The Morning Ride (an erotic short story with exhibitionism, light BDSM) Read Free Page A

opened her bra and drew it down her arms.
    His chest rose. His hands went to his belt and he unbuckled it, opened his pants, and pushed them down his legs. When he straightened, she felt a little dizzy. He was large. Just as he’d been in her dream. Thick and curving upward.
    He bent over her, scooped her mouth with his, then pushed her backward, lowering to take a sprung nipple in his mouth. He suctioned, drawing until her toes curled, then backed off to tease her with flutters of his tongue.
    “They’re pink. I knew they’d be pink,” he said, kissing across her chest to capture the other nipple.
    She petted his thick hair, combing it and digging her nails into his scalp when he nibbled her tip.
    Then he backed away again, going to his knees and spreading hers. He draped her thighs over his shoulders and kissed her inner thigh, an outer lip, before burrowing into her, his tongue licking around her entrance then plunging inside while he tweaked her clit with his fingers.
    “Daniel,” she said, groaning. Reality was so much better.
    When he rose again, he shifted her, urging her to the center of the bed. He cloaked himself then turned her and licked a hot trail down her spine. At her bottom, he bit each cheek. Just hard enough to make her quiver. He kissed her cunt and moved behind her, his cock prodding her, then plunging into her.
    Sophie screamed, unraveling in a moment. His girth stretched her, his length plundered. Moisture flooded her channel as she bounced back to greet his strokes.
    A clap landed on one side of her ass. Loud, but not really hard. It surprised her, made her freeze.
    He leaned over back and whispered in her ear. “Did you like that, Sophie? Do you want another?”
    Her pussy flooded with moisture, as much from the silky texture of his voice as the warmth of her ass. “Please.”
    He straightened and began to thrust into her again, smooth, deep glides that had her passion rising steeply again. A slap landed on the opposite cheek, sharper than the first one. Her pussy clenched his cock. She lowered her middle to lift her ass, begging silently for another.
    Again and again, he placed slaps, some hollow-sounding and not too sharp, others flat and stinging. She sobbed, dropping her head to rest it on the cool sheet. This was pure bliss.
    At last, he went still and bent, encircling her with an arm and raising her to sit, still impaled on his cock. His hands roamed her breasts, massaging then pinching her nipples. “Use your fingers to tug on them, pull them far and let them bounce back. I want to watch.”
    She did as he asked, resting her head to one side as he gazed over her shoulder as she played. She tugged them, twisted them, pulled them out and watched them bounce. Her nipples felt like they were on fire, her pussy oozed constantly.
    “My balls are soaked,” he said in a low rumble then pulled one hand away and smacked her breast.
    She cried out. Already sensitive, the surprise sent her into a mini-orgasm.
    He twisted her nipple, digging in a fingernail. “Stop. Not yet.”
    She opened her mouth to say that was impossible, but just as quickly as it had overtaken her, her orgasm settled, leaving her there, riding the edge of a powerful explosion.
    He was a sadist, a monster. She’d earned her orgasm. How could he be so cruel?
    “Do you want to complain?”
    She couldn’t. Not when he spoke to her in that silky tone.
    He slapped her breast again, and then smoothed his hand down her belly. His fingers found her clitoris, and she gasped at his first rasping touch.
    He tsked in her ear. “You aren’t nearly ready, Sophie.”
    What did he mean? She was filled with his large cock, as wet as she’d ever been, and she felt as if a coil had formed around her womb, winding tighter and tighter. If he’d only let her, she would come.
    He clamped her clit between his thumb and forefinger and began to roll it in twisting motions. She reached back to pull his hair, stiffening her body. “It’s too