Free Shaken (Colorado Bold Book 1) by Maggie McCullough Page B

boots and socks. She flashed back to the first time she’d seen him in jeans and nothing else. He was as mouth-watering now as he’d been then.
    Evan walked around her bed, his hands caressing the rounded tops of the low posts of her footboard. “Nice. I like these. They look good and sturdy.” His expression was deadpan as he pulled two dark items from his pocket. “I brought scarves.”
    Anne trembled as he bound one scarf around her wrists and then bound them to one of the posts on the footboard. The other scarf was tied around her head as a blindfold.
    “Clasp the post, baby. You’ll need to brace yourself.”
    Anne did as he instructed. Evan pulled her hips back, urged her to step back from the post so that she was leaning forward.
    He copped a feel of her loose breasts under her tee and teased each nipple to a taut, rigid point. Evan peeled her pajama bottoms over her hips to pool at her ankles. She stepped out of them when Evan urged her feet apart.
    “You remind me of a spirited filly I used to have.” Evan caressed her back, and his hands wandered over her hips.
    Goosebumps broke out all over her. Her nipples tingled.
    “She’d snort and stamp her feet, kick out viciously when my stallion came near. It was a different story, however, when she came into season.”
    His voice soothed and lulled her into an erotic trance.
    “She’d stand, much as you are standing right now, back legs spread apart, tail up, her sex winking, signaling her willingness to accept my stallion.”
    Evan moved one hand to her pussy as he spoke. He separated her labia and stroked between the slick folds. Anne moaned and arched into his hand. Her hips twitched.
    “The scent of her readiness reached my stallion. To my surprise, he seemed to sense she was nervous and did not mount right away.”
    Evan removed his hand from her wet clutch and continued caressing her spine and hips. Then he moved back to her breasts.
    “He snorted and licked her shoulder, her ribs, and her flank. Not just one side; he walked around and did the same on the other side.”
    Evan walked back around to Anne’s right side, still continuing to touch and tweak.
    “I was amazed at the equine version of foreplay. Meanwhile, you could see her becoming more receptive.”
    Evan’s hands were at her bottom again, stroking her into a heated agitation. He walked to her head and held a hand under her nose.
    “I imagine her scent was similar to yours.”
    Anne inhaled her own essence. It was earthy, musky, arousing. Her pussy clenched and released.
    “Finally, it was time to mount her.”
    Anne fidgeted impatiently while he removed his jeans.
    He stepped between her legs. His cock nudged at her slick opening.
    She bucked back at him, desperate for his impalement. Evan entered her, slow and steady, and then stopped. His testicles were snug against her moist heat.
    His breathing was ragged as he fought for control.
    “She stood there trembling and shaking as you are now.”
    He fondled her bare bottom with one hand while the other lay with fingers splayed between her navel and her mound.
    Her naked belly shivered and shuddered with carnal yearning; her breasts hung swollen and aching, nipples extended and begging for attention.
    She did the only thing she could; she used her slick, velvety walls to ripple and contract around his cock, to suction him in, to entice him to plunge into her depths.
    “Fortunately, I have more stamina. It will not be over in one or two thrusts for you.”
    He pulled out and entered oh-so-slowly again. Anne whimpered; her arousal bathed his cock with fluid and velvety convulsions.
    “You do not need to fear this compulsion between us. I get off on having you willing and submissive, trembling with desire, craving my touch.”
    Evan withdrew and penetrated her once more, as slow as before.
    “I want your surrender and capitulation, acceptance of the pleasure only I give you.”
    Evan’s husky declarations stoked the carnal fires burning