Is it weird that I’m literally savoring the taste of his cock? I suck down his clean citrusy flavor and get worked up when my big alien moans. He pulls against the restraints and some sick part of me likes that they might hurt a little.
Honestly, who am I right now? I wish I still had my iPhone; I really want to text my therapist and ask what the hell is going on with my psyche. I do know that I will fucking marry this man…well, alien. He’s more man than any other Chad, Terrin, or Jon back home. Fuck those Tinder douche nozzles.
I will marry this fucking man.
I move my hands to his hips and run my nails down his thighs. I push him further down my throat. It burns for just a second before crossing the hilt and sliding even deeper as I try to accommodate his impressive length.
“Good girl.” Ke’ain’s voice quivers, and he manages the tiniest of thrusts.
I gag a little bit, but I think he likes it. He drives himself into me again as much as his restraints allow him to move.
“Do you like it when I swallow your big cock?” I ask as I come up for air, but don’t let him respond before I go down on his twitching member—running my tongue along the vein near the bottom.
“I won’t last much longer,” Ke’ain pleads. “Cut the restraints. I want to be inside you.”
“And I want to swallow your cum, so get over it.”
Ke’ain’s eyes go wide as I pick up my pace. I use one hand to roughly work his shaft for what my mouth can’t take and the other to cradle his balls. I feel them tug into his body. His cock throbs with every thrust of my head. I graze my teeth lightly over the sensitive shaft on the last thrust, and he floods my mouth with a salty burst.
I look up, and see his head thrown back, the column of his throat flexing as he grits his teeth. I swallow like it’s the last water on the planet. His cock pulses as his body slumps against the restraints.
His breathing is ragged. “Opal, you're so perfect, I…I…”
The poor boy can’t catch his breath.
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you repay the favor later,” I say.
I flip open the weird, dangerous Bic lighter and carefully cut the wire holding Ke’ain to the tree. He doesn’t drop as dramatically as I did, but turns around to wrap his arms around me.
“I’ll never let you go, you know.” He presses his face into the crook of my neck and breathes deeply.
“Good.”
CHAPTER8
?QUICK & DIRTY?
?KE’AIN
We’re stilldusty with the black sand from the island as we stand in the cargo bay of the tactical cruiser. I rub my wrists absentmindedly, the stress marks still deep blue from the tinsel wire the bastard marauders bound me with. As I rub them my mind wanders to Opal’s red flushed lips wrapped around my cock, and some of the anger recedes. I instinctively wrap my arm around her back and pull her into my side. In front of us stands Duke Raf’ere of the Liin’gan Reefs. He’s also my cousin, and a total f’teeing dick.
I hate his pretentious face and his ominous looking scars
“So, cousin,” he says, “you’re telling me your human–”
“Opal,” I correct him.
“Sure, Opal.” He gestures to her with his hands. “The human Opal is your mate?”
“Correct,” I say.
My patience wears thin with his flabbergasted look. Although I am grateful he picked us up so quickly after Opalmercifullycut me down, I’m annoyed that his number is the one I know by heart and was the only one I could think to enter into the data pad left by the marauders. Our childhood friendship somehow made that small bit of information a core memory.
He crosses his arms, and the green fabric of his suit bunches over his over-inflated biceps. They’re merely vanity muscles that serve no purpose other than puffing up his already incredible ego.
He raises his tiresome little eyebrows and drags in a labored breath through his nose. I bite the inside of my cheek so I don’t raise a hand to deck him across his jaw.
“And you, the heir apparent to Sontafrul 6, want to marry this human, Opal,today?”
