That’s all it really is. An unexplainable pull. An addictive need. A nagging itch. An unsatisfied hunger.
A giant, luxurious, four poster bed as our arena.
Naked, in all my natural beauty, a thin layer of sweat covers my body. My conformation brilliant as I stand on all fours. Breasts heaving and stomach stretching with each strained breath. I am tired, but not finished.
You, behind me. Masculine. Muscles rigid, in perfect alignment to my body. Masculine hands gripping my hips. Fingers digging into my flesh. Your own nude body covered in glistening sweat. My cunt dripping from the previous ride, allows for our perfect union.
Your cock slides within me with ease. My body surrenders, feeling the gentle pull and tug. I am at your control. Hands steady me, as I feel your cock slide back and forth. We sway gently together, my movements in time with your own. Slow and deliberate are your thrusts. Pulling back before thrusting deep, lurching my body forward, pushing the breath out of my body.
Your thrusts quicken slightly, becoming harder. Your hands on my hips, the reins. You drive your cock deeper. Changing the pace into a trot. *slap slap slap* A steady gate. Your thighs slapping my backside, urging me forward.
Driving our steady trot into a canter. Faster you push. The room echos with our ride. *slap slap slap* the pace even faster. Hands gripping me tighter, pushing me forward, pulling me back. My nostrils begin to flare with forced breath.
Working my body out of a canter you stretch it into a full gallop. Slamming your body into me. *slap slap slap* louder and faster than before. My breath turns into audible grunts as my body is exerted to it’s limit. The sweat breaks out all over my body. My head thrown back, your hands maintaining full control. Galloping harder together. My hands gripping the sheets. You ride me, like the beautiful beast I am. Taming me for that moment, dancing the delicate balance together. Slamming harder, getting lost in the ride, until finally an explosion of energy crosses between us. Your body shudders and we stop instantly. A pulsing and rush of warmth between my thighs, your body pressed against my own, until finally your body pushes me forward once more and we move in the gentle sway.
You pull away, a rush of fluid dripping from my body, my muscles relax and breathing steadies as you pat my backside. Removing yourself from the arena, admiring the beast. You smile, still exhilarated from the ride. A twitch and a stir. You’ll be back for another. You want to ride the beast out of me. Use me. Bring me to the point of exhaustion and push it farther.
You want to own me.