I flushed deliciously warm under his praise.
“So you like it?” I asked, my tone teasing.
“Makes me want to fuck you senseless,” he growled. “Fuck you full of my cum until your belly is round with my child under this this skirt.”
“I’m on birth control,” I said. We should probably have talked about that before now, but getting him to fuck me at all had consumed all my thoughts.
Yiri just pounded into me harder, his ridge stimulating my clit until my legs began to shake.
“I’ll be happy to learn every inch of your body until it wears off,Aneah,” he said through gritted teeth. “I stopped mine before you arrived.”
Oh. I had to put those thoughts aside. Right then, I couldn’t be trusted to think rationally. I was so close to orgasm, I would have agreed to let him knock me up then and there if it meant reaching that peak and tumbling down the other side.
“Yiri, I’m… I’m going to….” I tried to swallow, my mouth dry and my whole body burning with the oncoming wave of pleasure.
“That’s right,” he said, snarling through his teeth as his hips began to move with choppier, rougher need. “Let me feel you fall apart, little mate.” His piercings scrapped over my clit again and again, drawing sharp cries and screams of pleasure from me as his thick cock hit deep inside me with every one of his thrusts.
With a flash of intense heat that I felt everywhere, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, I came harder than I’d everimagined possible. Yiri swore, his voice a deep, broken rumble as he came inside me and kept going for several thrusts more, drawing out our mutual climax until I thought it might kill me.
When he finally slowed and then stilled, I reached weakly up for his face, wishing it was down on the bed with mine. “Oh my god, Daddy. That was incredible.”
Yiri groaned, his cock straining inside me one more time, and I felt another burst of heat.
“Didn’t know that was a kink for me until today,” he laughed as he let himself drop over me, careful to support enough of his weight that he didn’t crush me.
I twined my legs with his, enjoying the feeling of his cock slowly softening inside me. “Me either,” I said. “But I guess a lot of Earth women have daddy issues.”
“Mmmm.” His deep hum vibrated through my neck and shoulder where he rested against me. “My translator has a lot to say about daddy issues.” He nuzzled his mouth close to my ear. “The only daddy issue your going to have now is trying to keep me out of your sweet cunt every hour of the day and night.”
“Why would I try to do that?” I asked. “I promised to be good. Doesn’t that mean letting you have what you want?”
Yiri palmed my cheek and brought his mouth to hover over mine. “No,Aneah,” he rumbled. “It means letting me give you what you want.” And then he kissed me pretty much senseless.
A girl could get used to this.
CHAPTER 29
YIRI
If I thoughtthe short dress my wife lured me home with was hot, the one she selected for the gala was going to be the death of me. Floor length and glittering red, it hugged every one of her ample curves. Add in the slit that traveled all the way up one shapely leg and only stopped at the crease of her thigh, the deep plunge of the neckline that defied gravity in supporting her shapely breasts, and the way the back dipped just above her heart-shaped ass, and she might as well have been naked.
“This is what you’re wearing to bed after the gala,” I guessed, knowing it was a vain hope. How could it be made of so much more material than the dress she’d worn to dinner last night, and still be so much more distracting?
She gave me a cheeky grin. “Well, I hoped you might take it off me before that,” she said.
Trying not to drool, I approached her back, sliding my hands down her silken skin to rest on her hips as we looked at her reflection in the mirror. “I’ll be happy to take it off you right now.”
She bumped her shoulder back into my chest. “You said we have to leave soon,” she said. “Don’t you want me to finish my makeup?”
I grunted, careful not to jostle her as she bent at the waist to watch herself trace the alluring lines at the corner of her left eye. The other side was done, but as much as I loved her eyeliner, I doubted I would be able to concentrate on her efforts tonight.No onewas going to be focused on her eyes.
“Alright,” I said, brushing her long, glossy curls over her shoulder and kissing my way down her bare back. “But you’re going to get someone killed wearing this dress.”
“You’re being dramatic,” she said, still bent over and presenting her rear as she worked. “Yiri!” she gasped, dropping her eyeliner pen when I bit down on the back of her hip, just above the beginning of her skirt.
“One more time,” I said, drawing the back of her dress aside with one hand and unfastening my pants with the other.
“Yiri!”she protested with a laugh. “We’ll be late. We’re already dressed.”
