Belly Riding Story Novels & Stories

I suddenly demanded, sitting up and pulling her onto my lap in one swift motion. Sally's legs wrapped around my waist instinctively as I lifted her up and brought her back down onto my engorged member. "Ride me." I grunted, gripping her hips tightly. "What… do I do?" She signed, looking down at where our bodies joined uncertainly. "You know that I've never ridden on a cock before." I smirked, my hands sliding up her sides. "Just bounce on my cock, baby. Up and down." I demonstrated with a sharp upward thrust. "And let me help you with this."

Before I could even turn, he slid his head between my legs and tried to nudge his way through. "Cerberus!" I gasped in shock, lifting one of my legs as I tried to get out of the embarrassing position. His neck was pressed tight against my crotch as gravity forced me down. The force that came from under my core tickled me somewhere in my stomach as it tipped me off balance. Noticing that I was falling even before I did, Cerberus suddenly rose his head and I flew up in mid-air before I landed on his furry back. I groveled on his back with my hands on his shoulder blades naturally. After all, it wasn't my first rodeo riding a wolf.

I’d also never gutted a fish before and as eager as I was to learn, but it, unfortunately, ruined my appetite. The next day the ride was quite smooth, I felt like there was great progress made with the speed we had traveled - and since we were getting closer to another village I became almost excited at what new things I’d discover. I made sure to keep the journal up to date, since I couldn’t be sure when I’d need to refer back to information. Bella taught me how to sew patterns into a satchel bag during the ride, and even though I had injured myself with the blunt needle a few times, I was genuinely proud of myself at the not-very-pretty flowers I created. Everyone thought it was pretty fun

I lay on my back and pulled him on top of me. “Ride me,” I told him. Jonathan straddled my hips, lined up my cock, and slowly sank down onto it. We both groaned as I filled him again. He started moving, bouncing up and down on my cock. I grabbed his hips and helped him, slamming him down harder each time. His cock was leaking all over my stomach as he rode me.

The red cap soon turning into dust in the foreign realm. Taking his sword, I blended into the shadows, leaving the alley behind. * Two days have passed after the fight and I finally reached the remote beach on the outskirts of New York City. A lonely black horse was gazing into the horizon. Upon sensing my presence, he trotted happily toward me. “Long time no see buddy,” I whispered the words when he snuggled into my shoulder. “Take us home.” I sigh, climbing onto his back and holding tight. Picking up speed toward the water he gradually lifted us in the air. Galloping now through the thick haze just above the dark waters.

I cried out, wrapping my legs around him. He fucked me hard in missionary, then flipped me onto all fours, pounding me from behind while gripping my hips. The yacht rocked violently with the storm, but he never stopped. He pulled me on top of him next, making me ride his cock while he thrust up into me. “Ride me, Bella,” he growled, slapping my ass. “Take every inch like the desperate little model you are.” I rode him desperately, my breasts bouncing as I chased another orgasm. He suddenly flipped me onto my back again, hooking my legs over his shoulders and driving even deeper.

I raised my leg up in attempt to gulp down his dick but he stipped me mid way. “Nope, you are a good rider. I want to do the style that is your weakness.” “And what style would that be?” “Doggy.” My face froze and all the emotions was drained from it. I was told that my womb was a little bit lowered in my pelvic regiin while growing up so anytime i had doggy, it would penetrate me deeply. I knew letting him hit me from the back was dangerous and i would easily come so i made another suggestion. “How about we add a little spice and make it Collapsed doggy?”

"Get in then and let's go." As I took my seat, he bent over and pulled on the belt and locked it up at my side. He smell so damn good I feel like biting his neck. No I am not marking him, this is is not a werewolf story. It is just my weakness when the guy smells good.

Iris By the time we return to the ranch house, my legs feel like jelly. I never realized horseback riding would use so many muscles that I didn’t even know I had. Arthur and Miles, of course, seem completely unaffected, which is annoying but also very unsurprising. “Did you see how fast Thunder went, Mommy?” Miles chatters as Arthur helps him down from the horse. “We were flying!” “You most certainly were not flying,” I reply, grimacing slightly as I slide off of Buttercup’s back with the ranch hand’s assistance. My thighs scream in protest as my feet make contact with the floor. “And I’m very glad about that.”

“Dante Virelli. Heir to the Virelli syndicate. Dangerous. Uncivilized. Stay away.” Gabrielle raised an eyebrow. “Sounds familiar.” A few days later, Gabrielle wandered into the stables behind the townhouse. She needed air. She needed horses. She needed something real. She found a stable boy—barely fifteen—being shoved by two men in tailored coats. They accused him of theft, their voices low and cruel. Gabrielle stepped forward. “Leave him alone.” One of the men turned. “This doesn’t concern you.” “It does now.”