Riding the Wild

Chapter 1: The Unlikely Mount

I leaned against the kitchen counter, a sly grin spreading across my face as I watched Isabell, my fierce and fiery girlfriend, eye our Saint Bernard, Brutus, with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. At 29, Isabell was a force of nature—170cm of pure, unapologetic confidence, her toned 65kg frame a testament to her strength. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and those sharp green eyes could cut through any bullshit I tried to pull.

'So, let me get this straight,' she said, crossing her arms, her voice dripping with that signature wit that always got me going. 'You saw some random chick on the internet riding a dog like a damn pony, and now you’re obsessed with me doing it? Are you serious, Jake?'

I chuckled, pushing off the counter to close the distance between us. 'Dead serious, babe. Think about it. You, perched on Brutus, looking like a goddamn queen. It’s hot as hell. I can’t get the image out of my head.'

She arched a brow, her lips twitching into a smirk. 'Hot, huh? You’re such a weirdo. What’s next, you gonna ask me to ride a horse bareback in the middle of Times Square?'

'Only if it gets you as worked up as I am right now,' I shot back, my voice low, teasing. I could see the spark in her eyes, the way she thrived on pushing boundaries just as much as I did. 'Come on, Isabell. Humor me. Let’s see if Brutus can handle a badass like you.'

She rolled her eyes but stepped closer to Brutus, who was lounging on the floor, all 80kg of furry laziness. 'Alright, big guy,' she muttered, patting his massive head. 'Don’t make me regret this.'

The first attempt was a disaster. As soon as Isabell straddled his back, Brutus just plopped down with a dramatic huff, like he was carrying the weight of the world. She burst out laughing, sliding off him with a thud. 'Well, that was anticlimactic. Guess your fantasy’s gonna have to wait, perv.'

'Patience, woman,' I said, grinning. 'We’ll get there. Brutus just needs to know who’s boss.'

Over the next few days, we worked on it—Isabell’s determination kicking in full force. She wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, and I loved watching her take control. By day three, Brutus finally stood with her full weight on him, his back arched beautifully under her. The sight was mesmerizing—her powerful thighs gripping his sides, her posture commanding. I couldn’t look away.

'Look at you,' I murmured, stepping closer as she sat atop him, her chest rising and falling with a triumphant breath. 'You’re a fucking vision, Isabell. I’m getting hard just watching this.'

She smirked down at me, her voice husky. 'Oh, I can see that. You’re practically drooling. What’s next, huh? You wanna see me ride him around the house while you jerk off in the corner?'

'Don’t tempt me,' I growled, my hands itching to grab her. 'But yeah, let’s get him moving. I want to see you dominate this beast.'

Her laugh was sharp, cutting through the tension in the air. 'Fine. But after this, you owe me. And I’m not talking about dinner, Jake. I’m talking about you on your knees, making me drip with that filthy mouth of yours.'

My cock twitched at her words, the promise of her wet, horny demands driving me wild. I could already imagine her panting, sweating, as I buried myself between her thighs, tasting every inch of her. 'Deal,' I said, my voice rough with need. 'Now ride him, babe. Show me what you’ve got.'

She gave me a wicked look, her eyes blazing with challenge, and nudged Brutus forward. The dog took a tentative step, then another, and I knew this was just the beginning of something explosive.