Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“You’ll respect me and the rules of the dome. If you don’t, you’ll get the strap, harder than I gave this planet rotation. You think this was a punishment? This was barely a taste. Trust me, if I wanted to really punish you, you’d feel it for planet rotations.”
That should be terrifying, but it turns me on more. I think about having a sore ass at my dorm, feeling a warm burn when I sit… and thinking of the being who put it there. Tarek. Remembering how he felt inside me. I’m practically having an orgasm just at the idea.
“Veck, your nipples got even harder when I said that.” His voice is reverent, surprised. “Stars, Zina, you’re so wet I can…” He curses, I think; something in Zandian I don’t understand.
“Down on your knees,” he orders, his voice rough. “Let’s see how good you are at taking direction. I want your pretty little human mouth on my cock.”
I’m eager to obey, because I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I get to my knees and wait, breath coming fast. Watching intently.
He undoes his breeches and kicks them away, and his massive cock makes my eyes go wide. He must have the biggest cock on all of Zandia. I’ve felt it before, seen it before, but each time, it surprises me anew.
“Open your mouth.” He sits down and spreads his thighs. “And keep your legs wide. I don’t want you getting off too soon.”
I moan in irritation, because I was hoping to have a starter orgasm while I was sucking him. “Yes, Master,” I murmur.
“You don’t come until I say. If you don’t do this the way I want, I won’t let you come at all this time.”
This time. That implies a next time. And that concept, along with my arousal, makes my mind fly into some kind of supercharged sexual dimension.
“Yes, Master,” I repeat, and inch forward. “May I?” I duck my head.
“Yes, you may. And you may take me all the way into your throat. And you may suck hard while I come down the back of your throat, Zina.”
I grab his powerful thighs and open as wide as I can to take him into my mouth. Despite what he said, he’s so large that I can barely fit him into my mouth, and it’s probably not possible to take his length down my throat. I give a valiant effort though, and he grabs my hair and tugs my head, adjusting as he likes.
He’s good at this, though: He knows when to pull back so I can breathe, and after a few minutes, I relax into the rhythm. It’s incredibly erotic to hear him groan in pleasure and feel his cock twitch under my tongue. I play with his skin, run my lips and tongue over and around. Learning his taste, his shape, his responses.
Before long, though, he pulls away. “If I don’t veck you soon, I’m going to come in your mouth.”
“I don’t mind—”
“But I do. It’s your pussy I want. Get on all fours and stick that red ass up in the air. I want to take you from behind. Feel my balls slap against your tender skin.”
I make some incoherent sounds and do as he orders, spreading my legs wide. I’m dying for his touch, so needy that I think I’ll explode from the very first contact.
I’m so wet that he slides in easily, even as large as he is. My pussy stretches to accommodate his girth and my muscles contract, and then he moves. Thrusts.
His long cock presses on all the right spots, and he reaches under to squeeze my nipple while he pumps me. “Legs wider, or I’ll get that strap back out,” he murmurs.
The thought of more strapping on my tender ass makes me cry out in desire. I wiggle my legs further open. “Let me come,” I beg.
“Soon.” He slaps my ass. “I’ll tell you when.”
It’s only a few seconds later, though, that he grabs my hips. “When you’re ready,” he whispers, and begins a rhythm that’s demanding, and rough, and perfect.
I clench down and push back at him, and the feeling grows inside my pussy until it bursts out into an explosion of sensation so powerful that I scream out his name, as loudly as I can, not caring if any being hears me.
He roars out his own pleasure and collapses onto me for a second before rolling over and tugging me into his arms, and we lie there together, panting, sweating. I’m euphoric. The residual sting of the spanking and the afterglow of the orgasm have my whole body tingling with the most amazing feeling of contentment and perfection. I could spend forever here in his arms, in this moment.
“Sometimes I swear you’re looking at me,” I tell him, hoping he won’t take offense.