Page 43 of MidKnight
“Ryan!”
“It’s not an insult. They like routine. They like predictability.”
“But you?”
I traced a finger over his jaw, where stubble was starting to creep over his cheeks and down his neck. I nuzzled his stubble and said, “I liked the monotony of farm life when I tried it. But then, I didn’t grow up with it.”
“No. You didn’t.”
“Is that why you wanted to become a soldier?” I leaned back so I could look in his eyes.
Ryan gave a brief nod. “Didn’t know I’d just be trading out activities. Plowing for sword practice, weeding for walking the ramparts.”
“I’m sorry you were so bored here.”
He gave a half shrug from his reclined position and leaned in to push my hair back. “There were some perks.”
I raised my eyebrows and asked, “Really?”
“There was this one amazingly hot princess … every time she came down to the yard, I could see her little nipples tighten under her dress.” His hand trailed down and flicked one of my nipples through my green silk dress.
I sucked in a breath. My core tightened.
“And what did you think about when you saw her?”
“I used to dream about walking into my room to find that naughty little girl on her knees, waiting for me.”
I slid backward off Ryan’s lap. I stood and took a step backward until I was in the middle of the rug in front of the fireplace. Then I dropped to my knees.
My heartbeat quickened. I felt stomach-dropping anticipation. Gods, with just a few words, this man had me wet. All other thoughts flew away as I knelt in front of him. The only thing I could think about was him and what I wanted him to do to me.
Ryan smiled and stood. He kept eye contact with me as he slowly unbuttoned his vest and slid it off. When he started on the ties on his shirt, he said, “I always wanted more of a challenge out of life. I’ve always wanted to be the best. That’s something I and the other knights have in common. We all want to be the best.”
He tugged his shirt upward slowly, revealing his stacked abs one by one. I licked my lips as his pecs came into view. His nipples were already hard and tight. I wanted to bite them so badly.
He threw his shirt aside and moved casually onto his belt, smiling when he saw how quick and heavy my breathing was.
“Little Dearling, one thing you have to know is that all parents lie to their kids. My parents told me sex was a hug until I was twelve.”
“You believed it?”
Ryan snapped the belt in his hands. “What are you supposed to call me?”
“Sir,” I breathed, the single word making my heated pussy grow even more damp. “You believed them, sir?”
He tilted his head to the side with a smile. “It’s hard to hide sex on a farm when the animals go at it.”
I giggled and Ryan moaned. “Shite. You’re gonna do that around my cock. I wanna feel that sweet laugh.”
He dropped his pants and sat to yank off his boots. And then he came and stood in front of me, a chiseled dark masterpiece. His hand stroked my hair. “I need you, Little Dearling.”
He did. He was hard and stiff, so thick and engorged it looked painful.
I grabbed his dick and licked the underside. He was so tall that I didn’t even have to bend to reach it. I bladed my tongue and licked until he moaned. And then I moved and sucked one of his balls into my mouth.
“Unh, I didn’t tell you to do that,” Ryan’s hand fisted in my hair, but he didn’t pull me off.
I popped one ball out from between my lips and sucked in the other. Then I started pumping his shaft with my left hand as I sucked. His balls were so big they filled my mouth. I let my tongue stroke the center, where that sensitive ridge ran along the underside of his cock. I brought my right hand up and bent my knuckle, like the women at the brothel had shown me. And then I put my knuckle on his taint. I circled it slowly, letting him get used to the sensation before pressing a bit harder.
