My cock is stimulated as I slide up and down, and the soft spines of the head of my cock drag against her clit.
I push her head against my chest, and she takes one of my blue nipples into her mouth. My cock jerks at the touch. As if we needed any more slickness, I coat her cunt with precum.
I hold her against me, and our hips find a rhythm. With my free hand, I hold the egg vibrator over the head of my dick.
“Fuck, did you just turn your dick into a vibrator?” she asks into my pec. I don’t respond, but I can feel her cunt react to the additional stimulation. The muscle between her entrance and ass bobs.
Moving my hand from her head to her ass, I pull her up, exposing her puffed up clit from under the head of my cock.
I place the vibrator directly onto the sensitive crux and hold on to her hip tightly as she unravels. She snaps her knees shut over me and I swivel her ankles over my right shoulder. Abandoning the vibrator, I lay her back.
Though her thighs are still pressed tightly together, I’m able to move my cock through the folds of her sex. With each stroke, I hit the clit of an already orgasming Marta.
With each stroke, I get closer to my own release.
Eventually Marta’s eyes roll back into her head, and I feel her legs start to slacken.
“Stay. With. Me.” I breathe through gritted teeth. She places her hand on my forearm as I fuck the folds of her cunt.
When Marta looks at me, with a sleepy, completely spent smile, I know I can come.
My balls draw close and my shaft throbs, and I paint her swollen cunt and inner thighs with my release.
I slump on top of her, letting her legs fall open.
“You are mine,” I huff into a barely conscious Marta’s ear.
CHAPTER30
?JUST A GUEST?
?MARTA
I don’t remember leavingthe steam room, but I wake in Raf'ere's bed. I’m tucked in tightly under the blanket. My limbs still feel like jelly, and my pussy is pleasantly sore.
The pump was an experience, that’s for sure.
But the torture of almost penetration has me second guessing where I stand with Raf’ere. He won’t kiss me, and for as hard as I beg, he won’t fuck me with his cock.
The more time I spend with him, the more his mask drops. I like the real duke most, not whoever he pretends to be. So why won’t he do something that should come naturally?
What’s wrong with me?
Maybe it’s some alien custom I don’t understand. I can’t be sure of anything with my limited view of this new planet.
I thought maybe a kiss at least could be the next logical step. When it wasn’t I felt a little rejected. Maybe I should have been more forceful in my demands. I knew he could take away the sting, that his skills at pleasing me would make it okay for a while. So I took the easy way out of hurting.
But yesterday, he took a step toward sharing his world with me. He introduced me to a room full of people,as his guest.
I suppose that’s what I am after all, but the word felt so wrong when he said it.
Would I have minded if he called me his lover? Is that what we are? We both know I’m more than just a guest.
“Who’s a good boy?” I hear someone whisper from the other side of the room. Nubbins huffs excitedly as the hidden door to the chapel opens.
I groan as I attempt to wake myself prematurely from the haze of sleep. I sit and see him dressed in a robe with our pet under his arm. He scratches him behind his large ear and smiles, whispering something sweet as he does.
He thinks I can’t tell he likes the kahne’ah, but I know he’s smitten. He never wants to show it, but he does sweet little things for the both of us.
