“Computer, activate previous cooling request.”
“Cooling by 20% currently. Do you have a new request?” The computer mewls her question seductively.
“You hunk of junk! It is not.” The frustration I feel with this tech is a common occurrence. But losing Sanriri today has amplified my frustrations.
I slam both fists into the ceiling vent. So hard, in fact, that it swings open and something warm and heavy falls right on my face. I crumple with the impact.
“Oh shit!” the object yells.
I blink rapidly, confused by what just happened.
Lying on my chest, her face inches from mine, a human woman cracks a nervous smile.
“Surprise, I think I broke your AC.”
?THREE MONTHS LATER?
?MARTA
Raf’ere’smassive cock is deep inside me as I ride him. My hands grip his pecs as I look out the window and onto the surface of the open water.
“Fuck Marta, I’m so close,” he breathes, his hands on my hips, supporting me and pulling me down onto his cock. His sucker pops on and off of my clit in the way that drives me crazy.
“So fill me up,” I command. “Fill me with your cum so that no one is confused about who I belong to.” I roll my hips, giving his sucker more time to pull deliciously at the nerves of my gem, as he calls it.
“You’re perfect,” he groans.
I prove it too. I reach my hand back behind my ass and grab his swollen sack. It draws closer to his body. The throbbing of his cock as he picks up his pace lets me know he’s close.
I’m close too. Flexing my inner muscles over his girth makes the tingling in my clit feel all the better. I grind against his sucker, the friction in addition to the suction bringing me closer and closer to the edge of my release.
“Where do you want me to come?” he grits through clenched teeth.
“I already told you, fill me up,” I moan, grabbing my tits and rolling my nipples between my fingers.
“Are you sure?” His eyes get big with the implications of my request.
“I know what I want.” I lean down to kiss him.
The change in angle has him hitting just the right spot, and we both come hard together. Wrapping his arms around my back, he holds me tightly against him. I mange to rock my hips and draw every drop from his throbbing cock. As I do, Raf’ere’s eyes roll back in his head.
“Give it all to me,” I whisper into his ear, “breed me.”
With one last final push inside me, he goes limp. His breaths are erratic and he’s lost in bliss.
I sit up gently, his cock still inside me, my thighs smeared in his cum.
“I-I,” he stutters.
“Good boy.” I stroke the damp hair from his brow. I lean forward, kissing each deep groove on his beautiful face. Finally, he drifts back to reality and opens his eyes.
“You want my kids?” he asks, placing a hand on my stomach. His eyes grow damp.
“Correction,our kids—but of course I do. You’re handsome, thoughtful, kind…” I drawl on with his accolades as I slide his cock out from me and roll to snuggle next to him. “This is your first Christmas, but you’ll understand it’s more fun with kids when you see how cute Prince Con’or is once he opens his gifts. It’s just better, I can’t explain it.” I don’t know why he’s surprised. I’ve told him tons about how he’d be the perfect dad and about how much I want kids over the past few months.
Seeing little Con’or after he was born just sealed the deal. He’s gotta be the chubbiest, cutest little gray baby I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Every time I see him, I swear he makes my ovaries want to explode.
I’m surprised I didn’t beg Raf’ere to come inside me when we got to thecruiser after our first visit to see the newborn.
