Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Chadka makes quick work of examining her breasts, but even his minimal touch is enough to make her nipples hard points that demand attention.
He spreads her legs next, straps them into stirrups, and adjusts them extremely wide. When he removes her diaper, she moans behind the pacifier. She bucks her hips the scant inch she’s able to move.
Chadka parts her folds and lifts the hood of her clit. “I noticed in your file she had an IUD Surgient removed?”
“Yes. She’s never had any issues.”
“That’s good.” He sets a palm on her pelvis to steady her as he strokes her folds. “And she’s never had penetrative sex before?”
“No.” I swallow hard. The thought of entering her is always on my mind, but right now, I’m slowly losing control. I’m supposed to be the stronger one here, but my fingers are twitching at my sides. I want to taste her like I did before we left Earth. I want to stretch her channel and enter it. More than anything, I want Kendra to crave my touch so badly she begs.
“Hold still for me, Little one. Just a quick exam inside you.” Chadka is applying pressure to her pelvis though, so she can’t move an inch as he eases a finger into her.
The deep moan she emits makes my cock swell further.
“Good girl. Now your bottom.” He slides his finger out of her and pushes another finger into her tight rectum.
She tips her head back and pants.
I can smell her arousal. This was why she didn’t want the doctor to examine her. She knew this would happen.
After Chadka removes his finger from her bottom, he grabs a probe from the rolling table next to him and eases it into her anus next. “Just a few more minutes, Little one. I promise. Almost done.”
I can’t keep my eyes off her pussy. It’s so wet and swollen, and she’s clenching and unclenching her rectum over and over around the probe. I suspect she enjoys the tightness, the dominance, the total lack of control. It’s in her nature. It’s unavoidable. She’ll get used to it over time.
I both hate and love that she’s so untouched. It makes me sad that her asshole of a fiancé made her feel unworthy and imperfect. No one should be treated that way. How could he have been promised to this stunningly gorgeous female and never touched her?
On the other hand, I’m glad he didn’t. I’m glad she’s mine. I will spend a lifetime showing her what it means to be worshiped, pleasured, and loved.
She releases a long breath as Chadka removes the probe. She’s shaking though, twitching. Needy. Her face is toward the ceiling, and she’s breathing heavily. I suspect she’s trying hard not to orgasm.
Chadka does not release her from the restraints, and I’m grateful. Perhaps he read my mind. “She’s perfectly healthy.” He removes his gloves and tosses them in the trash before shaking my hand. “You can have this room as long as you need. No one will bother you. Make another appointment in two weeks.”
“Thank you.” I draw in a breath as he leaves before closing the short distance between me and the side of the table.
Kendra spits out the pacifier. “Please,” she begs in that voice I love so very much, the one I’ve been craving for half a year.
I set a hand on her belly and lean over to kiss her lips briefly. “You’re precious to me,” I whisper. “The most important thing in my life. Forever and always. Let me pleasure you?” I want her to ask for it. I want her to understand that her pleasure is mine.
“Please,” she repeats.
I keep my palm on her tummy and lean over to kiss one of her nipples.
She whimpers at the light touch.
I lower my face to suckle her next, wasting no time. I flick my tongue over the distended bud and pierce it.
She cries out. The sound is musical.
I pierce her again and again before switching to the other breast, leaning over her farther. She’s writhing now. Needier. Desperate. I can sense it, smell it, taste it in the air.
I suck her other nipple harder, holding it hostage between my teeth before I prick her sensitive skin, releasing my serum, bonding her to me in the way of my people.
She’s writhing and panting when I raise my head. Her eyes are open but not seeing. Her lips are parted too. Precious.
I shift to the end of the table between her legs, set my palms on her parted thighs, and smooth them down to her pussy.
Her hips buck as I part her folds. “Please… Oh, God. Please.”
Avoiding her clit, I ease one finger into her tight channel. Fuck me, she’s so much tighter than I could have imagined.
“Touch me,” she cries out. “Jesus, Bialar, touch me.”