Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
It was the right thing to say. He lowers me onto his cock, impaling me like a hot little flesh toy. As he enters me and my flesh spreads around his spearing cock, I feel as though I am being completed in some incredibly alien way, as if a part of me that has always felt empty is no longer empty. Zayne’s scaled alien rod pierces me, and my body responds to the extraterrestrial intrusion with a sudden wave of pure arousal, chemical and electric shocks running from the tip of my head to the tip of my toes.
I writhe and moan, grinding my hips back against him. I can feel him trying to keep me still enough to fuck, but staying still on this dick is almost impossible.
“Wriggly little human,” he growls, standing up and then laying me down on the cool tile floor so he can pin me properly in place and fuck me the way I need to be fucked, with long, powerful strokes of that big alien dick.
I feel small beneath him. I am small beneath him, his scaled musculature rippling above me with every deep thrust. His cock was perhaps made for a bigger mate, but he is as careful as he is lustful, taking me only as deep as I can go before drawing out and surging forward all over again.
I’ve never been fucked like this. Yes, I’ve had dirty dalliances in bathrooms that come with the territory of playing gigs, but I’ve never been so completely carnally mastered before. I’ve never felt like every stroke of a cock has made me just that little bit more owned. My bare ass is hot against the bathroom floor, aching a little with the punishment he gave me when I was a bad girl. That feels so damn good now, even more physical and mental stimulation, even more evidence that when I am in Zayne’s arms, I am under total control.
I’m going to come. It is an inevitability that has been there since we met, I think. I was destined to be fucked by him, to be used by him, to feel my body submit to his alien ravishing. I want to hold onto the moment, but I can’t hold back. Every time he dives inside me, I get closer to that perfect edge where all that matters is orgasm.
He knows. He can feel my trembling and my squirming, and he responds by fucking me with harder, faster, even more disciplinary strokes, like he is teaching my naughty pussy a lesson for both defying and seducing him.
He has said nothing since he entered me, but now he growls a singular command in my ear.
“COME.”
That deep bass puts me over the edge and I come, squirming on his cock, my inner walls gripping him, trying to milk his alien cum into my bare sex. But he is not that reckless. He is in total control.
While I lie on the floor, he pulls out of my greedy pussy and stands over me, his cock fisted in his hand for one, two, three last pumps before he gives into orgasm and covers me in his seed, blue lashings of alien semen splashing over my well-fucked pussy and my trembling inner thighs, over my belly and some drops find my breasts too. He is covering me in this alien seed, he is marking me. He is making me his.
For a brief moment, I feel deliciously insignificant. What am I to a creature like him? What does my wet and filthy orgasm matter when this massive alien can stand over me and cover me in his seed? His golden eyes are full of ownership and domination as he looks down at me from his great height and lets the last drops of his cum fall not on my belly, but on my lips. I extend my tongue and lick it up, finding it deliciously flavored, a cross between human cum and something more rich and powerful.
“Oh, look at you,” he murmurs under his breath. I think I have pleased him.
“Come here,” he says, scooping me up and putting me into the shower. “Look at you, bad little human, all messy and sticky. Did you spread your legs for an alien and let him fuck you? Hmm?”
I let out a giggle as he turns on the warm water and begins to wash me down, his hands tender, his fingers agile as he cleans the same pussy he just fucked.
He finds the bud of my clit with his middle finger and rubs there, sending me toward a whole new orgasm. As he does that, he bends me forward so I am leaning over his arm, and he starts to spank my ass again, large palm landing wetly on my sensitive skin.
“You’re going to obey me,” he growls as he fingers my pussy. “You’re going to do exactly as I tell you, or I am going to spank you and fuck you until you cry, understand me, Lyric? I am going to use your pussy to discipline you, and if you ever do anything like you did today again, I can promise you, you will regret it.”