Not able to wait a second more, she let go of her breast and his hair and braced herself against his shoulders as she slowly began to sink down on his hard cock. She opened her mouth and sighed as she felt him begin to stretch her tight sheath. He was too big to take all at once so she hovered with just the head breaching her for a moment. And then she rose up on her knees again and allowed him to almost slide out of her. She fucked him like that for several strokes, just allowing an inch or two of his erection to shallowly enter her, and then retreating.
"Please. Katie. I'm begging you. I'm going to lose my everlovin' mind if you don't take all of me. Right now." He surged his hips upward just as she sunk down on him and it was done. He was finally inside her sweet pussy.
Slowly, she began riding him. Tightening her muscles around him as she slid up and down his shaft in an easy, relaxed rhythm that made sparks ignite behind her eyes and little mewling cries escape her open mouth.
Not content to be just ridden, Nick began flexing his hips at a less leisurely pace, urging her on and making her breasts bounce against his face. Her small gasps turned to cries as she ground herself against the base of his thick erection. Knowing she was too far gone to notice, he took his chance and loosened his wrists from the strip of lace holding him captive. He brought his hands down to her hips where he anchored her against him so he could get the leverage he needed to sink every last inch of his cock into her slick passage.
When he was finally embedded in as far as he could go, he circled his hips and gained another inch. “You feel so fucking good. Your pussy is squeezing me so tight.” He growled against her neck. "God. I love it. Do you want more?"
She nodded, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Yes. Give it to me. Please, Nick."
Nick grabbed her by the buttocks and slid off the bale of hay and onto his knees on the hay-covered floor. Placing her gently on her back, he wrapped her thighs around his sides and covered her body with his. She crossed her ankles in the small of his back and held on tightly as he began pumping his hips in the driving rhythm they both needed. Their cries echoed off the stable walls and startled the horses as they built quickly towards orgasm.
Kayla climaxed first. She tightened her thighs around him, milking him with her inner muscles as the tremors convulsed through her.
That was all Nick needed. He plowed her like a beast and bellowed out her name as he thrust deeply one last time and was finally still.
It wasn't under hours later that she realized that he hadn't called her Katie when he came. He'd called her Kayla.
Chapter Seven
She woke alone and naked in the hay with just a blanket carefully tucked around her. She should have felt used, empty and a little cheap. But instead she felt liberated. And extremely sated. Her body was still vibrating with pleasure, even an hour after her final intense release. She'd never experienced sex like that before. It had been primal, almost animalistic the way he had just taken her at the end. It gave her gooseflesh just thinking about it. She felt claimed somehow. Like her body would never quite belong entirely to just her ever again.
She knew she was being ridiculous. She was usually a very practical woman. She was just having an emotional reaction to so much excellent sex after an extended dry spell. It was natural to imagine a connection that wasn't really there. Instead of beating herself up for it she was going to enjoy it. She had felt something for a man. Something deep. And for her, this was progress. If she could feel something for him, perhaps there was someone else out there who could make her come alive. Someone other than a very talented prostitute.
Sitting up, she looked around and noticed that her skirt, shirt, wig, mask and bra were draped over the bale of hay in the corner. Wow. She must have passed out not to notice him gathering up her clothing. No sign of her panties though. She stood up and felt a twinge of discomfort between her legs. It was a good pain. It reminded her of how deeply he had filled her and how much she had loved being on the receiving end of all that unrestrained passion.
She got dressed, smiling to herself as she thought of the way she'd teased and tormented him. How was she going to go back to one night stands with random strangers after this? She was ruined. As for her original fixation, she hadn't thought of Jake since she'd seen Nick's rugged face. It was good to be free of that obsession. Before this afternoon, she had thought watching a man masturbate would be the height of eroticism. Now that fantasy seemed quite tame compared to the x-rated thoughts that were running through her head. Mostly centered on what she would do to that cowboy if she had the chance again.
It felt a little odd to be walking around without panties, but this new sensual Kayla ignored her discomfort. She could walk around with her bush flying in the breeze if she felt like it. At least until she could get to a mall and buy some new panties.
Leaving the stall, she stopped and looked around at the setting of her recent debauchery. It looked so normal. The stable door was now open. In the bright light streaming in she saw that all the items he'd thrown on the floor earlier when he'd sat her on the table were now neatly piled up next to the saddle.
She gave a cursory look for her panties, but they weren't anywhere to be found. She couldn't help but notice that the riding crop was also gone. Too bad. She would have enjoyed that particular souvenir in her private time. Probably for the best. She didn't really want to explain that particular item to the border guards when she went back to Vancouver that afternoon.
Walking out to her car, she winced as she got behind the wheel and her bruised bottom came into contact with the seat. She was going to be reminded of that particular part of her fantasy for days. But it made her smile, remembering how he had been too excited to finish punishing her.
Fishing her keys out of her pocket, she unlocked the glove box and grabbed her wallet, passport, cell phone and sunglasses. As she was setting these items on the passenger seat, she noticed a white envelope lying there, completely camouflaged by the pale leather seats.
Frowning, she slid the envelope open with her keys and looked inside, expecting a receipt of some sort. Instead she was shocked to find her cashier's check for ten thousand dollars nestled inside.
Kayla looked around, expecting her cowboy to appear and explain. But he didn't. She was completely alone. She thought about driving around the property searching for him, but wasn't sure what his circumstances were. What if he actually did work here and she got him in trouble for fraternizing at work? He'd obviously played some kind of devious joke on her, but that didn't warrant getting him fired.
Instead, she looked through her wallet until she found Miss Bright's card. She punched in the number on her cell phone and waited impatiently for the woman to pick up. It rang many times before she heard Miss Bright's clipped voice on the other end.
Kayla interrupted before she could finish saying hello. "What exactly is going on?"
"Kayla? What do you mean? You sound distressed. I thought everything went so well. Nick has already reported in and it sounds like your fantasy has been successfully fulfilled. Did something not meet your expectations?"
Kayla thought about that question for a moment. In truth, her expectations had been exceeded, but that wasn't why she was calling. "Miss Bright. Everything was wonderful. So, why is my own check sitting in my hands right now? Am I to understand that you've issued your second refund? Without my input? I find that very unlikely."
Miss Bright gave a very unladylike snort on the other end of the phone. "No, I can honestly say that I would not issue a refund in this particular case. Nick, however, said that he felt his performance was not as client-based as it should have been. It did not meet our professional standards."