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Chapter 10 by aurelian14 aurelian14

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Kevin gets a ride and maybe more

The mechanical bull's engine whined as Kevin climbed on behind Emily, his wedding band clicking against the saddle's metal rings. "For—uh—donations," he muttered to no one in particular, adjusting his stance as the operator smirked and cranked the dial past "BEGINNER." Emily felt the exact moment Kevin's resolve cracked—when the bull's first violent buck sent his hips slamming against her backside, his choked gasp hot against her nape.

His zipper snagged the sequined scrap of her skirt on the second buck, ripping it clean off. The crowd roared. Emily barely had time to register the sudden draft before the third jolt took the next step—it yanked Kevin's khakis down just enough for his cock to spring free, thick and flushed and already leaking against the small of her back.

The fourth buck was the cruelest. The bull lurched sideways, and Kevin's hands—meant to steady her—slipped from her waist to her hips as he lost balance. His body arched instinctively forward, pressing every inch of his bare erection along the cleft of her ass until the swollen tip caught at her entrance. Emily's breath hitched. It wasn't penetration, not quite, but the slick heat of him nudging against her most intimate place sent a lightning bolt of sensation straight to her core.

Kevin froze. "Jesus Christ—" His hips jerked back, but the bull chose that moment to buck upward, slamming him deeper into her than either intended. The blunt head of his cock pressed inside just enough to stretch—just enough to make Emily's nails dig into his thighs with a whimper that wasn't entirely pain.

The operator, bless his sadistic soul, chose that moment to hit the spin cycle. The bull rotated violently, centrifugal **** keeping Kevin sheathed in that devastating half-inch as Emily's body clenched around him. His groan vibrated through her shoulder blades, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave marks. "Emily, I can't—" His hips stuttered, the motion dragging his cockhead against sensitive inner walls she hadn't known could throb like this.

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