Page 42 of Stolen By Her Alien Mate

He reaches down and grips his cock, his big hand wrapping around that huge member.

Damn, that’s sexy.

It’s then that I notice the skin below the head of his cock is thicker. Encircling the entirety of the first inch of his shaft. It doesn’t detract from the attractiveness of his dick, but it is out of the ordinary. Oh God, I hope it’s not a tumor. That would be terrible. Is there such a thing as penile cancer? I know there’s testicular.

I point to it. “What’s that?”

One of his fingers rubs across the rise of skin. “This is my swell. I believe when I read the human romance manual, the men and their small penises did not have this.”

Wow, there’s a lot to unpack in that sentence. But if it’s not cancer, I mean if he’s had it checked out, then I’m ready to feel that monster inside me.

“When we mate, the swell emits a bonding current that will help us complete our union. It is there for a reason, a purpose, and I have been told that women very much enjoy the feel of it inside them.”

“Well, sure. More texture and whatnot is always a welcome addition,” I say, thinking of all the sex toys I’ve seen that have added nodules and other projectile elements. “But you’re not sick?”

“I am the picture of health.”

“Excellent.” I lie back again and open my arms to invite him closer.

Then he’s coming towards me. He puts one knee on the bed and leans over to kiss me again. Lowering himself on top of me, we make out and, damn, does he feel good. The right amount of heat. The right amount of weight. The right amount of everything.

I widen my legs trying to get his cock in just the right place. He rocks his pelvis and that hard monster slides right up my clit.

I moan and kiss him hard, threading my fingers into his hair. Again and again he rubs himself against me, coating himself in my juices. One more rock against me and I go off again like a damn firework. My clit pulses against him while the waves of pleasure shatter outward.

Then he notches himself right at my entrance and slowly enters me. Inch by inch. It seems to take forever. I feel stretched and it pinches a little, but once he’s fully seated inside me, my body adjusts. I can’t really feel much of a difference from his swell since he’s already so damn large.

He leans up a little, cups my face, looks me directly in the eyes and starts moving. Sliding himself nearly all the way out, then pushing back in. Over and over until I think my eyes cross. And he never breaks contact with my gaze.

“Why are you vibrating? Damn, that feels amazing,” I say.

“That is my swell releasing the bonding current.”

Now I notice the pressure from the swell, brushing right against my g-spot. The vibrations only serve to intensify every sensation. I’m going to come far too soon. I really want this to last.

My neck heats, sending shivers down my breasts. My peaked nipples rub against his hard chest, and still he fucks me, his pace steady and unrelenting.

“Minka, you feel so good.” His voice is raw and rough and so thick with lust and desire that a fresh surge of arousal floods my pussy.

It’s so good. So damn good. I’m going to come again. I’ve never climaxed during sex before, so I’m not sure what to expect. But with him simultaneously massaging my g-spot and grinding against my clit with his pelvic bone, there’s no way I won’t come. Unless he blows first.

But he shows no signs of slowing.

Over and over he pushes in and out of me as I climb higher and higher. Feeling as if any moment I might just split in half. His mesmerizing green eyes hold mine.

I shatter. A massive, intense orgasm that starts inside my vagina, radiating from my g-spot and out to the rest of my body. I can’t suppress the scream I let lose. It’s crazy how good it feels.

Then at the tail end of my climax, his starts. I feel the hot jets of semen inside me. “Joey, my Joey.” Then he says something in a foreign tongue. I don't know what it is, but the sound of his voice using those syllables is melodic.

“Holy shit. I had no idea sex could be like that,” I say.

“Nor did I,” he mumbles, his face snuggled into the curve of my neck.

Then I recall something he said earlier: I have been told that women very much enjoy the feel of it inside them.

“Kael?”

He leans up and kisses my lips, then gives me a devastating smile. “Yes, Minka?”