Hunted(9)

“You’ve dreamt of it?”

He paused, then, “More times than I can count.”

She squirmed and pressed her thighs together which in turn applied more pressure to her sex. Who knew the general could surprise her with such wicked thoughts. “And did I suck your cock in these dreams?”

He looked like he might smile. “Sometimes. Other times I was eating your quim or fucking it.”

Her quim twitched with arousal. Penelope ran her hand down the length of his shaft, grazing it over the prickly material of his trousers. With a single finger she stroked him to test his girth and strength. Quite viral and unyieldingly stiff. She licked her lips but didn’t admit that she’d had dreams too. Fantasies, all of which involved Ryon Ward, her general, and them naked.

“And how do you fuck me in these dreams?” she asked softly. Her touches were growing bolder.

He struggled to keep his breaths normal. “Every way imaginable. But each times ends up the same.”

“Curious,” she said. “I do wonder…how’s that?” Wetness leaked from his blunt cockhead, moistening his trousers. His cock must ache to be released from their confines.

“With you holding onto me, taking all my thrusts. Then I fill you with my seed.”

She couldn’t think of anything else to say. He’d stunned her stupid with his sensual imagery. His fantasy sounded deliciously appealing to her. Her arousal made her flush and her breasts ache with heaviness. The thought of having such a big male rutting above her until he finished made her insides gooey.

“Sounds…exciting.”

“Not as exciting as feeling your hand on me.” His head rolled back to expose a masculine expanse of neck. She wanted to kiss and nibble it while she stroked him. She wanted to suck on him until he spurted his seed all over her tits.

He must have caught her contemplative look. “What are you thinking about?”

She didn’t hesitate to tell him. In fact, she grew excited thinking about what his reaction might be. So she repeated her dirty thought to him in a rushed whisper. “Sucking your cock until you come on my tits.”

He cupped the back of her head, unnervingly pulling her toward him. “Please,” was all he said. A dark glint sparkled in his eyes.

It sounded like a dying man’s plea.

Penelope could only resist so much; even she had her breaking point. And apparently that point was seeing Ryon’s look of unadulterated pain across his face. She reached inside his trousers and found the hot rod of flesh waiting for her. She pulled him out to meet fresh air.

His cock was long and thick, the skin tight but soft. And so hot, he nearly singed her palm. Ridges and veins were vivid from unrepented arousal. She stroked him once with a loose-fingered grip. She preferred her seductions to move slowly, teasing ever more until she built him up to a fever pitch.

Poor Ryon looked like he’d been at a fever pitch for hours.

His hand came up to curl in her hair as his breaths quickened. His eyes were wide with surprise at her mouth so near to his cock, gazing at her with hunger and wonder. She darted out her tongue and licked gently around the spongy tip of him. His cock bobbed for more.

She opened her mouth to finally suck him deep and feel him down the back of her throat—when someone called her name.

“Penelope!”

Branches snapped and again the voice called out. “Where are you already? Penelope! Are you out here?”

Penelope stood in a rush. “My boss!” She’d completely forgotten. “I’m supposed to be working. I have a whole show planned for tonight. I have to get back to work!”

Ryon grabbed her elbow before she could dart away. He looked wild and irritated. It was incredibly sexy.

Knowing she was leaving him unfinished sent a thrill through her blood like electricity. Penelope fixed her top, then shimmied away with an apologetic smile. “I have to go.” A giggle escaped at his frustrated grimace.

“Now?” he growled. His jaw slid side to side.

She flashed one last look at his mighty cock before nodding. “I have to go. Truly! I’m sorry.”

And then she was gone, leaving Ryon at the pond with his cock locked and ready to blow.

Lord, he loved that woman.





Chapter 3





“State your business.”

“I’m here to see the king. Upon his request,” Ryon added. All this introductory business was mandatory but necessary. They both knew he had been summoned and why he was here.

The royal protocols were in place because of tradition and still they continued to use those outdated rules in their society. They each had to act the right part, say the right lines, even though Ryon and the king had been on a first-name basis for the better part of fifteen years.