Page 15 of His Wilde Little (Saddle Up #2)

I was so ready for Daddy Lorenzo to bury himself deep in me, I’d been ready since that first kiss, but now it was happening.

His touch traveled the length of my body with an electricity that had my body clenching and tensing.

I was so hard with my cock stuffed inside the tight briefs, and he unleashed it.

My cock thwacked back on my stomach, and he wasted no time in tracing the length of it with his tongue, making full eye contact with me as he did.

“That’s a lot of precum,” he said as his tongue rubbed under my tip, producing more of the translucent liquid. He lapped it up and swallowed. “Tastes delicious. I don’t think you filled an entire sheet of gold stars yet, so I’ll need to think of a small reward.”

In a recoil action, my stomach tensed, throwing my upright to a seated position.

“I’ve got a lot of sheets filled,” I told him.

“Like, so many in my bedroom, and I want a reward, a big one.” My eyes trying to dart to his cock that he was hiding against the bed.

“Please. I’m good. And I promise I’ll be even better if you give me a big reward. ”

Daddy sat upright and pressed a finger to my mouth, hushing me. “I know you’re good, and I know you’ll be good for me,” he said. “If I’m to be the one in a position of power right now, I want to tell you what’s going to happen.”

I nodded, submitting myself completely.

“Ok,” he said. “Good. You’ve got to do everything I say, or at least try to, and for every sticker you get, that’s one kiss. If you get ten, we can talk about my hands on your body, and a full sheet, well, I think a sleep over is in order, but we’ll have to think about how that would work.”

Continuing to nod and pant, I was already full of ideas. “And right now? Do I get a—another taste of that reward?”

Daddy kissed me, his tongue between my lips, opening my mouth wide for him. He laid me back down on the pillow as his body laid across me. Covering me in his warmth, his hairy chest like a soft slightly scratchy blanket across my bare torso.

He went back down my body again with kisses, and all the way back up, seeking out all the sensitive spots across my skin, like he knew me so well already, and yet this was the first time he’d touched me like this.

I tried not to wiggle around too much under him and embraced each of the slight brushes his facial hair had with my skin, even if it tickled and scratched.

“You like that?” he asked, his fingers playing with my nipples, gently pinching at them and squeezing.

“It’s nice, uh—” I let out before my stomach tensed suddenly. I’d never been more aroused before in my entire life, and I needed him to do something about it before I exploded. “I want you so bad.”

Daddy Lorenzo went back to my face and kissed my cheek, rubbing his nose against my nose, followed by a kiss on the lips. “I wanna make you promise me things before I give you what you want,” he whispered.

“Anything.” I knew I shouldn’t have said that and open the door to it, but I did.

“I reserve the right to keep your word until a later date,” he said.

I nodded, clearly under the effects of his dominant hypnotics.

“Whatever it is, I’ll be there with you,” he said, planting another peck on my lips. “I suppose I should see how flexible you are first.”

“Why?”

He was already peeled away on his knees between my legs, he parted them slightly and pushed my knees up to my chest, revealing my partly spread hole.

“Because I need to know if you’re flexible to ride me,” he said, pinning my legs against my chest with one hand and with his other, he gripped my ass cheek and squeezed, looking very satisfied. “Such a good boy, Jace.”

“I—I—I have condoms, but they’re—”

He shook his head. “I’ve got condoms,” he said.

“Oh. You’re prepared.”

He squeezed my other cheek with a full palm grip, shaking it in his hand. “For someone who doesn’t ride horses, you’ve got a nice ass. Do you do squats?”

“Well, I guess I do a lot of exercise around the ranch, well, everything but ride horses,” I said. “The only thing I want to ride is you .”

“Grab your legs, stay like that for me.” He gave a nod and jumped off the bed. His cock bouncing and the string of saliva I’d made on him now drooled down the side of his leg. I stared at it while he reached inside his bedside drawer and pulled out a packet of condoms. The packet open.

“Are they in date?” I asked.

He nodded. “I like to masturbate into them, less mess that way.”

“Oh.” A cold drip of relief mixed with the sweat rolled down my neck. “Kinda hot, I guess.”

“Except, I haven’t been able to masturbate for weeks,” he said, turning to me, his dick bobbing and going side to side, hitting his thighs and leaving that sweet precum drool on his skin. “Don’t worry, I won’t cum until after you do. Cum is Daddy’s reward for pleasing you first.”

If I wasn’t already laid on the bed, I would’ve spread myself naked and told him to take me. I suppose, I was already doing that though.

He rolled the condom over his cock and climbed back onto the bed. He positioned himself back between my legs, his cock at my hole, pressing lightly for a second. “I forgot to get a taste,” he said.

My toes curled and my arms were beginning to ache from holding them in place, and that all came to a stop when Daddy went down on me, his tongue licking my ass and working my balls.

I slowly placed my legs over his shoulders, almost putting his head in a lock between my thighs.

His tongue, his fingers, and the way he moaned right inside me, if I’d jerking my cock, I would’ve busted my load already.

This wasn’t how I imagined any of it happening, but now that it was, I made a note of every single and movement, from his placement on my hips where he his thumbs could grip and pull my cheeks apart, and the way he knew a simple stroke under my ribcage and nipples had my cock doing a throb bounce.

