Hunted: A Claiming Novella (The Claiming) (20 page)

The tight peak bobbed against his tongue
and Penelope arched against him, moaning, “Ryon,” as her hands threaded through
his thick dark hair. Aching, yearning, wishing for more.

“I love hearing you moan my name like
that. I could get used to it.”

“Oh, please, would you touch me
proper
.
I need it so bad!” She was about to fly out of the seat of her dress unless he
eased her. A tight knot of hunger overtook her. Her skin felt stretched too
tight, quim wet and throbbing to be filled.

“Touch you proper, eh.” He moved like an
animal attacking. Only it was his lips wrapping around her nipple and suckling.

“
Aaa
—
yeee
!” she cried out. Her back
arched clear off the ground. Searing, stimulating vibrations trembled
powerfully through her body.

Ryon growled like an animal, his fingers
molding her breast in a brutal grip. His tongue flicked, lips suctioned as he
worked her.

The sensations were too intense, yet she
didn’t want it to end. She walked the tightrope between eroticism and
discomfort.

His hand slid down her belly, dipping
with a whisper over her mons. Slowly, he rucked up her dress.

“Yes, yes,” she chanted.

He moved to her other breast to lave it
with the same attention, leaving her wet nipple exposed to the air. Another
shiver racked over and she bucked against him.

“Patience,” he whispered against her
breast.

Patience? How in the world he had this
much patience already, she found incredible.

Deciding to even the odds, Penelope ran
her hand down Ryon’s chest to cup his manhood. His cock throbbed in her palm.

Ryon pulled away, tossing his head back
on a hiss. “Ah…damn.”

That’s right.

Feeling thoroughly wicked now, Penelope
unlaced his trousers to free him. Long and thick and heavy, it bounced from his
groin. Her mouth salivated as she wrapped her fingers around his girth. A dark
thatch of hair surrounded him, and tucked up beneath his shaft was a tight sac
of seed. He looked about ready to spill. Only a few strokes away from
exploding. She had to physically control her salivating.

“I want this in me.”

She stroked him. His flesh hot to the
touch, skin soft as silk. Creamy wetness covered the swollen tip of him and she
licked her lips at the sight of it.

“Let me…” she began to say, leaning to
move down his body.

He caught her with a quick denial and
pressed her back onto the ground, kissing her hard.

 Their teeth clashed, tongues
locked in battle.

Partway on top of her now, she spread
her legs wide and he finished rucking her dress to her waist. Sitting on his
knees between her legs, he stared down at her sex, with his trousers shoved
down his muscular thighs.

He stared at her quim, covered in white
lace with a golden patch of hair. He rubbed his thumb over her panties, wetness
coating his finger. His teeth gnawed on his bottom lip; beads of sweat had
formed at his forehead. His breathing grew deeper too. Heavier. This excited
him, which only ramped her passions higher.

Suddenly he bared his teeth, anger
flashing in his eyes, and he yanked her panties down with brute strength.
Material snapped, tore. Ripped, he threw the panties away, forgotten. Her
exposed quim lay in wait for him. He licked his lips looking at her, then ran
his thumb gently across her wet folds.

From bud to center, he stroked more and
more. Pressing deeper, harder.

“A little wet,” he said, his voice no
more than a rasp.

All she could do was nod in agreement.

“God, I want to taste you.”

Her heart skipped a beat as he spread
her knees wide and pushed her thighs open as he gazed her.

“Pink and ripe…the best kind of quim
to—” he stopped himself from finishing the statement, grinning.

Penelope gave him a lopsided grin
understanding full well what he meant.

His head lowered and he buried his
tongue in her folds. Licking and tasting, fingers stroked teasingly outside of
her body, daring to dip the barest of inches inside her. To tease her with what
could be. Or, with what
would
be, she corrected.

She didn’t expect it. The pleasure had
already been so intense, her sex dripping for him. He smeared her arousal
around, licking her up before settling in on her bud. Stiff, it waited for him,
and he worked it with stabbing focus, quick magical flicks that bowed her back
off the dirt and buried her most precious part against his face.

She grabbed onto his shoulders, the
material of his shirt bunching in her clammy fists. She writhed against his
twirling tongue, against his face—aching to find the release pent up inside
her. He nuzzled her heated flesh, fingers teasing her entrance when she wished
they’d slam inside her.

Breaths grew erratic. He made an ardent
growl against her and that was it.

Shivering in chaotic spasms, she came
apart by the seams.

Back bowing, she burst in waves coming
from deep within the pit of her stomach and radiating outward. He groaned
against her bud, working her flesh faster to prolong the sensations.

Vision blackened. Only pleasure consumed
her. Enveloped her.

His fingers gently speared inside her
wet sheathe, her sex muscles milking his fingers as she quivered in the
vestiges of climax. The pleasure gently swept away like a receding wave from
the shoreline. Ryon pulled back from her licking his lips.

Boneless
,yet
unfulfilled. That’s how she felt.

Unable to take the sight of her juices
on his lips, she pulled herself up by his hair and kissed it all away. Her
flavor mixed with his masculine taste created a delicious, wicked flavor she’d
never forget.

He yanked himself away, frustration and
hunger guiding his movements. He whipped off his shirt. She lifted up to help
him as much as possible, but his cock caught her attention and once again she
fisted him.

Pump, pump.

His stomach muscles twitched and flexed
as he fought for control.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Shouldn’t
do that, love.”

“Why’s that?”

She had a feeling she knew the answer.

Pump, squeeze, stroke.

He shuddered before pulling her hand
away. “Or I’m going to come on you and not
in
you. As your husband, I
demand our first time be
inside
my wife’s body.”

Fire sparkled in her eyes. Just when she
thought he couldn’t possibly make her hotter—he did.

“Please do.”

It was the only thing she could think to
say.

Apparently it spoke to him, because he
finished divesting of his clothes, then climbed back atop her, his weight
deliciously heavy. His warm chest flattening her breasts. She felt suffocated
with his strength and loved every second of it.

His lips found hers again. Slow and
gentle, the pace easing to slow lapping movements. Gentle moans floated around
them, the air filled with the scent of sex. She gripped the solid muscles of
his back, wanting him to know with every touch, every kiss how much she loved
him.

His hips moved between her thighs. His
cock fell atop her sex and he pumped his hips, her wetness making him glide
easily across her quim.

The way he bumped her tight bundle of
nerves made her breath catch. More than that, inside, an ache formed in the pit
of her. An ache that panged with each mimicked thrust he performed. It wanted
him. It needed him to perform this very same task, but
inside
her body.
She
wanted her husband.

“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.

“Get your dress on. I need to take you
home so we can do this again.”

Her eyes lit up. “Again?”

He smiled that devastating grin that lit
up his whole face and crinkled the corner of his eyes. “Yes,
again
and
again
.”