His Nasty Little Pussy

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The next morning, Henry is sitting by the path waiting for me, and daisies are lined up all along his collar, circling his entire droopy neck in white petals. A huge smile spreads across my face as I reach down to pull them out one by one, giving Henry lots of love while I do. We head down the path, and when we step into the clearing, Beau is waiting for me on Pierre.

He has a bridle on the horse but no saddle, and he’s the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. He’s in jeans, a white t-shirt, the same red baseball cap, and brown work boots since his black ones were probably still wet from yesterday’s rescue mission.

He greets me with a sexy grin that immediately makes me think about how good those lips had tasted and felt against mine.

“I thought you might like to learn how to ride.”

I stare up at Pierre’s massive size and chew my bottom lip. I would love to learn to ride, but I also have no idea how to even go about getting up on the horse, especially without a saddle.

Sensing my complete lack of know-how, Beau leans over as much as he can and beckons me closer. When I’m standing right next to him, he cups me under my armpits. I give a small yelp of surprise when the next thing I know, I’m sitting on his lap.

I laugh at the feel of Pierre underneath me and how odd and amazing it feels to be riding on top of such a beautiful animal. I’m still sitting sideways, my shoulder resting against Beau’s chest.

“Thanks for my daisies,” I say, looking into those gorgeous brown eyes of his.

He smiles at me, and I run my hand over his stubbled cheek, pulling him down to me. I’ve been thinking about kissing him ever since he stopped kissing me yesterday, and I can’t wait any longer. When my lips touch him, I let out a moan at how much I’ve missed him and want him, and the hunger behind his kiss tells me he’s thinking the same thing.

His strong arms wrap around me, one hand sliding up my spine to rest against the back of my neck, pulling me even closer to him. My tongue slides along his while my hands run across his shoulders and back. I never want it to end. I don’t ever want to not feel some part of him against me. I know I’m completely in love with him and that this is it for me. There will never be anyone else for me, and I try to tell him that with my lips, my tongue, my fingers.

When we finally break apart, both of us out of breath and wanting more, he rests his forehead against mine and cups my face.

“You drive me crazy, Ella,” he whispers.

His brown eyes search mine, and I say, “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, darlin’, more than you’ll ever know.”

Pierre stomps his feet, and the feel of his body moving beneath mine as he adjusts his weight makes me laugh.

“All right, Pierre, we’re going. Hike your leg over, Ella.”

I do as he says so I’m straddling the horse with my ass pressed in between Beau’s legs. I should probably rethink my sundress wardrobe. I’m wearing a white one today with spaghetti straps, but I’m guessing it won’t be white by the time we’re done.

Leaning into Beau, I smile at how amazing and solid he feels. He reaches around me to grab the reins, kissing me on the cheek as he does so and then squeezes his legs around Pierre while rocking his hips a little forward. Pierre immediately responds by walking, and I let out a groan at the feel of Beau pressing hard against my ass and hips. There’s an unmistakable bulge going down his left pant leg, and my fingers are itching to touch it, but I’m afraid to let go of my grip on Pierre’s mane.

I look up at Beau and laugh because I’m riding on a fucking horse! He smiles down at me and pats my thigh.

“Having fun?”

“Yes,” I say. “Thanks for taking me for a ride.”

The grin he shoots me is pure sin, “Anytime, Ella.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

“I’m countin’ on it.”

The rest of the morning is spent with Beau showing me the basics of riding a horse and him showing me more of his property while I enjoy the feel of his body gently moving against mine. When the sun gets to be a bit too much for me, Beau notices me ducking my head in an attempt to shield myself from it and places his baseball cap on my head. The shade it provides is a welcome relief, and I smile and lean back into him.

On our way back, he offers me the reins. I’m still clutching the daisies he sent with Henry. He places his large, callused hand over my mind and gently peels back my fingers, letting the flowers fall. “I’ll get you more. I promise,” he says, before placing the reins in my hand. He keeps his hands over mine, helping me guide Pierre back to the barn.

When we’re by the pasture gate, Beau slides off the back before reaching up to grab me. Once I’m on the ground, I immediately miss the fill of him pressed against me. He takes off Pierre’s bridle and opens the gate for him, slapping him on the ass as he goes off to join the others. My nipples harden at the idea of that firm hand smacking my ass. My panties were soaked long ago, but this image brings a new flood of warmth to my pussy.

Beau locks up the gate and turns back to me with a hungry look in his eyes. He beckons me closer with his finger, and I immediately obey. When I’m in front of him, he leans down and catches my mouth in his, turning me so I’m pressed up against the metal gate. I feel his restraint fading away as he slides his tongue into my mouth while his hands roam over my body.