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going to fuck this little hole, too!”
    My mouth opened, but instead of the righteous indignation I planned to utter at his lewd suggestion, a loud moan filled the air around us as the tip of his tongue penetrated the tight ring of muscles at my rear.
    Suddenly I found the strength to jerk my legs free and ride his face, rubbing myself against him from the nub of my clitoris to the sensitive little nerve endings around my bottom.
    “You’re ready to ride your stallion, sweetheart.”  Jared turned his head to the side as my movement became uncoordinated and uncontrollable.  Undeterred I tried to create some friction with the side of his head, but the neat ears I had admired while cradling his head at my breast didn’t generate much.  Why couldn’t he have ears like Spock!  It took another second for his words to register, “Sit on my cock, sweetheart, and let me scratch that itch for you.”
    Frustrated to the point of madness, I turned and scooted down his body until I felt his erection bump me.  I grasped it, placed it at my slippery entrance and tried to sit on it.
    “I can’t”  It felt like I was trying to fit the tip of a baseball bat into a pen holder.
    “Of course you can,” Jared gritted, his teeth gleaming in the soft light.  “Sit up straighter and then come down on it.”
    “Jared, I don’t think I can do this—”  I sat up and tried once and then again.  Jared twisted his hips on my second attempt and what felt like the entire head of his erection lodged itself within me.  “Ow!  Ow!”
    “Finish the job, sweetheart.”
    “I can’t”  It was like being stuck on top of a. wild horse—I was scared to ride it and equally scared to dismount.
    “Hold still.”  Before I could take a breath, Jared slammed his hips upwards once, twice, three times and surged right up inside me.
    “Stop, Jared!”  I pleaded, worried if he went any further he would damage something.
    “It’s all in, sweetheart.”  He tried to reach out to me and cursed when the handcuffs prevented him.  “Damn these bloody handcuffs!  Sit still for a minute, sweets, and let yourself stretch around me.”
    The sharp pain had already disappeared leaving a dull ache and the feeling that we were fused  together.  I wiggled my hips trying to ease the feeling of tightness and a bolt of sensation shot through me.  I did it again…and again.
    “That’s it, sweetheart.  Ride your stallion.  Ride him hard”
    As I started to move up and down on him, Jared raised his hips off the bed, surprising me with his strength, and thrust his full length inside me on each of my downward stroke.  Though I was on top and he was handcuffed to the bed, he seemed to be the one in control.
    He groaned as I started to move faster and I realized that I did have some control.  I squeezed my inner muscles around him on my next downward stroke and he groaned again in response.  I liked having him at my mercy I realized and though it caused me pain to keep my muscles clenched around him, I kept it up as he tossed his head from side to side on the pillow.
    Then I remembered his warning me that this would be the only time I was in control.
    Can I let this opportunity pass me by?
    I never imagined that I would be this naughty.  Maybe I have more in common with my mother than I thought.  She led my father by the nose…or by his penis, to put it bluntly.  I came across them in the laundry room once, he was kneeling in front of her with his head under the flared skirt of her dress.  Often I can sense that she’s doing something to him at the dining table while the three of us are having dinner together when my brothers are at boarding school.  Something with her dainty feet because her hands are always placed properly on the table—she’s a stickler for etiquette.  Whatever she does to him, it makes him breathe harder and sometimes ask to be excused from the table.  Sometimes he returns, the sightless, intense look gone from his