Horsemasters: Riding Lessons

Blurb

Gossips say Miguel d'Loganno is a sex master of the highest caliber. Melanie Anne Grayson is desperate for his services. To hire him to train her horse, Merciless, that is. The horse trainer is attractive, commanding, and delicious. So is his strong, silent companion, Ricardo Santofoya. Their unorthodox training methods, both for horse and owner, have the horse set lining up to engage their talents. Can Melanie submit to the Horsemaster in order to obtain his services for her steed? A lusty, blistering interview with these sexy horse trainers has her panting to learn more about their unique training methods.

Excerpt

"Ride!" he demanded.

The friction of his passage inside her sent her nerve endings into overload. She lifted and dropped, again and again. The throb from the discipline of the crop served only to heighten her desire for a fast, hard ride, spurring her on. It was the kind of ride her usual bed companions couldn't seem to give her.

She rested her hands against his broad, muscular chest, felt the strong beating of his heart beneath her palms. Her fingers played with the thick pelt of ebony, silky hairs covering him like a mat of lush mink. A brief flare of rebellion possessed her, and she rose up and slammed back down. Another swat of the crop from behind flared across her flaming ass, causing her to groan as the strange mixed sensations spiraled through her. It was pain. It was heat. It was sharp pleasure drenching her. Again, her attention flew to the Horsemaster for guidance.

"What did I do wrong now?" she complained, wanting to rub a hand over her ass to ease the tingling throb left in the crop's wake. It also felt like the Horsemaster's cock had doubled in size inside her cunt. And it felt so good to be filled so completely.

She dared not break her pose to assess the damage. The Horsemaster had directed her to keep her hands on his chest, and not to move them away for any reason. His "assistant" was the one wielding the crop from behind. Although she'd been arrested by the assistant's angular, sensitive face, her full attention was absorbed by the man commanding her. Melanie needed the man she rode, more than the man she desired to have as a lover. Business always came first. And right now it was the Horsemaster who claimed her body and her mind.

"Too fast. If you want me to agree to train your horses for you, you had best learn to obey me. And quickly. I'm not one of your domesticated animals, Ms. Grayson. I'm not one of your employees. I'm the master you want to hire to train your thoroughbred. And this is our interview. If I'm satisfied with your performance, if I think you possess potential, maybe I'll accept the position. Now ride me, and do it like you mean it and not like a schoolgirl who hasn't learned her way around a saddle or how to hold a good seat."

Bastard. Melanie hadn't thought all the rumors about him could possibly be true, but she was discovering they were more than accurate. Not that the man whose thick cock was deeply entrenched inside her wasn't worth the effort. Not at all. Schoolgirl indeed! She felt the muscles in her thighs scream as she carefully lifted from his lap and sank just as slowly back down. Again, the crop stung across her buttocks, leaving a line of flaring heat in its passage.