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No words come out, only cries of pleasure as I ride her. Her body is taut, tense as I grip her hips, slamming into her with each hard thrust. The noises pouring from her lips are loud, animalistic, and passionate.

She writhes beneath me, her body twisting and turning as she frantically meets my thrusts stroke for stroke. There’s a hunger in her eyes, a need I cannot ignore. It’s hot and desperate with just a tinge of fear.

It’s clear she wants me. She’s just too afraid to accept it. Sliding my hands up from her hips, I curl my fingers around her throat. I have no clue what’s come over me at this moment.

Normally, I’m not that much of a rough male. I do enjoy the depravity of what we do, but my actions are far more on the gentle side than others. But with Jessica… she just brings something out of me that’s hard to control.

I want to bend her to my will, to break her open and pour her out all over my cock. I want her so fucking delirious she won’t have time to be sad or miss Earth. Most of all, I want her just as desperate for me as I am for her.

Squeezing just a touch, I watch as her eyes roll back into her skull. A soft smile curves her lips, making my brain fuzz for a moment. She likes this. Dear Celestials, she fucking likes this.

I’ve been holding back, and for what? Tightening even more, I watch her chest, noting the slight struggle as she fights for air. Her arms twist about as she bucks against me.

Despite any potential fear, her pussy continues to spasm around me, dripping arousal down my shaft to coat my balls. When I release her, she takes in a large gulp and stares at me, her eyes large and unreadable.

“Please,” she begs softly. “Again.”

Those words are music to my ears. Squeezing again, I continue to impale her as her pulse pounds under my fingertips. Again, her eyes flutter, closing as she drifts into that liminal space between waking and consciousness.

I don’t let her tip, however. The moment it looks as if she will pass out, I loosen my grip, allowing her to draw in a breath of air. Her thighs quiver around my hips as she wraps them around me, anchoring herself as I continue to torment her.

Over and over, we play this game until my vision hazes over. Dropping my hand from around her neck, I grab her ample hips and drive forward, pounding into her with wild abandon. Her soft curves cushion the smack of my body against hers, sending pleasure rippling down my spine.

I’m so close. So fucking close. The stiff shafts of skin around my base tingle as they brush against her clit, heightening my pleasure. They move and quiver, rubbing against her clit with each stroke.

She grinds against me, as if seeking more stimulation, and so I grab the back of her hips and shove forward, increasing the contact. I shouldn’t care about her pleasure, not when my balls are about to empty into her pussy. But I so desperately want to see the ecstasy etched on her face as she comes apart on my dick.

Her soft wails penetrate my skull, making my head pound as the need to come beats at my brain. Pleasure zips up my shaft as her inner walls ripple around me, clenching tight around the bulges. Even though she’s been stretched out by my fist, she’s still so impossibly tight around me.

The shafts of skin continue to grind against her clit, quivering even faster as I surge into her, my hips pistoning back and forth with each furious stroke. The orgasm explodes through her body, making her go taut and rigid. With a loud cry, her pussy clamps down around me, making my thrusts falter with how tight she grips me.

My balls draw up, sending tingles up my shaft. So. Fucking. Close. With a loud roar, I slam into her, my cum coating her insides as it shoots out of me. Shivers rack my body as I grip her, holding her still.

Spasms race through my cock, making it jerk inside her. With each jolt, Jessica cries out again as her pussy quakes around me. Though the shafts of skin no longer move, each tremble of her body has her continually stimulating herself until soft whines pour from her throat.

From this position, her breasts are pushed up high, nearly suffocating her as she tries to drag in air. I ease her hips down, lengthening her body. It gives her, at least, a little more room.

Dropping my forehead against hers, we both breathe in and out, the raspy, haggard sound filling the room. I undo her restraints and gather her into my arms. I can’t pull out of her. Not yet.

Her pussy clenches around me so tightly I’m worried I’ll injure her if I force myself to disengage. She feels so perfect curled around me, that I don’t mind the forced closeness. Besides, I’ve gotten the distinct impression she finds it distressing when I just pull away.

I’m not sure how men on Earth handle post-sex interactions, but men on my planet don’t typically indulge in just lying around. There’s always some work to be done or something to attend to. However, the more I’m with Jessica, the more I find myself craving this closeness.

Unfortunately, there are still things that have to be done. As much as I want to lie in bed all day, she needs to be fed and properly milked. I can’t let my desire for intimacy end with her becoming unwell.

CHAPTER 21

JESSICA

The moment Vrokjan pulls out of me, I know something is wrong. Unfortunately, I have no words for what it might be. My body is sore, achy as he disengages.

Perhaps that’s to be expected, though? This is the first time he’s actually had sex with me, and the pounding was quite intense. Lazy days out in the field certainly didn’t prepare me for such a workout.

Shaking my head, I yell at my brain, telling it to shut up and let me enjoy what had just happened. Not only did I have an explosive orgasm, Vrokjan held me afterward, without any prompting. My heart swells as I watch him walk to the bathroom so he can clean up.

Frissons of arousal zip through my body as I lie there, his cum dripping from me. Part of me figured sex with him would be hot and explosive, but I wasn’t prepared for the sheet-gripping, leg-shaking, full-body experience he put me through.

Unfortunately, no one on Earth was ever able to make me come like that. And if I go back, no one will be able to compare. How do the other cows do it? How do they just choose to go back when all their needs are met here?