The Duke's Broken Angel

I was halfway down the lane when I heard the galloping of a horse's hooves behind me. I turned, just in time to catch Keir, my gorgeous broken Duke coming for me, his arm outstretched like he was actually going to scoop me up into his arms.

I couldn’t help the smile that turned my lips when he paused just a moment, yanking me by the waist up onto his horse. “I had a minute to think about it, I’ve decided I won’t let you leave.”

“Won’t let me?” I asked.

“Not without giving you a taste of what you’re missing first.” He clucked at the horse and we galloped down the lane.

“Bareback?” I breathed when I realized there was nothing separating me and Keir and this horse.

“I’ve got you, Cricket.” Keir’s hands gripped my waist from behind, his powerful thighs wrapping around me so I fell into the cradle of his warm body. Every hard edge of him cut into my soft flesh. I loved him pressed against me like we belonged together.

His arms around my waist, he pulled at the reins and coaxed the horse to turn and head down the path to the field that spread for miles behind Keir’s cottage. “I’ll always catch you.”

One of his hands slid down my thigh, slipping under the hem of my dress and sliding against my damp pussy folds. A breath of air pushed past his lips and sent shivers racing down my spine. “These panties are only in the way.”

He yanked, tearing the cotton from my flesh and tossing them in the wind behind us. His teeth rimmed the edge of my ear, one finger sliding up my thigh and slipping against my heat. I sucked in a ragged pant, eyes slamming closed as I arched back against him, his arms holding me firmly as the horse trotted down the damp path. I moaned when he hit my sensitive clit and I nearly came under his hot hand.

“At a loss for words, Cricket?”

I couldn’t speak. He was right, I was at his whim, totally at a loss for words as long as his hands were working me like that.

His fingers sped up. A soft cluck of his tongue and suddenly the horse was moving at a faster trot, the rhythm of his hand working between my legs matching the gait of the horse perfectly.

Oh. So. Perfectly.

My release edged closer, moans trembled from my lips. His thumb slid against my clit, the rough fingers grating against me like fine-grain sandpaper, sending firebolts of arousal through every nerve. “Oh, oh, oh…”

“Sing for me, Cricket. I want to hear what my fingers fucking this gorgeous pussy feels like. I want the whole world to hear it.”

His crass words at my ear sent sparks shooting through every muscle, waves of pleasure crashing over me, taking me under, sucking me in. “Don't stop. Oh, God, please don't stop.”

I could drown in Keir, a very happy woman. I was already drowning in him. Every day.

When did drowning feel so good?

Keir slowed the horse a moment later and lifted me off, carrying me in his granite arms before laying us in the grass beneath a huge oak tree. He kissed his way up my body, removing the dress as he went, before locking my hands over my head. He sucked my flesh between his lips, and then I heard the zip of his pants and felt the tip of his thick cock pressing against me.

He pressed deeper. The stretch and burn of his cock had a bite of pain coursing through my body, followed instantly by the sweet relief as my body adjusted to him. His teeth nipped and sucked at my skin, latching on to my nipples and making me hum and groan until stars burst behind my eyelids. He fucked me slow and steady, hands crawling up my skin and owning every inch.

“So fucking beautiful. I want to keep you.” He cupped my ass in his heavy palms, forcing my legs around his waist as we melded. “I’m going to empty my come into your beautiful body. I want to see you pregnant with my baby, carrying my son or daughter deep inside you, knowing I put them there. That you belong to me.”

He attached his lips to my nipple, teasing and nipping, swirling away the pain with his tongue as he dragged his dick past every raw nerve I had. He drove me closer to the cliff, sending me further into space as I chased what only he could give.

“You want that, Cricket? You want my baby?” His lips crawled up my throat. “I love you, okay? I want to give you my last name. Make a family with you. You're my everything.”

My heart hammered with every beat of his words, punctuated by the slow drag of his cock. He was fucking me senseless, stealing my breath with his speech, his touch. My nails pressed into his shoulders, his hands pushing into my hair as his hips sped up, thrusts growing frantic before his mouth attached to mine. He kissed me and fucked me and came in long, hot streams of raw pleasure. His lips worked against mine, our bodies hot and sweaty under the morning sun, the scent of sweet grass and sex filling the air.