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Saturday, February 20, 2010

Riding Bareback by J. Hali Steele

Whiskey brown eyes glanced her way as he walked by. His perfectly straight nose sat above a pair of lips that could only be called kissable. The sleeves of his crisp white shirt were rolled to just below his elbows and showcased tanned forearms she wanted wrapped around her. She envisioned his strong hands gripping her ass…Easy, girl! Her panties would be wet the rest of the night.

Daria Jones couldn’t wait to get off—from work that is.

For a few months now, she’d been an assistant manager in the only cinema within fifty miles. Everyone who grew up near Madisonville knew it well. It was the last independent movie house left in the state of Montana. The late shift suited her fine because the boss never arrived before six in the evening.

And Daria was tumbling headlong in love with him.

Cord Madison was hot as hell, and he exuded power and confidence. His family not only owned Madisonville, they owned a herd of prized stallions.

A big girl, she turned heads with her vivid green eyes and striking height. Still, she couldn’t believe she was dating Cord. His scent always aroused her to a fevered pitch and caused the walls of her pussy to clench tight. Heated kisses and touching was all they’d shared so far, and it was all she could handle. As if he’d read her mind, Cord told Daria he’d wait until she was ready but she suspected he hesitated for another reason. Though she ignored the crazy stories of small town people, she wondered if they affected him. Surely, his family had heard them.

“Hey, honey?”

She swung around, and a stray brown curl tangled on a button of his shirt.

“Relax.” Warm puffs of air brushed her cheek. His head moved closer and he sniffed and nuzzled her neck like he always did, swiping it with his tongue. “Want to ride bareback?”

“Sure.” Damn he smells good. His soft laughter poured over her skin like honey. Finally loose, she stepped back and wobbled on weak knees at the heated look of desire in his eyes. Cord snatched her into his arms and covered her lips in a kiss that shook her to the core. Grabbing her butt, he pulled her against his erection. She shoved her hands into his thick, black hair and kissed him deeply. Her body reacted by releasing another rush of cream into already damp underwear.

Cord stroked and massaged her back before he eased away. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

Daria was ready.


*****
He drove past the house and parked his sports car in front of the stables. “I’ll be right out,” he said.

She rested her butt against the fender.

Before her parents died leaving their finances and her life in shambles, Daria had been a damn good rider but she and Cord had never ridden this late.

For the first time in years she felt young, vulnerable.

And there were the tales about wild...

She pushed the thought away. Nothing could be worse than the awful places she’d lived and worked in. Nothing. Daria had seen people do unbelievable and cruel things in the last few years.

Despite her honesty about the past, not once had Cord judged her. His strength of character and his patience had won her over. She remembered his words the first day he took her riding-- “animals love unconditionally.”

Daria heard the clipped steps of a horse emerging from the stables and turned to face the most beautiful black creature she’d seen yet. Its cold nose pushed gently at her neck. A premonition slid down her spine at the way it reminded her of Cord.

A throaty chuckle slipped past her lips. “You’re fresh but you don’t scare me.”

Grabbing the mane, she swung onto the ebony stallion’s bare back and they galloped across the meadow. The horse slowed to a walk at the copse of trees that opened up on a moonlit lake. Cord would know where to find her. Dismounting, Daria left the animal to wonder on its own while she gazed over the water.

“There is no fear in you at all.”

Cord’s quiet words so close to her ear made her jump. He moved around to stand in front of her—stark naked.

Again, the premonition. “Where did you come from?”

“In your heart, you know the answer. Sharing kisses, subtly rubbing my scent on you, I prepared you as much as I could.” He pulled her against his chest. “I can’t wait any longer.” She barely heard his next words. “I’ll let you go if that’s what you want—you’ll never remember a thing.”

Daria’s life had been a bitch. Was she being prepared for this? Because he was right; she wasn’t afraid. What scared her was her old life and the thought of not remembering Cord.

“What will happen to me?”

“You’ll become what I am, what some of the others are.”

His scent, the smell that had tantalized her for weeks, washed over her as he nuzzled her neck.

“Make me yours, Cord.”

He unbuttoned her top and slipped it from her shoulders, her bra quickly followed. His head dipped and captured a taut nipple. Daria’s body bowed into him. His huge erection pressed hard into her stomach while she wrestled with the button on her slacks.

Breaking away, he stooped to help her. Cord pulled her down to lie in the warm surf and, leaning over, he continued to lick and tease her breast. He nipped at her neck and shoulders, feathered moist kisses down her stomach until she couldn’t stand any more.

“I’ll take care of you, honey, forever.”

“Cord…” His glorious aroma encased her in a safe bubble.

Running his fingers through her pussy, he brought them to his mouth. Daria shuddered watching him taste her juices.

He rose above her and used a knee to spread her thighs wider. Grasping his penis, he nudged at her entrance. “You’re wet and ready for me.” He eased forward, slipping inch after inch of his thick cock inside her.

“Yes,” she hissed as he pushed into her canal. “I want it all.”

“Whatever you want.”

He thrust in and out with a ferocious rhythm that she matched move for move.

Her hips arched high into his and she yelled his name as an orgasm quickly slipped from her. With a final lunge, he buried his penis in her and exploded sending a stream of cum deep inside her.

He whispered in her ear. “Let’s go home, I want more.”

She watched as he stood and shimmering iridescent particles of light surrounded him. In seconds the black stallion stood before her pawing the ground and snorting.

He was magnificent.

Bending to retrieve her clothes, she was bumped in the ass by a cold, wet nose. Twirling around, Daria looked in the beast’s eyes. They twinkled with mirth.

“Oh hell, I’ll ride bareback.”

Swinging onto Cord, she slapped his flank. He reared up and sliced his hooves through the air and whinnied.

Daria got the ride of her life.

About the author: J. Hali Steele would much rather be roaming where her fictional big cats live—in the high desert of California—so would her four furfriends. She enjoys spending time with her sisters and friends who willingly listen to her ramblings about the world of vamps, shifters and angels. She promises to untie them soon!

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