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)
Ainar chuckles. “I am glad it is not just me feeling this is an unusual sort of request.” He pauses and then blurts, “Not that I am not happy to help, because I am, Colonist Naomi.”
“Just Naomi,” I tell him. “And thank you. I know this must be really bizarre for you, but I didn’t want to lose my money.”
“Not bizarre,” he says, and his voice gets shivery soft. Is…that his hand stroking up my thigh? My belly flutters with anticipation. “May I confess something?”
“Of course.”
“I could do that again,” Ainar blurts. “If you wish to be certain. Fill you with seed, that is.” He pauses, and I can practically hear him swallow. “Unless you found it unpleasant. Found me unpleasant.”
My body clenches in response. “You…you want to go again? Already?” The man just barely took a few breaths and he’s ready for round two?
“Is that a problem?” He sounds anxious. “I thought it would be a good thing.”
“It is! No, it absolutely is. I would love to do that again.” My body flushes with heat at the thought. “Can we put my legs down though?”
“Yes. Of course.” Ainar hesitates, and then his hand skims down my leg slowly. It feels warm and hard and pleasant, and it’s been so long since I’ve had gentle touches that I moan. “What can I do to make you come?” he asks. “Will that—will that help you make a baby?”
“Can’t hurt,” I breathe, reaching for him when he hitches my legs around his waist. His cock presses up against the slick heat of my pussy, and I suck in a breath. “Not required, but absolutely can’t hurt.”
“Then tell me how I can do it,” he murmurs. “Tell me how I can make you come.”
His words ignite a fire inside me. I wriggle on the table, and when he strokes the head of his cock through my folds again, I whimper. He grunts—a surprisingly sexy sound—and then pushes into me. I’m so wet with our mingled fluids that he glides right in, and then he’s filling me again, making everything tight and delicious and full of friction.
I shudder and cling to his forearms—god, they’re fucking huge—and arch, trying to get the sensation of those piercings and ridges to work their magic. Instead, it pushes his spur against my clit in a perfect way and I cry out.
Ainar freezes over me. “Bad?”
“Good,” I choke. “Really good. That angle—”
In the next moment, he’s ripping his tunic off over his head. He wads it up and then shoves it under my hips, lifting them up. One big hand angles me, and then he presses in again and I practically wheeze because his spur is tapping against my clit when he rocks forward, and it might be the best thing I’ve ever felt. “Better?”
“So better,” I tell him. “So…yeah…good dick. Very good. A-plus. No complaints.” I’m babbling now as he glides in and out of me, stroking like he’s petting my insides.
His hand goes under my skirt and plants over my mound, his thumb brushing against the spot where my clit gets rubbed with his spur. “Ah,” he says, as if this is all a puzzle he’s figuring out as he goes. “Feels good there?”
He presses lightly against my clit and my legs jump. I gasp and then I’m coming, clenching and squeezing around the universe’s best dick. I’m probably still moaning about his dick perfection and how good it feels, but then he’s coming inside me again and I ripple with another orgasm and I sort of lose track for a long moment after that.
Panting, I slowly come to my senses to find that he’s still on top of me, mostly naked now, and his hand is gripping the front of my tunic in a knot with a death grip. His skin is sheened with sweat, but his eyes are watching me with utter fascination, and when I sigh, he rocks into me again. Our joined bodies make a wet sound, I make a gaspy one, and he groans.
“Again?”
Did I know what I was getting into when I asked him to help me out? No, no I did not.
Do I have regrets? Also no. If this doesn’t make a baby tonight, no amount of alien semen will.
Chapter
Four
AINAR
Hours and hours later, the door to the custodial office opens at the front of the building and makes me remember exactly where I am.
All night, I’ve been balls-deep into the sweetest, most beautiful, most cock-hungry human colonist I’ve ever met. Naomi is as perfect as she is relentless, and no matter how many times my cock rises and falls, her touch never fails to elicit another round from me. Even now, I’m still atop her, her skin sweaty and her clothing discarded somewhere on Sinath’s nearby desk. Everything on mine has fallen to the floor due to our repeated matings, and the floor underneath my boots is a little sticky with our leavings.