtake her, like a tidal wave, she
was drowning, going