Kayla's Cowboy Fantasy (Delta of Venus Inc.) by Verena Vincent Page A
Authors: Verena Vincent
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"Nice try." He chuckled. "But trespassing is a crime. I can't just overlook it, can I?"
"I'd be okay with that. But do what you have to do. Know this though. I will make you pay later."
He actually laughed at her threat. And gave her bottom a playful swat. It was just a flick of his fingers against her flesh. It didn't hurt at all, but heat flooded through her throbbing pussy as if more rough treatment was exactly what it craved to get off.
"Look at those legs," he said in a reverent tone, like he was looking at a great work of art or an incredible view. He leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the back of one of her knees.
Kayla felt that kiss all the way to her womb and shivered in response.
He stood back up and placed one hand on the back of her neck, caressing her gently and looking into her eyes through the black lace mask. "Do you have any idea what looking at those legs does to me? I mean, seriously, I feel like Kingmaker when he gets a whiff of a mare in season. Like I'll go crazy if I can't get to you." He leaned forward and kissed her, hard.
"But first things first." He stood up and held an object up in front of her face so she could get a good look at what he was holding. It was a riding crop.
Kayla's eyes widened. What was that damn safe word again? Pizza? All she needed to say was 'pizza' and they could go back to normal, painless, vanilla sex. She didn't want that scary thing anywhere near her bottom. She had expected him to use his hand or maybe one of the horse grooming brushes, but a riding crop? That would leave marks. What was he thinking? She was a novice with the whole spanking thing. Riding crops were definitely meant for someone in the advanced class.
"Umm...maybe not," she said, attempting to stand upright and mover her posterior out of his reach.
He pushed her gently back down, and leaned over her. "Katie," he whispered against her ear. "You don't have to go through with this part, but if you'll trust me not to hurt you, I'd really like to give you the rest of your fantasy. I think you'll always wonder about it otherwise. Now. Pizza or no pizza?"
Would she regret it? Maybe. When would she ever get the chance to explore her kinkier side again? If she went through with her plan to find a nice, safe, boring man to settle down with, she probably wouldn't feel comfortable asking him to give her a few good whacks on her fanny, now would she? She was wildly curious to explore the spicier side of her sexuality. And that swat he'd given her earlier had given her tingles through her whole body, especially between her thighs.
"Alright. Hold the pizza for now," she conceded, getting comfortable against the saddle again. "But don't get carried away. I bruise easily."
He nodded his approval. "I can see that. Your skin is like cream silk," he said softly. Standing directly behind her now, he gently began sliding her skirt up her thighs and over her buttocks. Putting an arm around her again, he lifted her slightly so he could bunch her skirt up around her waist.
Kayla could feel his prominent erection against her buttocks now. When he set her back down, she rocked back against him, trying to maximize her contact with that delicious bulge. But he moved away from her. She sighed in disappointment. "You are such a tease," she muttered, resting her cheek against the saddle.
He chuckled again and ran his large palm over her bum. "Just be patient, and you'll be getting as much of my cock as you could possibly want. Believe me. I am going to fuck you senseless."
Kayla’s body clenched in anticipation at his words. "Promises, promises. Patience is overrated." She said, and waggled her bottom in invitation. "Why don't you give it to me now instead?"
Thwack! The riding crop snapped across her buttock and she flinched in reaction.
"Ow! That's not what I meant." After the mild pain subsided, heat rushed through her cleft and she brought her thighs tightly together to hold in the
"Nice try." He chuckled. "But trespassing is a crime. I can't just overlook it, can I?"
"I'd be okay with that. But do what you have to do. Know this though. I will make you pay later."
He actually laughed at her threat. And gave her bottom a playful swat. It was just a flick of his fingers against her flesh. It didn't hurt at all, but heat flooded through her throbbing pussy as if more rough treatment was exactly what it craved to get off.
"Look at those legs," he said in a reverent tone, like he was looking at a great work of art or an incredible view. He leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the back of one of her knees.
Kayla felt that kiss all the way to her womb and shivered in response.
He stood back up and placed one hand on the back of her neck, caressing her gently and looking into her eyes through the black lace mask. "Do you have any idea what looking at those legs does to me? I mean, seriously, I feel like Kingmaker when he gets a whiff of a mare in season. Like I'll go crazy if I can't get to you." He leaned forward and kissed her, hard.
"But first things first." He stood up and held an object up in front of her face so she could get a good look at what he was holding. It was a riding crop.
Kayla's eyes widened. What was that damn safe word again? Pizza? All she needed to say was 'pizza' and they could go back to normal, painless, vanilla sex. She didn't want that scary thing anywhere near her bottom. She had expected him to use his hand or maybe one of the horse grooming brushes, but a riding crop? That would leave marks. What was he thinking? She was a novice with the whole spanking thing. Riding crops were definitely meant for someone in the advanced class.
"Umm...maybe not," she said, attempting to stand upright and mover her posterior out of his reach.
He pushed her gently back down, and leaned over her. "Katie," he whispered against her ear. "You don't have to go through with this part, but if you'll trust me not to hurt you, I'd really like to give you the rest of your fantasy. I think you'll always wonder about it otherwise. Now. Pizza or no pizza?"
Would she regret it? Maybe. When would she ever get the chance to explore her kinkier side again? If she went through with her plan to find a nice, safe, boring man to settle down with, she probably wouldn't feel comfortable asking him to give her a few good whacks on her fanny, now would she? She was wildly curious to explore the spicier side of her sexuality. And that swat he'd given her earlier had given her tingles through her whole body, especially between her thighs.
"Alright. Hold the pizza for now," she conceded, getting comfortable against the saddle again. "But don't get carried away. I bruise easily."
He nodded his approval. "I can see that. Your skin is like cream silk," he said softly. Standing directly behind her now, he gently began sliding her skirt up her thighs and over her buttocks. Putting an arm around her again, he lifted her slightly so he could bunch her skirt up around her waist.
Kayla could feel his prominent erection against her buttocks now. When he set her back down, she rocked back against him, trying to maximize her contact with that delicious bulge. But he moved away from her. She sighed in disappointment. "You are such a tease," she muttered, resting her cheek against the saddle.
He chuckled again and ran his large palm over her bum. "Just be patient, and you'll be getting as much of my cock as you could possibly want. Believe me. I am going to fuck you senseless."
Kayla’s body clenched in anticipation at his words. "Promises, promises. Patience is overrated." She said, and waggled her bottom in invitation. "Why don't you give it to me now instead?"
Thwack! The riding crop snapped across her buttock and she flinched in reaction.
"Ow! That's not what I meant." After the mild pain subsided, heat rushed through her cleft and she brought her thighs tightly together to hold in the
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