he wanted was to get her naked and take
her. She wasn’t just any woman; she was something special. And he needed to
claim her.
“Pen,” he groaned, his voice cracking.
Her hand cupped him fully, fingers
tracing the lines of him. As much as he hated it, he snatched her wrist.
“Stop.” A drop of sweat dripped down his temple.
“Why?” She looked wild and sexy and
beautiful.
He struggled to find reason. “Because I
have to go back to the party. I have a speech to give and—”
She squeezed the head of his cock and
his hips jerked forward. “Damn it, Pen. You have to let me go.” His arse
muscles clenched to stave off the impending release he craved.
Her words were muffled. “Do I?” she
asked coyly, dreamy. She touched him again but this time softer. After only a
few seconds of this new, gentle caress, he realized he still might erupt. He
grabbed her wrist again.
“No,” he gritted out.
Her eyes snapped open, challenging.
“No?” she repeated, louder.
Bloody hell.
His gut sank as he realized he might
have just made a big mistake.
Penelope slammed her hands into his
chest shoving him back. “What the fuck, Pen?” he cursed.
But then she dropped to her knees and
his mouth dropped. She watched him with sultry, fuck me eyes as she
slowly pulled open his black leather belt. He had plenty of time to stop her.
But that thought didn’t spring to mind. Not for even a second.
He could see the slopes of her breasts
heaving as she panted, could see the gleam of wetness on her bottom lip.
Ziiiiiip .
Down went his zipper.
Except for the rustle of clothes and
their heavy breathing there was no sound. Where had all his big speeches gone?
They’d abandoned him the moment she dropped to her knees. Lord, maybe even
sooner.
Warm, smooth fingers curled around his
cock. She made a cooing sound and rubbed her cheek against him. Puckered lips
and looking like she was in love, it was a hell of a sight. One he planned to
take to the grave with him.
But—real life intruded in a big way. He
had to put a stop to this. He was at a public, royal and military gathering. He
couldn’t get caught with Penelope sucking him off; it would be even more
devastating for her than for him. Plus, he remembered where this had gotten him
last time. And he wasn’t doing a renewal.
That’s what he told himself, but what
came out of his mouth was something else.
“If you don’t finish me and end this
now…” His threat hung in the hair. “I don’t have the—” Control , he
thought, but said, “ Time to stay away all night. I have a speech to give
and a crowd to greet.”
“Hmm,” she mumbled. “Interesting.”
She sounded anything but.
She was staring at his cock having
finally tugged his trousers down to his ankles. The cooler breeze felt stark in
contrast to his blazing hot cock which was fully charged and ready to go. There
was nothing like the feeling of having a gorgeous woman look at your erect cock
like she was planning all the ways to make it come. He squared his hips, then
his shoulders, masculine posturing that posed his manhood to her. He wanted her
to see him, to see what she could have, to see how much pleasure he would give
her, if only she agreed to be his.
She made a ring around him with her
fingers and trailed them up and down his shaft. Stomach muscles bunched
violently as pleasure shot down to his balls and out through his cock where he
leaked.
She made sexy cooing sounds while
licking a long path up his cock. The wet, soft glide stole his attention. It
made him forget he was trying to get away from her addicting touch and back to
the party. It lasted for all of two seconds.
Until she said, “I would like to place a
bet.”
Up and down she stroked him, alternating
between hand and mouth, working him into a promising rhythm. Instead of
throwing his head back in ecstasy like he wanted to, he watched her carefully.
Not a bad sight for sore eyes.
“What kind of bet?” he managed to say.
“I
her. She wasn’t just any woman; she was something special. And he needed to
claim her.
“Pen,” he groaned, his voice cracking.
Her hand cupped him fully, fingers
tracing the lines of him. As much as he hated it, he snatched her wrist.
“Stop.” A drop of sweat dripped down his temple.
“Why?” She looked wild and sexy and
beautiful.
He struggled to find reason. “Because I
have to go back to the party. I have a speech to give and—”
She squeezed the head of his cock and
his hips jerked forward. “Damn it, Pen. You have to let me go.” His arse
muscles clenched to stave off the impending release he craved.
Her words were muffled. “Do I?” she
asked coyly, dreamy. She touched him again but this time softer. After only a
few seconds of this new, gentle caress, he realized he still might erupt. He
grabbed her wrist again.
“No,” he gritted out.
Her eyes snapped open, challenging.
“No?” she repeated, louder.
Bloody hell.
His gut sank as he realized he might
have just made a big mistake.
Penelope slammed her hands into his
chest shoving him back. “What the fuck, Pen?” he cursed.
But then she dropped to her knees and
his mouth dropped. She watched him with sultry, fuck me eyes as she
slowly pulled open his black leather belt. He had plenty of time to stop her.
But that thought didn’t spring to mind. Not for even a second.
He could see the slopes of her breasts
heaving as she panted, could see the gleam of wetness on her bottom lip.
Ziiiiiip .
Down went his zipper.
Except for the rustle of clothes and
their heavy breathing there was no sound. Where had all his big speeches gone?
They’d abandoned him the moment she dropped to her knees. Lord, maybe even
sooner.
Warm, smooth fingers curled around his
cock. She made a cooing sound and rubbed her cheek against him. Puckered lips
and looking like she was in love, it was a hell of a sight. One he planned to
take to the grave with him.
But—real life intruded in a big way. He
had to put a stop to this. He was at a public, royal and military gathering. He
couldn’t get caught with Penelope sucking him off; it would be even more
devastating for her than for him. Plus, he remembered where this had gotten him
last time. And he wasn’t doing a renewal.
That’s what he told himself, but what
came out of his mouth was something else.
“If you don’t finish me and end this
now…” His threat hung in the hair. “I don’t have the—” Control , he
thought, but said, “ Time to stay away all night. I have a speech to give
and a crowd to greet.”
“Hmm,” she mumbled. “Interesting.”
She sounded anything but.
She was staring at his cock having
finally tugged his trousers down to his ankles. The cooler breeze felt stark in
contrast to his blazing hot cock which was fully charged and ready to go. There
was nothing like the feeling of having a gorgeous woman look at your erect cock
like she was planning all the ways to make it come. He squared his hips, then
his shoulders, masculine posturing that posed his manhood to her. He wanted her
to see him, to see what she could have, to see how much pleasure he would give
her, if only she agreed to be his.
She made a ring around him with her
fingers and trailed them up and down his shaft. Stomach muscles bunched
violently as pleasure shot down to his balls and out through his cock where he
leaked.
She made sexy cooing sounds while
licking a long path up his cock. The wet, soft glide stole his attention. It
made him forget he was trying to get away from her addicting touch and back to
the party. It lasted for all of two seconds.
Until she said, “I would like to place a
bet.”
Up and down she stroked him, alternating
between hand and mouth, working him into a promising rhythm. Instead of
throwing his head back in ecstasy like he wanted to, he watched her carefully.
Not a bad sight for sore eyes.
“What kind of bet?” he managed to say.
“I
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