Ravishing Rapunzel (Passion-Filled Fairy Tales, #6)(26)

Rapunzel didn’t bother to ponder the question. There was only one right answer. “Bareback,” she whispered. She turned her head and looked at his manhood, thick and waiting for her. “I like to feel it.”

“Oh, you will,” he promised. “Before you hop on, you might want to give that area a bit of a rub down, too. Gently. You don’t want to scare your horse.”

Rapunzel slipped down toward his legs, and climbed atop his thighs. She gently took a hand and wrapped it around his thick, warm rod. She loved the feel of it, and began to smoothly stroke it. He managed to stiffen more, becoming a rod of hard magma beneath her willing hands. He grunted and his hips rocked slightly beneath her, and she felt her insides liquefy as her lust for him reached volcanic levels. “Is it time to ride my dear stallion,” she whispered as she continued to stroke him.

“Now,” he choked out, his concentration on words clearly lost as his body took over.

Rapunzel gladly mounted her stallion. She swallowed as she slid him inside her and felt that warm glow of satisfaction that they were finally about to get started and anticipation at how good the ride would be. Her body instinctively knew what to do, and she settled herself into a steady rhythm astride him, enjoying each thrust of her pelvis, and using his chiseled chest as support to position herself

“You’re a natural at this,” Bradyn said, slipping his hands onto her back and holding her steady. “I don’t even need to give you instructions.”

She chuckled. “You’re easy to ride, Prince.” And he was. She let her hands feel along his toned abdomen as she rocked back and forth, her breaths becoming shorter as her inner walls caressed him. Her hips rocked jubilantly, enjoying every deft stroke of his thick juicy rod.

Bradyn whinnied, loud, and shook his head.

“Oh my,” she said. “What was that for?”

“Just to remind you that I’m a stallion, and you don’t have to ride me easy.”

Rapunzel cocked a smile, and braced her hands on his chest, as if holding on for dear life. “Then, let’s see how much my stallion can do.”

With that, she placed her hands on the side of him and really began to ride him. Faster, harder, her ass bouncing up and down as their groins slapped, and as she rode his iron-hard cock, he licked her nipples, and she squealed in delight and quickened her pace. She’d never been so exhilarated in her life. He smacked her ass as she rode him brutally, the surprise move startling her, but she realized she liked it.

“I’ve never heard of a horse doing that before,” she said.

In a breathy whisper, he said, “Actually, you’re supposed to do that to the horse, but I couldn’t help myself.”

“Ah,” she said. “Then maybe we should trade places for a minute.”

He raised an eyebrow, and then nodded. Deftly, he rolled her over, and he was on top. He seemed to get a new energy about him, and his intensity magnified as he drove into her, pounding her so good that all she could do was cry out with the ecstasy of it. He stroked powerfully, her body yielding to his, her legs wrapped around him, locking him closer to her as he assailed her with his manhood.

It was so unbearably amazing that her legs quivered and turned to jelly. She smacked his ass, and he was right. It did feel terribly enthralling. She smacked him again, and he brayed.

She could feel herself ready to come for him, ready to break apart beneath his wild passion. And then she felt the wave of smoldering ecstasy wash over her, her body enjoying peak after peak of orgasm. It rippled through her, and when it finally faded away, he lay beside her, folding her into his arms.

He kissed her cheek. “What did you think of my riding lesson?”

Rapunzel smiled, still breathless. “It was excellent,” she said. “You’ll have to take me out riding again.”

“Don’t worry, I will.”





Chapter 12 – History


Bradyn and she had spent the rest of the day lounging, and he told her stories of his kingdom. It sounded lovely, as did his family. His father was a bit forceful, based on Bradyn’s recollections, but kind at heart.

When he left that evening, he promised he’d be back in a couple of days. He offered to leave the rope for Rapunzel, but she told him not to. She wasn’t going anywhere without him, not when she wasn’t sure. She bid him adieu.

And not a moment too soon. Less than an hour after Bradyn had left, her mother returned. “You look different, Rapunzel,” her mother noted, after she’d secured herself inside the tower. The old woman stared at her a moment, brushing the flyaway graying hairs from her line of vision. “What have you been doing while I’m gone these days?”

“I was reading, like you suggested,” Rapunzel said, trying to seem truthful. She had read, just not the books her mother had brought. “And I’ve been wondering.”

“Wondering about what?” Mother Gothel asked as she made her way to the table in the room. She settled herself and waited. Rapunzel immediately went over and ladled out some stew for her mother, as was their custom. When her mother had been served, Rapunzel sat, too.

Mother Gothel took a sip of the soup and smiled. “This is delicious, dear,” she said, as if surprised. “I thought you didn’t like onions.”

She opened her mouth to say that Bradyn liked onions, but caught herself. “I’m trying different things,” she said. “I’m older now, and thought my tastes might have changed a bit.”