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Release Blitz Reining Her in by by Dani Wyatt
THIS NOVELLA WAS ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED IN THE HOT FOR TEACHER ANTHOLOGY AS RIDING THROUGH.
I’d come to accept the predictable routine of my life until I saw her ass in those riding pants. Constance Montgomery…damn, with her legs spread on the leather of the saddle has my mouth watering and things inside me shift. Seems my program is about to change. All the years of indifference to any female form all come tumbling down. My hard rule to never get involved with a student is about to be broken. With her.
Reed Sawyer is at the top of his game. An elite equestrian trainer with looks to kill and he’s staring straight at me. Only, he’s not my trainer because my parents make all those decisions. I’m tired of being under my parent’s thumb. Maybe it’s time I pushed the envelope a little. And Reed Sawyer looks like just the right wall to start pushing on.
A naïve, sheltered girl. A brooding, perfectionist with years of pent up need. The sparks fly. The walls come down. Hot lessons are learned.
Author’s Note: A hot instructor, a riding crop and that old phrase about a guy being hung like a…Well you get the idea. Jump on for a ride that will have you reaching for a cool Mint Julip and a fresh pair of panties. It’s scorching hot, sweet and filthy romance with instant everything.
Reed Sawyer is at the top of his game. An elite equestrian trainer with looks to kill and he’s staring straight at me. Only, he’s not my trainer because my parents make all those decisions. I’m tired of being under my parent’s thumb. Maybe it’s time I pushed the envelope a little. And Reed Sawyer looks like just the right wall to start pushing on.
A naïve, sheltered girl. A brooding, perfectionist with years of pent up need. The sparks fly. The walls come down. Hot lessons are learned.
Author’s Note: A hot instructor, a riding crop and that old phrase about a guy being hung like a…Well you get the idea. Jump on for a ride that will have you reaching for a cool Mint Julip and a fresh pair of panties. It’s scorching hot, sweet and filthy romance with instant everything.
I’m supposed to be here to help her, but I can’t help what happens next. She squeezed my fingers. A gentle tug was all it took.
My mouth nearly crushes hers as I take our first kiss.
Her lips taste innocent as they open, my tongue lighting up with the first flavor of her. Something rumbles out of me like a pained groan, because it hurts. This kind of intensity hurts in a spectacular way.
Her tongue answers me with its movement, her own sweet, tiny sounds that make my dick shatter the ceiling of the space available in my pants. He’s curling in half as he grows, and I hope she doesn’t notice.
If I had my way, I’d hear that tiny moan every second of every day for the rest of my life. It’s more than beautiful; it calls to me.
Her lips taste innocent as they open, my tongue lighting up with the first flavor of her. Something rumbles out of me like a pained groan, because it hurts. This kind of intensity hurts in a spectacular way.
Her tongue answers me with its movement, her own sweet, tiny sounds that make my dick shatter the ceiling of the space available in my pants. He’s curling in half as he grows, and I hope she doesn’t notice.
If I had my way, I’d hear that tiny moan every second of every day for the rest of my life. It’s more than beautiful; it calls to me.
It’s lips and soft moans and the soft click of teeth meeting teeth before I break away, my hand grasping possessively around the side of her face. My thumb rasping back and forth in an attempt to feel as much of her soft skin as it can. My fingertips digging harder than they should into the back of her neck, bringing my forehead to rest on hers.
“I’m sorry.” My face is flushed, I’m shaking. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
My head is throbbing, along with my balls. They are tight against my body and something inside me is born. Something that wants her in a way that frightens me. An obsession explodes and I’m not sure I can tame it enough to keep from hurting her. I want my cum dripping from her; I want to feel her flesh to flesh from the inside. I need her vulnerable, available, spread for me to enjoy and make filthy with me. Never before has a woman ignited this kind of lust, these kinds of thoughts, and frankly I’m scared shitless.
“I’m not sorry,” she murmurs as I desperately try to regain control of the animal she’s created in me.
“I’m sorry.” My face is flushed, I’m shaking. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
My head is throbbing, along with my balls. They are tight against my body and something inside me is born. Something that wants her in a way that frightens me. An obsession explodes and I’m not sure I can tame it enough to keep from hurting her. I want my cum dripping from her; I want to feel her flesh to flesh from the inside. I need her vulnerable, available, spread for me to enjoy and make filthy with me. Never before has a woman ignited this kind of lust, these kinds of thoughts, and frankly I’m scared shitless.
“I’m not sorry,” she murmurs as I desperately try to regain control of the animal she’s created in me.
The air in the room seems to disappear. My lungs ache but inside my head, I think, who needs oxygen? I have only one need and she is the only way to satiate that need.
The idea that this innocent beauty and I are sharing similar thoughts is enough to make me nearly cum in my pants. Drops of liquid are already soaking through the fabric below my waist, and I think I would need another ten layers to hide her effect on me.
The sight of her cheeks rising pink, the way her nipples greet my gaze from under the faded hospital gown, make me want to tear the offending fabric into shreds and have her never be clothed around me again. Who is this dominant beast? I’m the ever reserved, commanding, cool leader. Always in control.
Not now. If I had my way, I’d slam the furniture against the door of this room and take her right here. A single word thrums in my head. It won’t stop as much as I try to push it away.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The idea that this innocent beauty and I are sharing similar thoughts is enough to make me nearly cum in my pants. Drops of liquid are already soaking through the fabric below my waist, and I think I would need another ten layers to hide her effect on me.
The sight of her cheeks rising pink, the way her nipples greet my gaze from under the faded hospital gown, make me want to tear the offending fabric into shreds and have her never be clothed around me again. Who is this dominant beast? I’m the ever reserved, commanding, cool leader. Always in control.
Not now. If I had my way, I’d slam the furniture against the door of this room and take her right here. A single word thrums in my head. It won’t stop as much as I try to push it away.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
I fight the urge to crawl on top of her and make her filthy in ways I never imagined before her. But with the taste of her lips, thoughts of my cum inside her are fighting with the civilized parts of me to maintain some control.
I imagine slicing my tongue between her dripping cunt lips for the first time. It’s one of many things I’ve never done before. My words growling into her body, saying every filthy word I can think of as I breathe her in and swallow her flavor.
I imagine the subtle differences in the texture of her skin on my tongue, the ripples and folds, the hard nub where I want to draw her between my lips and consume the very essence of her. I want to make love to her with my mouth for hours.
I imagine slicing my tongue between her dripping cunt lips for the first time. It’s one of many things I’ve never done before. My words growling into her body, saying every filthy word I can think of as I breathe her in and swallow her flavor.
I imagine the subtle differences in the texture of her skin on my tongue, the ripples and folds, the hard nub where I want to draw her between my lips and consume the very essence of her. I want to make love to her with my mouth for hours.
Dani Wyatt loves her alpha men; make them military, cowboys, MMA -- any uber alpha with a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Receive a free exclusive unpublished title when you join Dani's private readers group for updates, free chapters and discounts.
She's a 40 something regular lady who just happens to love badass alpha males who pull your hair and love their women with a lethal passion.
When she's not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can't have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.
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