Page 259 of Vameer

He groans.

The hand on my ass moves so it’s cupping my core from behind. And I roll my hips.

My panties are soaked.

I can feel it. I know he smells it.

I squeeze his horn, then let go and slide my hand down the front of his body. “Thank you for saving me. Can I… show you… how grateful I am?”

Gravito coats my skin. Holding me up, while Vameer moves his hands to the skirt of my dress. “You can show me by showing me how much of my dick your little pussy can take.”

“I’ll take it all,” I moan. “I promise.”

Vameer bunches my dress at my waist, then he shoves the front of his suit down and frees his dick.

Gripping himself in one hand, he presses the other to my back. “Pull your panties over and prove it to me.”

I grip the back of his neck and reach down with my other hand. And as I pull my panties over, I glance down.

And down.

Something hot and blunt presses against my entrance. “Relax, Miss. I won’t hurt you.”

My pussy clenches at the absolute hotness of this.

“I told you to relax,” he growls.

And like a puppet at his mercy, my head tips to the side and my muscles slacken.

He pushes the thick head of his cock inside me.

We both groan.

“That’s it.” His words are thick. “That’s how you say thank you.”

The gravito holding me up disappears, and Earth’s gravity tugs me onto his length. But only halfway.

His single hand on me is more than enough to keep me in place, but without his power pressing against me, this feels more dangerous.

More stimulating.

I let go of my panties and rub my clit.

His growl is different this time. Appreciation.

“Keep touching yourself.” His hands move to my hips. “Loosen up this slit for me.”

I gasp at his words. And he pulls me down more.

He was inside me last night. But every time feels like the first damn time.

“More,” I whisper as my fingers move faster. “I can take more.”

He brings his mouth to mine. “Promise?”

“Sí.”

He kisses me. Hard. Pushing me down another inch.