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“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
I angle my hips so the head of my cock touches her delicate skin and she utters a frantic cry, the opening of her sex wriggling as if to guide me into her depths. She wants it. She’s panting, a thin sheen of sweat coating her collarbones. I rub the thick, swollen head up and down her slit, shivering my pleasure as I come in contact with her sweet, hot flesh.
She gasps and wriggles closer, gripping my cock and pushing forward so it notches the first inch inside, and sweet Goddess. She’s so hot. So slick. So tempting.
“Please. Please. Please,” she chants.
I push in another small bit, letting her velvety cunt adapt to my wide girth.
“So tight,” I grit through clenched teeth.
“More.” She lifts her hips, angling herself so I can slide deep inside. I give my bride what she wants, thrusting my hard length into her in one wet move.
She bucks, scrabbling at my shoulders, trying to yank me closer like we’re not already butted up as close as we can be. Her head tips back and I lick her throat, tamping down the tingle in my fangs that wants the sweet pulse throbbing just under the skin. Instead, I focus on thefeeling of my cock inside her. My head drops back at the incredibleness of it all, the rush of heat, the warmth that envelopes me, the slick, swollen flesh that fits like a glove. I pull out and look down to where our bodies meet. The difference in coloring is definitive and my body is shiny with her fluids. I thrust in again.
“If I had any idea you would be so wet, so tight, I’d have fucked you in the forest,” I whisper into her ear.
“Keep going,” she pants, thrusting her hips up. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop!”
“You need it faster, bride? Harder?” I purr. “I will give you everything you need.”
My trichta swells with the rush of pheromones laden in the air. The small area above my cock hardens into a tight ball—normally to press against a Kashian female’s pubic bone, triggering her posia, the inner organ full of nerves, to release an orgasm. But her posia is on the outside of her body, right between the top of her folds—ripe and ready for a male’s eager tongue. It’s glistening wet and swollen... and rubs against my trichta in a delightful way, the slick massaging the swollen organ.
“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,” Bride chants.
She’ll be the death of me.
She’s tight, stretched tight around me, her posia stiff and poking out of her folds. My tail unwinds from her leg and slaps against it.
A whoosh falls from her lips, her eyes wide and lust-filled. I slap against it, again and again, as I thrust my cock into her body, pulling out and fucking her with long, choppy strokes.
When I draw out, she arches her back, thrusting her two breasts in the air. When I thrust back inside, her perfect, small mounds bounce, the pink nipples puckering. She’s rocking her hips back and forth, alternating with those sexy hips circles she was making before and her movements are growing frantic and jerky
Then with a loud moan, she bites her lip and her sheath vibrates all around my thrusting cock in ongoing waves.
My balls tighten and I see stars. There’s a roaring bellow as my seed explodes from my body.
And later, when I finally pull out and inspect her ravaged flesh, Bride tries to close her legs from my view. I tut, holding one leg spread with one hand and my tail holding the other wide, and supreme male satisfaction hits at the sight of my cum dribbling down her bottom.
Chapter Eleven
OLIVIA:
IN A DEEP, guttural voice that sounds inhuman, he uttered my name as he came. And all at once, cold guilt flushed through me, dampening the warmth of the orgasm that still tingled through my arms and legs.
I just slept with my bodyguard. I’m a married woman, albeit in name only, but I just slept with someone... whose name I don’t even know.
And I’m married. Not willingly, but I mutteredI do. I made a vow, and broke it. But does it count if it’s not consummated?
Stranded on an alien planet... and married. A legally binding marriage, consummated or not. I agreed to it to save my planet. To save my Yvette from the tragic fate that’s befallen me.
Then heinspectedme, holding my legs spread open, watching his cum leak from my body. Humiliating. And... fucking hot.
Maybe he wanted the proof gone before we’re found out? But it doesn’t seem like he cares about that. His face is buried in the crook of my neck and he’s heaving, murmuring sweet things in a language that makes no sense.
I can’t believe I slept with my guard.
What will my new husband—Gyft—think of me?
