Hunted(52)

“Please,” she begged, muscles trembling in need.

Sweat dripped down his neck, made his shoulders slick. A faint tremble shook in his shoulders too. He’d finally had enough. Even the strongest man could only have so much self-control.

“Want to take you now,” he said, his face buried her neck.

His hands ran across her body, plumping her breast, squeezing her inner thighs open. She wrapped her legs around his until they were entwined.

A kiss, then he looked down into her eyes. They were locked in intimacy. He lined the head of his manhood at her center and nudged. Her wet flesh gave, surrounding him as he sunk in.

Inch by agonizing inch, he pushed inside. Like the sword to the sheath. A soft cry tore from her throat. It felt so good, she couldn’t contain the cries from escaping.

That sound snapped Ryon’s last thread of control.

Staring into her eyes, sweating dripping down his temple, he caught her chin in his hand. Lips parted, breaths chaotic. “Pen, I love you.”

She never had a chance to say it back. With a grunt, he pressed in deep. Eyes locked, he filled her, slow but sure. Stretching her with his girth. Letting her walls suck on him with natural tightness, the dampness easing his way while creating sparks of pleasure the deeper he plunged.

“Ryon,” she moaned.

Ryon buried himself in her body. She held on for dear life. His size was incredible, filling and stretching her, touching places deep inside her that had never been touched. They both trembled, gasping for air on the precipice of overwhelming passions.

He withdrew slowly, taking his time before shoving deep to the hilt.

“God…damn…” he gasped in disbelief.

“I—ah—agree,” she panted back as he filled her full again.

And again.

He covered her body, shoulders pressed hard to the ground on either side of her head. His hips worked them into a frenzy, building layers of tense pressure that must be released.

She wouldn’t last much longer. The sensations pumping through her blood were too intense to bear. Each time he butted his cock inside her, he touched millions of sensitive nerves that had been needing him there doing this. She relished his touch, his pounding thrusts.

“Come one more time,” he gritted between clenched teeth.

Penelope slid her hand down her stomach to her mons. She found her bud, stiff with arousal. With the barest of pressure, she grazed her bud. Muscles bunched in her hips and stomach, chest lifting off the ground. It wouldn’t take much to come with him, she realized.

Her entire sex squeezed like a vice on Ryon’s cock as she grazed her bud with passing swipes. Ryon’s head dropped back, eyes rolling heavenward.

“Ah, fuck. Hurry, Pen. I won’t last long.”

The pace quickened. Turning rough and wild.

Ryon hammered into her with the hunger of a savage, scraping her sensitive nerve endings. Their lips mashed together and she fisted his hair to hold on as her body was worked to a fever pitch.

Her quim convulsed around him making him groan. His thrusts turned harder, more potent. She slid on the grass, rocking against him from the force of his movements. He hung suspended near the edge of glory, so close. She could feel the tension in his body at holding off for her.

Fortunately, he did not have to wait much longer.

His hands touched her hair, sliding in deep to hold her as he thrust and took and gave, his heavy breaths panting in her ear. She rubbed herself one final time—that was all she needed.

Her body exploded. Blinding, erotic pulses swept through her from head to toe. Cries tore from her throat, following his grunts as he plunged his cock faster. Guided by her twitching sheathe muscles, her climax milked him, aching for his release.

“R-Ryon,” she panted.

Ryon slammed his mouth down on hers and pushed his big cock as deep as he could inside her. His balls slapped against her bottom and then—as her climax finished pulsing through her—he jetted his thick, hot release inside her.

Grunting, he thrust mindlessly, her body drawing out every little spurt of cum from him. He filled her full with his seed, sowing the fruition of their lovemaking.

It took long minutes before they came to their senses. Soft kisses were shared as they caught their breaths. Penelope giggled and couldn’t seem to stop. Ryon kissed her again as he extracted himself from her and began pulling his clothes back on.

“That was wonderful!” she gushed dreamily.

His cock, still semi-erect hanging from his hips, made her lick her lips. She wanted to suck on it, to play with it until it jumped in her hand with the urge to come.

“Of course it was,” he said. “Because you’re wonderful.”

She melted, actually awing, before he kissed her again.