Page 8 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
"Andquiet," he said in a low growl.
I shivered, which was ridiculous because it was scorching hot out, and I pressed my lips between my teeth.
"Mm. Now she's getting it. Lemme guess what you like. Big. Long. Hard."
I licked my lips and the hands on my hips squeezed. "I like kisses."
"Ain't got those."
"And compliments."
"Never heard of him."
I sighed and nodded, fighting my smile. "Well…I guess you got the rest right."
He laughed. "Climb down two bales."
I had to fumble in the dark, pressing myself against the large body hovering close in front of me, and the depth between the bales was deeper than I expected. I fell from the second with a little jolt. His lower chest moved in front of my nose and then he lifted two hooves, balancing them on bales on either side of me.
"Turn over and push your shorts down."
"Didn't they coach you guys about foreplay?" I huffed, turning around and reaching for my waistband.
"You wanna come, you touch yourself. I obviously can't fucking reach and I'm already getting hard."
I'd started getting wet when he'd said he was picky about fit. Still, I chastised him privately. As I unbuttoned my shorts.
What can I say? I'm not about to throw out over half a decade of centaur-fucking fantasies for a little small talk and fingering.
I'd barely gotten my shorts down, hands braced against the bales, when a hot, wet cock head was prodding against my asscheeks.
The centaur above me grunted. "Put me?—"
"I know, I know. Put you in," I muttered.
"Talk back and I get rough, farm girl."
I bit my lip, considering my options. Maybe no back talk…yet.
I started to try and get my shorts off over my boots when the nudging at my ass grew more insistent, and aimed entirely wrong.
"Fuck the shorts.Put me in," the centaur snarled.
"You're all soimpatient," I said.
"You try going months without—Ugnh!"
I gasped as I managed to pull the cock down to my entrance, perfectly poised for his next gentle nudge. With my shorts around my knees, my legs were barely open, and I was sure I wasn't mistaken that he was biggereverywherethan Calvin.
"Oh.” I let out a whimpering sigh as he lodged himself inside of me. This time was less of a shock, and the centaur above me paused to take a deep breath, his belly pressing down into my back and shoulders.
"Damn. Damn, you asked fortight," he gusted out.
I smiled into my forearms, bent forward, and then cried out as he marched two steps forward, thrusting in a long stroke, well past what I would've been able to take weeks ago.God, it was like constantly being on the edge of having your cervix pummeled, that perfect point where the insane stretch and pleasure of being filled just crossed a tiptoe over into pain. Except it was more and more, because there was more and more space and it was never empty and never full and?—
I let out a long, loud, whining note of tension and reached between my legs.
"I said quiet," the centaur growled, but his voice was tight.