Slow and gentle, he pushed his cock inside me.

I’d neglected playing with my ass, mostly because I didn’t have any toys to do it with, and living far from people meant I didn’t see action all too much, so Lorenzo’s cock to my ass felt like the thickest I’d ever taken, a little pain there, but as soon as he was deep inside and laid across me, gently thrusting his hips I didn’t feel too much of it.

He cradled my torso in his arms and kissed at my neck, sucking on my skin, and I let him mark me.

I came after five minutes; it was the moment he pulled away and grabbed my cock like a joystick. I shot my load across my body, and he tried getting some on his, but the second spurt came out a lot weaker, dripping down my cock and his hand.

“I thought you could handle it,” he said on his knees, pulsing his hips with short thrusts inside me. He pulled his hand to his lips and licked the cum. “Maybe we should’ve gotten this out of the way whenI first arrived.”

I wished. I even thought we might’ve fucked after that kiss, but the universe wasn’t on our side. It needed me to pine for him, and maybe teach me a lesson about caring for horses, when the only horse I cared for, was the one in my guts.

Daddy continued to fuck me until filling the condom inside me with his cum. It had my cock rock solid until he pulled out. I half wondered if I’d cum again, but I was already covered in sweat and cum now, all I wanted now was a shower.

He laid right on top of me, like his hairy body was a towel, and I was being scrubbed clean. “We best get cleaned off,” he said, giving me a kiss. “Otherwise, people might think things.”

“The right things,” I giggled.

“And I—” he pulled away, screwed his lips together and nodded.

“What?”

“Left you a little mark. I didn’t mean to.”

My hand went to my neck. I’d felt him doing it. I shouldn’t have been so surprised. Although not quite as surprised when I saw it in the bathroom mirror. A nice purple blotch with the clear indentations of two front teeth marking my skin.

We didn’t have enough time to shower, so we used the washcloths and soap to wipe each other down. I took it as an opportunity to touch him all over, and he seemed to do the same, wiping me off as he went down my body, getting on his knees behind me and then biting at my ass.

“You’re gonna make me want to go again,” he whispered at my ass, and then gave my other cheek a little bite.

“I wish,” I mumbled. I knew we couldn’t because we would need to be back to check on the horses, and my sister was no doubt going to be searching for him soon enough.

In fact, this was going to be hard to keep hidden, especially when I wanted to spend more time like this—maybe not quite so on my back, or being detailed by his teeth, but within touching distance at the very least.

“Now, you’ve got to keep that promise,” he said. “Or risk me calling you a bad boy, and I think bad boys get punishments, don’t they?”

I glanced at him in the mirror as he stood up behind me, wrapping his hands around my waist and pushing himself up against my back, his hairy body and the heat from his cock attached to me. “I think I prefer funishments ,” I said, trying not to lose my breath. “But I’ll keep my promises, Daddy.”

He kissed my neck and called me a good boy again.

He was right. I wanted to go again, but there wasn’t the time.

My timing was never great, and this proved just as much.

Once we were dressed, we immediately headed out of his house together.

The ranch was fairly quiet, and with the way the guesthouse faced, nobody saw us.

It wasn’t unusual for the two of us to be caught together, and I fought the urge to grab his hand and hold it.

He didn’t, taking my hand in his and caressing his thumb across the back of mine.

“I didn’t think you wanted to be caught with me,” I said as we headed around the house toward the land behind the stables.

“I can change my mind, can’t I?” he asked. “But I would like to keep this a secret, not a bad secret, but something we don’t have to declare right away.”

I nodded. “Until we know what this is, and—”

“And until I get to know you, the real you.”

Gulping hard on the knot forming in my throat. He wanted to see my little side. He was trying to be more than surface level Daddy, he was trying. “Well, you’re slowly revealing me.”

“And you’re slowly unwrapping me,” he said, lifting my hand in his and kissing the back of it. “I’m probably like a hard candy, like a spicy mint type but on the inside, it’s got a gooey center.”

I giggled like a child at the word gooey . “I don’t know what I would be.”

“If I had to give you a candy, probably not even a candy. You’re probably a Funfetti cake.”

“Funfetti,” I laughed harder, and I would’ve been offended, but they were delicious. “I’m not a box cake mix, I make all my cakes and pastries by hand, no boxes included.”

“And they’re already delicious,” he said. “Maybe I should’ve led with that. You’re fluffy on the inside, sweet, colorful, and you taste incredible.”

“Then you—you—”

“Go on.”

I was boiling up, my cheeks blushing red. “You’re—”

“So many things you can say, Jace, pick one.”

“I agree, you’re a hard candy, but those red ones that taste like Fireball. Like, cinnamon, spicy sweet, and hard at first, but the more you suck, the—”

“The redder your mouth,” he laughed. “I do love Red Hots.”

“That’s what they’re called. I knew it.”

He pulled me in and wrapped me in his arms before kissing me.

We were in the open, and we were kissing.

And nobody saw us, not a single soul. It was freeing, even if a little bit scary to keep this secret, but also shout about the kiss from the rooftops.

Lorenzo’s shell had broken, and I was consumed by his soft, warm center.