Shadow Fire (Shadow Riders 7)

She concentrated on Elie’s cock. She knew it so well. She loved it—and him. She wanted to give him the kind of pleasure he gave her. Using her body to ride the horse, she used every bit of the skills of her mind and mouth to give to him. She took him as deep as she could. She hollowed her cheeks, used her tongue, danced it, curled it, edged it. When he rose even higher above her so he could angle his cock down her throat, blocking her airway, she refused to panic, trusting him, looking up at him, as she rode the horse, swallowing him.

The expression on his face was worth it. She would gladly have passed out. He pulled back to give her air and then he tightened his grip in her hair and the cock in her began to surge deeper. “Get there, mon petit jouet très sale, get there fast. I’m going to come down your throat and you’re going to swallow every drop.”

He thrust into her mouth and wasn’t as gentle as before. She took him all the way down and her body once more impossibly went up in flames, the powerful orgasm rocking her, but his cock was jerking and pulsing, sending ropes of semen down her throat and she swallowed and swallowed to keep from choking. He pulled back to give her air but then stood there, waiting, expecting her to clean him as he slowed, then stopped the vibrations on her nipples.

Breathing heavily, she did the best she could, staying in position, until he stepped back and stopped the dildo. She didn’t dare move position. She was so weak, she was really afraid she’d fall. The saddle stopped all motion and Elie’s hands were there, unbuckling the collar around her neck and then the cuffs. He slid the nipple forks from her and then dropped the entire contraption on the mat. Lifting her, he cradled her against his chest.

“I love you, woman. So much.”

“I love you, Elie. Thank you for this.” Brielle slid her arms around his neck. “That was the best present ever. I don’t know how you think of these things. I don’t know why I need them.”

“I love that you need them. I need them, too. That machine can simulate a bucking horse. Wait until you work up to keeping your posture on a horse trying to throw you off.” There was laughter in his voice.

She buried her face against his shoulder. “You’re very wicked.”

“I am.” He carried her into the master bath and began running hot water into the tub. “Your mouth should be insured.”

The wild color slid up her entire body. “I’m so glad you enjoy my mouth.”

“I enjoy everything about you, Brielle. I never believed I’d have a woman who loves me, or understands me. You’re somewhat of a miracle.”

Elie thought she was the miracle, but she knew he was. He was the one who understood her.