Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Jessica
Holy shit. This is the most intense pleasure I have ever experienced. I can feel both his cocks inside me at the same time, stretching my pussy and my ass. I can feel them rubbing against the inner wall between those two holes. I’ve never felt my body this way, how tender it is, how fucking sensitive it can be. My clit is being rubbed against the scaled ridge of his pubic bone every time he buries himself inside me, and it misses that touch when he pulls free again, more slowly now, drawing the thrust out between us.
“You need to be ready for work next time,” he says. “You need to be dressed and report for duty at the appropriate time, or I am going to have to come into your room and spread your legs and fuck both your naughty little human holes.”
Oh my fucking… I feel a throb of excitement in my clit, a rush of heat and excitement that puts me right on the verge of climax. Being fucked by him is hot, but what he says is even hotter. He has a stern, lecturing tone that finds me right where I live. I feel the thrill of disobedience and of being dominated. God. Fuck. Yes.
“Good girl,” Cir growls. His praise, those two simple words are enough to send me over the edge. They’re not just bland, empty sounds. They’re expression of deep and total approval, and they trigger my release.
I start coming on his cocks, orgasm rippling through my flesh with intense contractions that make my toes curl. He covers my mouth with his large hand in an effort to muffle my shrieks, but that only increases my excitement and my cries.
“You’re going to set the security systems off,” he growls in my ear. “They're going to think you’re in distress.”
I reply with muffled moans against his palm. He tastes like something delicious, rare, and pleasant. I find myself lapping at his skin like an animal looking for comfort as my tender body squirms and clenches against his cocks.
The orgasm does not peak and fade swiftly, instead it keeps rolling through me with every motion of his body and mine. Each time our weight shifts, his cocks shift inside me and my aching inner muscles set off another rolling pleasure inside me.
I am cursing against his hand, breathing deeply and trying to get control of myself. It’s not possible. He has complete control over me. He has hijacked my senses and my responses.
And he is not done fucking me. After pausing for a few moments to let me think that I am going to have a chance to compose myself, he moves me down to the ground, laying me on the floor. It feels fuzzy and soft against my back, and I am soon glad for that cushioning, because having gotten my first orgasms out of the way, my alien boss begins to pound me harder, taking full advantage of the relaxation that comes with pleasure, to use my body in a more aggressive and complete way.
My legs are up and over his shoulders, my thighs shaking with every rough and possessive thrust. His eyes bore into mine, green, gold, pink, blue, purple, red, silver, their rapid flashing and shifting putting me into a trance-like state. I feel like I am floating between him and eternity, my insides stirred and claimed by this masterful alien who now appears to me to be an entity of pure command. Boss is too small a word for what he is.
“I’m going to fill you,” he warns me. “I am going to make you utterly, completely mine.”
He comes, his semen flooding my body. It’s not just a flash of warmth and volume. It’s also a tingling hit, like coke hitting my insides in a rush. I am brought back from the sexual void I have been floating in by the feeling of my insides being stimulated by what feels like the unfolding of a thousand flowers inside me. I am no longer aware of being inside the Halo. Instead it feels as though I am absolutely everywhere all at once. That floating, open, expansive feeling carries me along currents of time for quite a while until I am nuzzled back to my normal state of consciousness.
I find myself lying in Cir’s arms on the bed I never bothered to use.
“Good,” he says. “You’re okay. I could feel you in there, but you were out of it.”
I have no idea what that sentence means, but it doesn’t matter. I am fuzzy and I am happy and I am satisfied in a complete way. It feels like every stress and anxiety I have ever felt has been flushed out of my nervous system, burdens I never knew I was holding onto suddenly gone. I feel free and empty in the most magical way possible. This was more than a sexual experience. It was a complete spiritual reset.