Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
“Oh. Um. Okay,” I say quickly. “You should know I’ve never had sex with a mesakkah. Is there anything I need to be aware of before we proceed?” I glance up at him, and then I can’t resist putting my hand on his shaft and stroking it. Oh god, he feels like velvet. I’m torn between demanding that he shove it inside me and petting him like a stuffed animal. “You can’t lose a piercing or anything, can you?”
He remains stationary, holding his tunic out of the way so I can admire his impressive cock. I stroke him again and his breath catches, the only outward sign that he’s aware of my touch. His eyes are tightly closed.
“Ainar?” I ask when he doesn’t respond.
“Take what you need,” he manages, his expression one of pure martyrdom. “I am here for you.”
Participation. That’s what I need. “Sorry. I got distracted. You have a nice cock, though. Good job.” I give him an awkward smile. “Feel free to put it inside me at any time.”
He lets out a deep breath and his gaze roams over me. “You are still certain you want me?”
“Oh yes,” I sigh. “Now that I’ve taken her for a test drive? Yes please.” I resist the urge to touch his dick again—it really, really is a nice dick—and lean back in what I hope is an inviting and baby-making manner. I rest my weight on my hands, and I’m pretty sure I’ve got my palm on something electronic, but I’m also pretty sure that Ainar hasn’t noticed. His gaze is locked on my spread legs and the skirt hiked up between them.
Ainar glances up at my face and then takes a step forward, his thighs hitting mine. Everything inside me clenches in anticipation, and I watch as he takes himself in hand and guides his erection toward the spread of my thighs. Please, I pant. Please please please please.
When the head of his cock grazes my folds, I practically sob with need. “Yes,” I breathe. “Give me a baby. I need this so badly.”
He groans, pressing forward. I lift my hips slightly, trying to help, and he slips the head of his cock against the entrance to my body. He’s bigger than I expected, and that’s the last thought that crosses my mind before he pushes forward, and then he’s inside me.
We both gasp at the same time.
As if he can’t control himself, Ainar thrusts deeper, seating himself fully inside me. It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex, and longer still since I’ve been completely stretched by a lover, and the tense fullness of it takes my breath away. My lips part and a wordless sound escapes me.
“Should I stop?” he asks, his voice strained. “Tell me what you need.”
“Move,” I manage thickly. “Move. Hard. Make me come.”
I don’t expect him to make me come. Not really. But I’ve learned that men tend to pop off like rockets when they think they’re an absolute stallion in bed, so it’s habit to throw something like that out there. Ainar pulls back and surges forward again, the movement graceless and just this side of unpleasant, but he’s so thick and I’m so wet and aroused that it’s doing exciting things to my body despite his lack of prowess. He starts moving quickly, his hips stuttering against mine, and it pushes that strange protuberance—the spur—against my clit in a rather nice, ticklish sensation.
But then Ainar’s breath explodes in a gust and he shudders, and I realize he’s come already.
Perfect. I beam at him. “That was amazing. Thank you.”
“You…” He pauses, his tail swishing. “That was good for you?”
He looks openly skeptical, as if he’s doubting my mental ability to get off from that, and I have to swallow a chuckle. “It felt nice,” I admit. “But you came inside me, and that’s what I wanted.” I press a finger close to where our bodies are joined, and sure enough, there’s a ton of thick, viscous fluid there. “Let me know before you pull out. I want to tilt my hips up so I don’t lose anything.”
“I…very well.”
I let out a tiny yelp as he hauls our joined bodies up and then he moves out of me. In the next moment, my bare ass is in the air, my legs hooked over his shoulders.
“How long will you need to stay like this?” Ainar asks me, his voice oh-so-polite and earnest.
I want to giggle at the absurdity of the day. I strolled in off the street, begged a stranger to fuck me, and now I’ve got my lady parts in the air to keep his swimmers inside. “I mean, I don’t know. I’ve never asked an alien to impregnate me before.” More laughter bubbles up inside me. “This is definitely the weirdest night I’ve had in a while.”