Thigh Riding Novels & Stories

I bit my lip and nodded. I started riding him again, slower this time but deeper, grinding my hips in circles while facing him. The Chair Rider position let me control everything. His hands gripped my ass under my short skirt as I bounced on his thick cock. The music pulsed around us, masking my soft moans. He leaned forward, sucking on my nipples again, biting gently while I rode him harder. It felt dirty. Dangerous. Addictive. I came first, clenching around him so tightly that my vision blurred. Ethan groaned and thrust up into me, filling me with a second load of cum.

“Ride it.” I started moving, rolling my hips in slow circles first, feeling his cock stir inside me, stretching my walls. Then I lifted and dropped, bouncing on his lap. The wet slap of my ass meeting his thighs filled the stall. He was so deep like this—every downward thrust ground the head of his cock right against that sensitive spot. My own dick bounced between us, leaking steadily onto his shirt.

The shift left me breathless with anticipation as I lowered myself onto his thick cock once more, feeling the stretch in this familiar yet still overwhelming angle. I began riding him with steady movements, rocking my hips while my hands rested on his thighs for balance. Pleasure radiated deeply from the penetration, making my thighs tremble with effort and sensation. His groans behind me encouraged me to move faster, filling me with a sense of power and connection.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting every thrust. “Ride me,” he whispered, flipping us over. I straddled him, sinking down onto his hard length with a gasp. I set the pace, rolling my hips in a slow, circular motion that made him curse softly, his hands gripping my thighs. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, and moved faster, riding him hard, taking my pleasure from him, watching the ecstasy break across his face.

I sat down at the edge of the bed while letting my thoughts wander off. Imagining Kim as my partner, I placed my leg tightly over the other so that the back part of my thigh and the anterior muscle of the other thigh would both press my labia. Pushing my dangling ankle against my lower leg and anchoring one of my hands on the bed, I began to squeeze my clit using the forces of my thighs' contracting muscles.

​Thud. ​The sound of his hips hitting mine was a wet, heavy smack. I grabbed his hair, my knuckles white, trying to stay silent as he hit my sweet spot over and over again. I was a mess, my pussy twitching and clenching around him, leaking heat all over his thighs. ​"Yeah, Jax!" Kaelen called out, his voice impossibly steady even as he started to grind his hips in a slow, punishing circle. "Just looking for the damn chips. Ria must’ve hidden them."

He gripped my thigh while I braced my hands against the table. In that position, he began thumping me with rapid thrusts, and I moaned loudly. My head hung low, and I could clearly see him hammering away at me from behind. My eyes rolled back as he gave three powerful lunges before speeding up again. Even though my hands were trembling, the pleasurable sensation flowing through my body was overwhelming. Every thrust brought intense tingles to my center. My whole body shook with his movements, and I could hear the rhythmic slapping of our skin.

She rose back up slowly and took a step towards me so she was now standing inbetween my legs, She squated down so she was now on her knees and ran her hands up and down my thighs teasing me. With a smirk slapped across her face she straddled me, her feet on each side of my thighs and she ran both her hands through my hair "Ride my thigh" I commanded and she didn't waste a second longer whilst she sat on my thigh already creating a wet spot on my slacks. "Fuck, your cunt is dripping baby" I growled and she started to roll her hips back and forth fucking my thigh, she propped her hands against my chest for support making the blood rush to my cock.

"My cóck is loving your hot, tight cúnt." She rode him until Nolan realized that she was tiring. It was not lost on Vaughn, who reached down and took her thighs in hand. He easily lifted her a few inches above his pelvis. Then he used his huge thighs to take over the thrusting. Starting slowly at first, the speed intensified until he was slamming into her ferociously.

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.”