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I unfasten both of my braids and I run my fingers through the gentle waves left in my long, black hair. It flows over my shoulders and halfway down my back. Then I place both of my palms on his hard-muscled chest, just like I’ve wanted for the last hour. My hands roam all over the lines of the tattoos that curve up his arms and down his chest and terminate at his waist. His cock remains stiff, tapping against me as if to say hello.
His hands rest again on my hips, his fingers playing with the top of my panties. “You’re the most gorgeous female I’ve ever seen in my life,” he growls. “No other will see this or touch this but me. And soon this womb will be swollen with my seed.”
Wow, someone is turning caveman. Or cave-alien. He did say he was from some sort of alien tribe…
Then he tosses me onto the bed.
He tears off my panties and the black fabric flutters away. Gone in an instant. Good thing I didn’t care about those as much as the other stuff. He’s on top of me and his fingers are in my hair and he’s kissing me again and I think I might die from want. I had no idea kissing and sex could be like this or I would’ve done this long ago. A few boys in high school received a kiss or two but that was tepid compared to locking lips with Waylen. My arms and legs go around him. And that leaking shaft is there, nudging against my clit. The space between my thighs is now wetter than wet and my nub begging to be touched.
He pushes back, his chest rising and falling. “I must taste you,” he rasps.
His lips latch onto a nipple and I cry out with pleasure. He spends a lot of time touching, caressing and sucking on both of my breasts, moving from one to the other. Then his kisses trail down my flat stomach and onto my mound. Luckily I did take some time there, shaving it completely because I supposed I had to tidy up and make a bit of effort so the guy who’d paid a million dollars would see I was taking his investment seriously.
Waylen seems pleased with the results because his head is already between my thighs. I spread my legs for him and in moments he’s kissing me everywhere. He zeroes in where I need him the most. His tongue is right there, licking and sucking on my clit and I’m mindless with the hot desire coursing through my veins. How does he know so quickly where I need to be touched? Is he psychic?
His hands and the tips of his claws lightly dig into my thighs, creating a sting that makes it all better. And then he cups my ass and I have a leg over his shoulder. It’s crazy how quickly I’m right on the edge.
My hands rub his shaven head and I’m basically grinding my crotch right into his face because I’m losing my mind. It’s that good. He’s the clit master extraordinaire. This is his new nickname. Someone is wailing so darn loud and I soon realize it’s me. I feel the peak approach, scary in its intensity, starting first in my thighs and sweeping across my stomach. I cry out as the best orgasm of my life crashes through me. My back bows off the bed. He keeps at it, making sure to help me ride it out to the very end.
Holy crap, every self-love toy I’ve ever used has been instantly demoted. Nothing can compare to Waylen’s tongue. Nothing.
He stands and wipes my juices off his face with the back of his hand. “There’s more,” he grins.
“You’re killing me,” I wail. My arms and legs are like deflated pool toys, and I can barely speak in my recovery. That’s when I remember I have yet to experience that massive cock.
He covers me and of course I splay my legs for him because I’m a glutton for punishment. The head of his luscious alien dick notches right at my entrance. Heavenly. “This will hurt at first. There is no way around it,” he tries to explain. His fingers thread through mine and he lifts both of my arms above my head, trapping both our hands above the pillows. “
Eyes on me,” he orders. Then he pushes inside.
I gasp as he breaches my channel and the tip of that weeping gray cock slides inside. He’s so big he only gets a small distance before I cry out because it hurts so much. But I don’t give up and neither does he.
Waylen stills, letting me become adjusted. “Once more,” he warns. “This time you will take all of me.” Then he rocks his hips forward and in one searing push he’s all the way inside. I cry out from the pain. The pain, pain, pain. He stills, kissing my eye lids, my cheeks and my lips. He lifts his chest and manages to start sucking on my nipples again. Soon I’m so ready for him to start moving again. I kick his ass with my heel.
He chuckles and captures my lips with a deep kiss and slides in and out, just a little. My hands are free now and I cup the back of his head, kissing him as if it’s the end of the world. His gorgeous cock brings pleasure instead of pain. “Hold on,” he orders. Then he grabs onto the headboard and soon he’s moving in swift strokes, all the way out and slamming back inside. I hold on for dear life as he starts to growl and snarl.
Another orgasm builds inside of me. I have no idea how, but it’s there and so very close. Suddenly he’s moving in such a way that he hits something inside of me that’s causing my channel to gush and his body rubs my clit—a combo of them both. I don’t know, but it sets off an orgasm even more epic than the last because this time he’s moving inside of me.
“Waylen,” I gasp because suddenly it’s important to me that we’re kissing again.
He pulls me up against his sweaty chest while still fucking me like a machine from my wildest dreams. We’re kissing again, joined in every way. I bite his lip as I ride it out yet another wave of blistering pleasure until I taste blood.
Then he breaks free from our kiss and I’m on my back again for a few more pumps then he stills on top of me and roars out his own release. The feel of all that warmth gushing inside of me is a wonder I won’t soon forget.
My warrior falls next to me and takes me in his sweaty arms and kisses the top of my head. “That’s just the first round. I am in heat so this night will be long.”
“Bring it on,” I boast.
And then I pass out instantly.
5
Posey
The next morning I wake up naked in Waylen’s massive gray arms.
It’s one of the best moments of my life.
The space between my thighs is pleasantly sore. Red markings trail along both my arms and thighs, a reminder of well-used sexy times. He carried me to the shower twice last night to tend to me and yet I still smell like sex, and I love it. The recovery time for a Voltare male in heat is pretty darn extraordinary. He licked my clit with other-worldly expertise on the bed and in the shower and then fucked me against the wet tiles. Later in the night he reached for me and simply slid inside of me and we started from there. I’m the one who reached for his cock at the crack of dawn.
