Saddled (The Stables Trilogy #3) Read Online Free PDF

J.B. coming in and fucking her, hard and ruthless, whenever the urge hit him.
     
    It was enticing, and he must have thought so, too, because his cock twitched between her lips. His grip tightened more, and he shoved himself all the way into her mouth. Maple’s nose was brushing his body, she couldn’t breathe, but she relaxed as the first spurt of his orgasm hit the back of her throat. Warm, salty and bitter, his come coated her throat and mouth. She sucked and swallowed, wanting every drop of him.
     
    After he released her hair, Maple kept licking, cleaning off every inch of his semi-erect cock. She watched his face, the twitch of his mouth as her tongue dragged along over-sensitive skin. His chest was heaving, but he let her continue her licks and sucks.
     
    Unbelievably, he didn’t grow softer; instead, his cock began to swell again, growing erect as she tongued it.
     
    “Get up,” he ordered. “Strip.”

 
    Chapter Five
     
    She stood, her knees protesting deliciously, and began to take her clothes off. Her fingers worked the buttons of her shirt, slipping them free quickly. She shrugged out of it and let it drop to the floor. “Faster,” he snapped. Maple slid out of her pants, stepping out and standing bare in front of him. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he snarled, and it made her body tingle all over.
     
    J.B.’s eyes raked her up and down, lingering here and there. He was inspecting her, letting no inch of her skin go unscrutinized. “Allowing you in that stable is such a fucking waste.” It hurt her, this compliment, but Maple said nothing. She didn’t try to hide.
     
    Instead, her nipples tightened under his glare, and her pussy ached, filled with need.
     
    “Come here,” he commanded her softly. She stepped closer, standing so that her legs straddled his. J.B. reached up and parted her sopping folds with a finger. Maple gasped, the touch electric.
     
    “Put your hands behind your back.” She did, grabbing her elbows behind her. It was on purpose-- it gave her the same look the ponies had when J.B. barred their arms behind them. Tits out, back arched.
     
    Two fingers slid inside of her roughly.  She trembled at the invasion. A memory, black and oily, tried to shove forward of another man’s fingers inside of her, the stable, the sour taste of fear in her mouth--
     
    “Stay with me, Maple. You wanted to gift me , so stay with me.” J.B.’s gravel tone soothed her and brought her back. She was in his office. She was safe. She wanted him to be touching her.
     
    His thumb circled her clit and she mewled, spikes of pleasure jolting through her. His fingers worked her harder, stroking her hot channel. Standing in his office, naked, speared by his hand, she felt vulnerable and exposed. But the fiery look in his mismatched eyes kept her anchored.
     
    The slow coil of a climax began to tighten inside of her. Her hair slipped over her shoulders, down her back as she leaned her head back. J.B.’s fingers stroked her hard but slow, fully exploring her depths before curving, caressing her on their way out.
    Frustrated, she began to rock her hips, her eyes shut tight.
     
    He pinched a nipple, twisting and tugging. The pain shocked her, and she cried out. “I’ll set the pace,” he warned.
     
    Damn, the things this man did to her body. Something as basic, as simple, as finger fucking was like his art; dark, rough, but so intensely sensual she couldn’t help but respond.
     
    “I’ve got your number, Maple,” he whispered softly. “It’s why I can’t fathom your need to go into the stable.” His thumb skimmed her clit again, dancing around it, teasing her. Maple felt insatiable. This was pure, luxurious torture. “You want pain. You want me to possess you.”
     
    “Yes,” she hissed.
     
    “I’m not going to. Not the way you think you want it.”
     
    Maple keened, her body on fire. She needed release. He knew she did. Why wasn’t he letting her come? Or spanking her?