Six
Eric dropped Rachel gently in a patch of thick grass. She could just see the stars coming out between the swaying branches of the poplar, a soothing breeze catching the sweat on her skin and sending shivers through her.
But she wasn’t cold. No. Rachel’s entire being was on fire, and if she didn’t get Eric between her legs again—this time from the front—she was going to combust into a pile of ash.
She didn’t give the minotaur time to continue the romance, cutting his adoring gaze short as he settled over her by hauling him down to her mouth. He groaned against her, catching himself on his elbow just above her head, caging her beneath his musky, hot body.
This time, when she reached for his buckle, he didn’t stop her, pausing to glance down at her shaking hands fumbling with the zipper, chest heaving.
Rachel gasped as she shoved the jeans down his hips, setting loose the biggest, thickest cock she’d ever seen.
It didn’t look that different from others she’d seen—definitely more human than cow in appearance and she didn’t realize she was slightly disappointed by that until right then.
But it was thick at the base, narrowing only slightly at the round, pink head glistening for her.
She took Eric in her hand, desire twisting tighter as he thrust into her, kissing and sucking at her neck and shoulders.
His warm hands slid up her back, and she arched into his touch, never stopping her rhythmic grip on his girth, even as he pushed her sports bra up and over her head. Let it hang from her elbow—like she could give a shit right now.
There again was the tongue she’d been dreaming of all day—the rough, wet lick against her screaming nipples wrung a breathy cry from her. At the same time, Rachel noticed Eric’s dick seemed to have grown longer in the moments she’d been touching it—as if more and more of it was unsheathing.
Her pause was enough for Eric to chuckle softly against her breast, the breath coasting over her wet nipple, sensations writhing through her. “It’s normal, don’t worry. Just tell me if it’s too much.”
“You think I’ll let you throw me across the barn, but I’m gonna balk at a big dick?” She laughed, hoarse, desperate, anything but jovial.
In a single motion, Eric flipped them, settling beneath her and tucking a cocky arm behind his head. “You stayed on once, cowgirl. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
His self-congratulatory smirk shot straight to her cunt.
She didn’t want to tussle anymore. Lifting herself into a squat, she shoved her leggings and panties down, thrilling at the chill breeze against her soaking pussy.
She started to lift her leg to step out of her boots, but Eric slammed a hand down around her ankle.
“Leave the boots on,” he demanded in a low, sharp tone that had Rachel immediately obeying.
Looking him square in the eye like a rooster she meant to kick in the pen, Rachel finished shoving her leggings down to allow freer movement, then angled herself over Eric’s ever-growing bull cock.
Without breaking eye contact, she lowered herself onto him, drinking in the growing heat in his gaze, the angle of his head as his mouth dropped open at their joining, the twitch of muscle in his neck as she seated herself fulling around his girth.
Then, Rachel began to ride.
She gave the minotaur her all, tuning in to his every tiny movement, every minuscule signal that told her what he wanted—where it felt best. Her hips and thighs were liquid, rolling and undulating through the storm of their climax.
Right when she felt lightning begin to flash along her spine, the peak of her heat rising before her, Eric reached between them and rubbed her clit, matching their cadence as if joining a dance he already knew.
She tipped over the edge, coming with a shrill cry, clenching so tightly around Eric she was sure she’d never come undone after.
But she had no choice as exhausted relief swept through her body, reducing her to a molten heap.
Eric lifted her off, settling her into the soft nook of his arm, finishing himself with barely more than a single stroke of his hand.
His satisfied low rumbled through his chest, but Rachel barely heard it–she was too swept away in the curtain of starlight above them, in the whispering lullaby of the poplar branches in the breeze.
After she came back to earth, she realized Eric was looking at her—could feel his hot, honeyed gaze on the top of her head. His breathing hitched in his chest, and after a moment, his voice broke the calm.
“Rachel?” he asked, and she knew what was coming.
“Shhh.” She put a flat palm over his mouth. “That’s for after we win.”