When She Belongs – Risdaverse Read online Ruby Dixon

Categories Genre: Alien, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 135784 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
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"Good girl," I rasp, my entire being filled with that possessive hunger again. I run a hand down her front, my fingers moving over her collarbones and breast. "Such a good girl as you take all of me."

"Everything," she whimpers, and her cunt spasms around me. She really does like it when I praise her in bed. It makes her body respond wildly, as if my words alone can make her come.

So I thrust into her again, and as I do, I tell her about how beautiful she is, how good she's gripping my cock, how perfect her pretty cunt is as she squeezes me. I tell her all about how good she is to take all of this, how she's going to come for me so hard, and all the while, her excitement ratchets up visibly. A broken sob escapes her as her cunt clenches hard around my cock, and I soothe her with more gentle words, about how perfect she is, even as I pound into her willing body.

Sophie meets my every movement, raising her hips as I rock into her. The first few times are awkward, but after that, we find a rhythm, and I lean over her, bracing on my arms as I move faster and faster, hammering into her just because it feels so keffing good. Her hands are frantic as they cling to me, my name choking over and over again on her lips. There's a messy perfection to our joining—it's not beautiful, or graceful, but it's ours and being here with Sophie feels like I'm home.

When her sheath ripples around me, she sucks in a breath, and in the next moment, her entire body seems to tighten. Her nails dig into the plated protection on my arm, as if she's desperately trying to anchor herself. All the while, she tightens around me and I realize that she's coming again. I've made her come twice, this time harder than the first. Her release spurs mine on, and with a few more messy thrusts, I can hold back no longer. I sink deep, pounding into her, and finally let go. My release floods out of me like a dam breaking, and my entire body feels as if it's falling apart, so hard do I come. I collapse, the air gone from my lungs as I struggle not to drown in the pleasurable sensations.

For a time, there's nothing but the sound of our fevered, raspy breathing.

"Mmm," Sophie says eventually, and her fingers trail over my brow. She brushes a lock of hair off my face, wearing a sleepy smile of her own. "I liked that."

Her body twitches under mine, and I'm chagrined to realize that I'm crushing her under me. "Sorry—didn't realize—"

"It's okay." Sophie twines her arms around my neck, pulling me back down again. "You're heavy, but it's not a bad heavy. It feels good."

Reluctantly, I relax against her again. I kiss her, then ease my weight off of her because I can't relax, imagining that I'm crushing her. The moment I shift my weight, my arm starts to jump in response, and one of my legs locks up. With a grimace, I roll to the side and start to massage the offending limbs. "Give me a moment."

"I'll help." Sophie's hands are on my legs a moment later, her fingers moving in a massage. "Would a shower help? We could take one together."

"Maybe." I'm a little ashamed. I should be taking care of her right now. "It isn't your responsibility to try and help a broken idiot who pushed himself too far—"

She silences me with a kiss, leaning over to press her lips to mine. "You be nice. I happen to like that idiot."

Like.

I'm torn between being flattered by her words or being full of despair. Like is just…like. It could mean anything. Sophie “likes” it here and she “likes” me, but it's not enough to make her stay.

56

SOPHIE

The next morning, I'm sore all over. Even after a hot shower, every muscle in my body aches. It's silly. It's not like I used my thigh muscles for anything specific, but I feel like I ran a marathon, or did an intense yoga class…or, well, did an intense alien.

I giggle to myself as I crunch my morning noodles. Man, I am in a great mood. I had amazing sex last night. And this morning, I was woken up with oral sex. I've decided that it's better than coffee to wake a girl up, and giggle to myself again.

Best of all, Bethiah is leaving.

I can't say I'm particularly sad about that. I take another bite of dried noodles, my feet propped up on the “dashboard” of The Pleasure Spot as I watch Jerrok work. Bethiah hovers nearby, her hair pulled up in an ornate knot between her horns, covered with more tinkling silver ornaments. She wears a yellow and deep blue jumper emblazoned with her ship's new logo, and I have to admit she looks nice despite all the weapons strapped to her waist. She's got a good enough heart, Bethiah, and I know she's Jerrok's family, but that good heart is overtaken by a loud mouth and a busybody attitude. I'm more than ready for her to go.


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