Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
He glanced at his manager, and it was enough. Mack rounded up the rest of his staff, and they were out of the stable in less than a minute.
When Rowland returned to his wife's side, he saw her whispering what seemed like sweet nothings into Princess' ears, and when she turned to face him, her eyes were swimming with tears.
"How did you know?"
"That you think of Princess as your baby?" Rowland teased.
"Well...she's actually your baby, and I'm just her nanny."
"Was," Rowland corrected his wife. "She was my baby, and you were her nanny. Then. But now, she's our baby." It was the cheesiest fucking line he had ever said in his entire life, but when he saw how the words had his wife looking at him once again with stars shining in her beautiful emerald eyes—-
Fuck.
That was literally what this gaze of hers made him want to do every damn time.
He wanted to fuck her then and there...and since it was only the two of them now—-
Why the hell not?
Emmy let out a startled laugh when her husband suddenly swooped her back up in his arms and walked out of Princess' stall. "Where are we going?"
"I thought you'd like to do some inspecting, see if everything's up to your standards..."
"But I'm not an expert—-"
"You're something better. You care about our babies, and that's what makes your opinion invaluable."
They entered one of the empty stalls while Rowland was still speaking, and Emmy's mind was already racing even before her feet touched the ground. The ranch in San Antonio mostly used pellets for bedding, but this particular stall had stacks of hay stored.
Rowland leaned against the doorway as his wife untied one of the stacks and started covering the flooring with hay. "How is it?"
"I need to add a couple more inches worth," his wife answered without looking up.
It took a couple more minutes before Emmy was fully satisfied with her work. The best kind of hay was the one that released the least amount of dust in the air when shaken, but she only conducted tests after making sure there were at least four inches of hay spread evenly on the floor.
"All good?"
She glanced at her husband over her shoulder, just in time to see a smirk slowly curving over his lips.
"Um, yeah..." Emmy felt like she was missing something as she watched her husband walk inside the stall. What was that smirk all about?
"Should we try it out then?"
"You mean, test—-" Her words ended with a gasp when Rowland suddenly had her bending from the waist down, and a shudder rocked her whole body the moment she heard him undoing his belt.
Was he really going to...
She heard him unzip his jeans next, and the sound eroded her ability to think. Every inch of her body started to burn and ache even as a maelstrom of emotions rippled through her heart. There was shock and fear, but also undeniable excitement and excruciating need.
Emmy had never imagined herself to be the kind of wife who would have sex in a horse stable, much less have herself fucked the way a stallion would mount his mare. But instead of running away, she remained still as he unclipped the shoulder straps of her jumpers—-
"What the fuck, sweetheart?" He was barely able to think as he was, but seeing Emerald unexpectedly bare under her jumpers had his control near breaking point. "No fucking panties?"
"You r-ripped them in your office..."
The breathless tone of her voice was the last fucking straw, no damn pun intended, and as soon as he heard it, Rowland was already reaching for her sweet, plump ass and driving his cock into her quivering little cunt with one deep, forceful thrust.
Emmy tried to keep from making any noise for once, but her husband would have none for it.
"I want you to cry out for me, wife." His hips slammed against hers with each word, and the air around them grew thicker with lust. "I want to hear how much you want me..."
His fingers found her clit at that moment, and his cock shoving so, so deep into her pussy that the force of his thrust had her falling forward until her palms were right against the hay.
"Rowland!"
She wasn't just crying his name out. She was panting it out, over and over, with the way he was pounding into her.
Rowland...Rowland...Rowland...
He truly was riding her the way a stallion would ride its mate, and as the slapping sounds of their sweating and straining bodies filled her ears, every inch of her body ached harder and harder—-
"Rowland..."
She gasped his name out one last time before pleasure consumed her in a tidal wave, the strength of her orgasm reducing her into a trembling mess. But he husband was far from done, his cock thrusting into her even harder and faster than before. By the time Rowland came inside of her with a growl, Emmy could only sob incoherently as a second round of orgasm pulsed through her body, and a mixture of his cum and hers flowed past the swollen folds of her pussy.