Stanton Box Set

He picks up the whip and whips his hand in a threat and I jump into position. My breathing is laboured as I watch him walk around behind me. His cock is hard againHe bends and picks me up and positions me towards the side of the bed. “That’s it,” he murmurs almost to himself. As he walks around behind me I watch his legs and cock through my legs. His fingers slide through my wet swollen lips and he hisses.

“So fucking perfect,” he growls as he slaps me hard on the ass with the whip and I cringe and close my eyes. He bends and slowly bites one of my butt cheeks and then the other as I hold my breath and then his tongue is on my back entrance and he forces my body forward onto the bed. “Joshua,” I whisper muffled into the blankets. He pushes me forward again to silence me.

He slowly licks every inch of me and I can’t breathe. This is too much, too intense, too intimate. He spreads me with his hands and pulls me back onto his face and my eyes roll back in my head. Good god… what this man can do.

His fingers drop to my wet flesh and he inserts three fingers into me and I cry out, his magical fingers in the front, his perfect tongue in the back.

I open my eyes to see his cock once again hanging heavily between his legs. I can actually see the pulse in the veins and I start to quiver and he immediately removes his fingers.

“I want you coming around my cock next time. Don’t fucking come!” he growls.

I close my eyes—like I could stop it. He spreads saliva around my entrance and continually runs his fingers back and forth over the opening as I hold my breath. I can hear him thinking.

“I don’t have any lube,” he whispers to himself.

My eyes widen into the blankets. Oh shit, this is going to hurt. There is only one reason he would need lube.

His fingers go over me again with pressure and I close my ey

es to the pleasure. Why does this feel so good? “Mmm.” My body whispers involuntarily.

“I need this ass,” he growls as he pushes his thumb into me and I cry out. My eyes roll back in my head. Oh fuck, I think I need him to take it.

He slowly pumps his thumb in and out of me and I know he’s trying to calm himself down. He’s too amped up.

He starts to breathe heavily and my eyes once again drop to the huge muscle between his legs, dripping with pre-ejaculate. I can still taste his semen in my mouth.

“You’re lucky I don’t have any lube, presh,” he growls as he slams into my vagina so hard that I face-plant into the bed. He rips me back by the hair and onto his cock as his thumb pumps in and out of me, his cock working at a piston pace. I can’t move, I am so paralysed with pleasure. He’s going to rip the orgasm from my body without me moving a muscle. I close my eyes and ride the wave of pleasure that my beautiful animal is dishing up. My legs keep opening by themselves and he rips me back up to him by the hipbones. His thumb picks up speed and I start to lose my head and thrash into the sheets and I scream in ecstasy as the orgasm is ripped from my body.

“Fuck!” he yells and with one… two… three hard pumps I feel him harden even further and jerk inside me. He slowly moves my body back and forth over his to totally empty himself. I am wet with perspiration and panting just like the horse.

He softens and gently kisses my back as he rolls me over. “I fucking adore you,” he whispers.

I pant, exhaustion kicking in. “Who knows, I could get into this horse-riding thing after all,” I breathe.

With a trace of a smile he kisses me softly on the lips. “Shut up and kiss me.”

The wind whips through my hair as we go over the rugged terrain in the four- wheel drive wagon. It’s Friday and Joshua is giving me a tour of the huge grounds of his beloved Willowvale. I hate to admit it but this place is seriously growing on me. Privacy—until you never have it you can’t ever appreciate what it truly means. To me it means Joshua being himself, laughing freely, joking around in unguarded conversations and a gentle side to him that not many people get to see. We have had the most wonderful four days here and have slipped into a little routine very quickly. Joshua rides and takes care of his adored horses, while I read and relax. I have even made friends with a stray ginger cat that comes to the house and then in the afternoons and nights we have quality time together in the bath and around the grand fire place… I could very easily get used to this relaxed loving lifestyle.

Joshua points over to a paddock on the left. “I was thinking I could build your mother a house over on the hill, anything she wants.”

I look at him. He really is pulling out all stops to make me try and move here. “Hmm,” I mutter.

“And Bridget could have a house down here too if she wants,” he carries on.

Oh god, he really is on a mission.

“Hmm,” I reply again, acting uninterested. I smile to myself. “What about Abbie? Can she have a house?” I ask as I raise my eyebrows in question. Let’s see how desperate he really is.

He narrows his eyes at me. “Abbie wouldn’t want to live here,” he snaps.

She so wouldn’t but this is fun. I smirk and he gets a hold of my game.

“No, Abbie is not living here.” He smirks. “And neither is Cameron so don’t ask me.”

“Oh,” I reply in a defeated voice as I smile. We continue driving along the dirt road through the huge paddocks.

“So this is all your land?” I ask as my eyes wander over the hills.