Page 13 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
"You arejuicy," he rasped, one finger sliding so easily inside of me.
"You are—" His mouth caught mine, pausing my answer, and then I lost the thread of logic anyway, gaping at his broad beauty as he smiled at me. "I wanna rub myself all over your fur," I gasped out, brain and mouth short circuiting, allowing the most absurd and inappropriate of my thoughts to burst free.
I wanted to coat him in my own arousal, make the other centaurs and werewolves—and, hell, all the human women too, who might rethink their aversion to a centaur once they got a look athim—get a nice good whiff of me and know thatI'dmarkedhim.
He groaned and then our tongues were stroking messily together, a second finger plunging inside of me, large thumb diligently taking up the work of pressing and swirling over my clit.
"What else?" he asked, gasping. His eyes were now only a sliver of blue around black and it made me clench around his fingers to see how ragged his breath was. It was probably due to the wild engine squelch and squeeze I'd set off in the tube, but he was looking atme.
"What—"
"What else you wanna do with me, filly?" he rushed out.
Oh.
"I—I—" I couldn't say, except his brow was furrowing and those dark eyes were watching my mouth avidly and the words spilled out anyway. "I wanna ride you.Bareback.Till I come."
He snarled, and his teeth claimed my lips next, his thumb almost bruising, fingers sloppy inside of me.
"More," he rasped.
"I wanna…I want you to put me in a hanging saddle, all fit on your cock, fuck me till I pass out, till we make a pool of cum on the?—"
His mouth sealed over mine, our groans tangling together. His fingers pulled out of me and I whimpered against his tongue, but it wasn't until his hands had me by the back of my knees that he pulled his mouth away.
"Up you go, sweetheart," he said, and then—with no obvious effort—I was being all but tossed up into the air.
"Lukas!" I screeched, my hands flying wildly for a moment before slapping against the ceiling.
I landed on his shoulder, and he wrestled the fabric of my skirt back up out of the way again.
"Keep going, Frannie," he said, sparing me one hard look and then diving his face between my thighs, gobbling greedily at my cunt, his licks and slurps as loud as the pump of the machine he was inside of.
"I hate that tube. I wanna be that for you. I wanna be the thing you pump inside of for relief. I want you to swat your tail against my pussy. I want you to crush me under you as you fuck me. I want—I want?—"
His mouth was thorough and ravenous, tongue plunging into me. It wasn'tnearlyenough, except that his hands were tight on my thighs, pulling and pushing me against his mouth like it was fucking me, and his snarls and groans at my absurd speech were crawling up inside of me, making my toes curl in my cowboy boots.
"Oh fuck, I wanna come. I wanna come. Please, Lukas."
He grumbled into me and I understood the words, as unintelligibly muffled as they were.
"I want you to cover me in your cum. I wanna put my mouth at the tip and squeeze your length until you make me drown in it. I—fuck!"
His mouth fastened hard to my clit, four fingers stuffing me suddenly—a perfect and delicate stretch—and he sucked ruthlessly at my swollen bud as I shuddered and thrashed and came with flashes of lightning behind my eyes and a storm racing through my veins.
I'd barely finished when he was pulling me away, a garbled yelp slipping out of me with my pleasured cries, as I folded in half between his body and his arms. His face was red, blue eyes wild and chest heaving as he stared down at me.
"Get on the fucking table, filly."
I gasped, but it was up to him to put me down, and I was surprised at how gently he managed to do so, considering how close to the edge he looked at the moment. He had backed himself out of the tube, and I was prepared to ignore the absurd position of having myself draped over it.
But instead he just ripped the thing out of the wall and tossed it on the floor.
Taylor was going to kill me.
"Skirt off," he said, a little harshly. And then he frowned and bent low, hands clasping my face and mouth meeting mine in a firm kiss. "You're gettin' one of your wishes. Now. Skirt off."
I yanked at the skirt and shimmied it off my hips before pulling my shirt off too, and tossing them both to the corner of the room.
