Mastering Kyla (Stone Cellar Erotica) by Aubrey Stone Read Free Book Online Page B

building.
    “Don’t make a sound,” he commanded.
    Kyla bit her lip, wincing with the effort of keeping silent. The sound of their fucking—the wet pull of her channel around his cock, his balls slapping her ass with each thrust, the solid pounding of her back against the wall—only heightened the eroticism of the moment. It was fast but intense, and added to Kyla’s already aroused state, it didn’t take long for her orgasm to claim her. He could feel her core clamp down on his cock, but he wasn’t done with her.
     
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    Kyla felt the orgasm wash through her, riding the crest until it shattered through her body. And all the while, she remained silent.
    Jackson withdrew and Kyla slumped, sated. But Jackson had other plans for her. He took her by the arm and walked her to the wooden-beam fence. He bent her over the top beam. She knew better than to question him, now that he was Sir.
    He lifted her skirt up and positioned himself behind her, slamming into her pussy again. He rode her hard, gripping the post on either side of her for better traction, fucking her with such power the whole fence shook.
    Kyla bore it in silence until she felt the second climax roaring toward her like a freight train. “Sir,” she panted.
    “Are you using your safe word?”
    “No, sir.”
    “Then don’t speak unless I tell you to.” Jackson reached forward and grabbed a hold of her braid, gripping it so tightly he had full control of her head. He pulled back, forcing her to jut her breasts out as she arched her back. “This is nice. Like reins, Kyla. Every time you braid your hair, I’m going to fuck you like a stallion fucks his mare. Do you like this, Kyla? Answer me.”
    “Yes, sir.” Her voice was hoarse with effort. Jackson reached around and cupped one of her breasts roughly. It was the last straw. Her second climax roared through her and Kyla felt like she would fly apart. She fought to keep from screaming her ecstasy into the night, forgetting for the moment the wedding, full of guests, just one hundred feet away. The only thing keeping her silent was her desire to please Jackson.
    Red and gold stars seemed to explode behind her eyes as she rode the waves of her orgasm for what seemed like minutes. When the climax finally subsided, Kyla waited for Jackson to come. Instead, Jackson caught her hands and pinned her wrists together against the small of her back.
    “We’re not done, my little filly.” Jackson tightened his grip on her hair and pushed her head forward, holding her down over the railing while his other hand kept her wrists pinned. “I want to feel you gallop one more time.”
    He set to work again, pumping into her with a steady, driving rhythm. Kyla’s core ached with the combined effort of multiple orgasms, but her body could not ignore Jackson’s command. As he worked himself in and out of her with long, strong strokes, she felt another burning swell of sensation kindling in her core. It threatened to be the biggest orgasm yet, and Kyla shivered under Jackson’s hands.
    “Oh. Oh, sir...”
    “Kyla,” Jackson growled.
    But Kyla was too far gone to heed his warning. A tsunami of sensation crushed her reason and she opened her mouth to scream. Jackson, anticipating her, released her wrists and clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling her sobs of ecstasy. When he didn’t seem to be slowing down, Kyla started bucking against him, unable to take another orgasm. Jackson kept his hand over her mouth and pinned her hips down under his own, driving deep into her and finally, finally shuddering his own climax into her soft folds.
    Kyla was shaking so badly after the crushing force of this last orgasm that she couldn’t support her own weight. Jackson withdrew from her and Kyla hung over the wooden-beam like a rag doll with its stuffing pulled out.
    Jackson quickly tucked himself away and straightened his clothes. Then he took his handkerchief and wiped away the flood of Kyla’s juices from between her