Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
I lick my lips and stare into his eyes. “I’m on a spaceship above Earth with a giant alien man who claims he is my lifemate. I’ve been examined naked by an alien doctor who says there’s a tumor in my brain. I have no choice but to assume I actually slipped into a coma when I fainted in Club Zoom, but this can’t be for real.”
Kalbrac’s brow smooths out, and he smiles. “I assure you this is real.”
I shake my head. “It can’t be because it’s too far-fetched, so humor me. I assume I’ve conjured up the brain tumor in my weird dream, and now I’m going to die. My dying wish is for the sexy alien man in my mind to show me what it’s like to be truly fucked.”
He searches my face.
“Please, Papi. If you really believe I’m yours for eternity, don’t turn me over to Dankin for an intricate surgery in the center of my skull without showing me how it feels to be filled by that monster cock of yours.”
Did I just say cock out loud? I’m delusional. Granted, it’s my coma and my dream, so I guess I can use whatever words I want.
I’m naked on my pretend alien man’s lap, straddling him. My burning ass is hanging in the open air. My dripping pulsing pussy is spread wide, desperate for attention. My breasts are heavy. My nipples are hard points, one of them throbbing from recently being pinched. I’m even aware of my back hole. It feels tingly from Papi’s threatening thumb.
“Look at me, Baby girl.” At Papi’s gentle command, I realize my gaze has lowered to the bulging erection inside his soft pants.
I jerk my gaze up to his, hating that I feel embarrassed in my dream. Why can’t I simply feel emboldened without the embarrassment?
“Listen to me closely.”
I nod. If that’s what it takes to get what I want.
“First of all, when I spank your naughty bottom, I will not ordinarily allow you to come afterward. Little girls who misbehave and need to be disciplined are not rewarded. Understood?”
I nod again. “Yes, Sir.” It seems prudent to be agreeable since I feel a “but” coming next.
“Secondly, please stop using the word fuck to describe our coupling. I will never fuck you in the human sense you refer to. You are my precious mate. When we make love, it will be a passionate mating.” He lifts a brow.
I lick my lips. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
“Now, it’s not customary for Eleadian males to claim their female so thoroughly before making the trip to our home planet. Most Little girls aren’t ready to be taken like that in the short time they have to acclimate themselves to their new reality before the long journey to Eleadia.”
“How long does it take to get there?”
“Six months.”
I gasp. “Six months? That’s a very long time.”
“You won’t even know it. You’ll be in stasis for the entire journey. I will put you to sleep before we leave, and you will wake up on Eleadia in my arms as if you simply took a nap.”
My eyes widen.
“In addition, it will take you about two weeks to regain your strength. It will take a few days before your brain will be able to shoot information to your voice box to grant speech. Most Little girls don’t start walking or have full mobility for about fourteen days after arrival.”
I stare at him. It’s a lot to take in, even if it’s not real. I keep reminding myself that I’m most likely in a coma. I don’t know why that didn’t occur to me earlier. It’s the only logical explanation.
“Usually, we don’t fully claim our mates until after that two-week period.”
I shake my head. “This is my dream, though, not yours, so I want you to fuck… Sorry. I want you to make love to me before I go into surgery.”
He lifts a brow. “Your dream?”
I shrug. “I figure when I fainted, I actually never woke up. I’m in a coma, conjuring up all this madness. Maybe it’s my mind’s way of coping with death. Maybe I actually have a more serious brain tumor, but in my coma, I don’t know what to call it, so I just imagined a pituitary tumor. The real tumor is actually fatal, and I’m going to die, so before I die, I’m going to imagine a giant, sexy, alien man has come to me. He has a strange vampire poker in his mouth that makes me incredibly horny, and he’s going to fuck me clear into tomorrow so that I die knowing what it feels like to be truly fucked.” I don’t even care that I just referred to sex as fucking two more times.
Papi is frowning at me like he can’t quite figure out what to do with everything I just told him.