How could he miss even one moment of her tight pussy?
“I’m back now,” he grunted, working his cock deeper inside her.
She mewled softly. “Then it worked.”
His brow furrowed.It worked?He stared down at the female using him like his body was her birthright. A tense pressure filled his dick as she rode him.
It wasn’t easy, her jerky movements proved that, but because it wasn’t easy for her made it all the better for him. She was working for his prick.
Janet was the most beautiful, self-centered, naive female he’d ever met, and he was fucking spellbound. Zeph forced himself not to take over, not to spread her legs out and drill her into the floor of his ship. He didn’t want her little maneater to stop, he realized.I love this.
His mouth watered.
Her eyes fluttered open as she lifted up and pressed her swollen clit to his flesh. Lavender flooded his nose and he tightened his grip on her hair until her skin prickled with goosebumps.
“Use it,” he ordered, lost in her.
“I’m trying! God am I trying.”
“I’m your fucking god now.”
Zeph poised himself onto his elbows—giving her a little more space—while thrusting his hips forward. The rubber soles of his military boots locked upon the metal. A rumble filled his belly, low and deep, calming his senses enough to remain in control and not lose himself again.
Janet’s head rolled back.
He wouldn’t miss this for the universe. He obsessed himself with images of Janet in his head, replaying them like a stalker again and again in the visual screen of his eyes. There was nothing like being inside her welcoming sheath, surrounded by the scent of Earth’s flowers and Kepler’s oceans. Saliva pooled in his mouth as he watched her, pumping his hips forward multiple times to each beat of her heart, increasing his speed with the tempo of her pulse.
Her lips parted in a lingering moan and he reared up, shuffling her legs higher on him, and cupped her face with one hand, running his thumb heavily across her lower lip.
“Look at me,” he ordered. And when her lids lifted and her pupils focused on him, he pushed his thumb into her mouth. Her mouth closed over the appendage, soaking it in her wet heat and grazing it with the sharp edges of her teeth. “That’s it.” Zeph rocked into her, enraptured, as he pressed the pad of his finger heavily onto the flat slick of her tongue. He massaged it in unison to his pumping, feeling his reptilian seed build up in his sac.
Janet took his thumb deeper into her mouth and sucked.Hard.
“Fuuuuck,” he hissed, catching her hair with his other hand, angling her head to face him. Her teeth bit down on his thumb, making him see stars. Zeph growled, bending over his little female, and enclosed her within the cage of his limbs. Not even the glorious space outside his bridge would be privy to the sight of her.
She bit harder into his flesh, her tongue curling and licking his nail, and his pumping quickened. Zeph tore his hands away from her face to grasp her waist, feeling the metal in his loins expand and shift.
Janet’s eyes flared. “Oh!”
He thrust like a beast, unconcerned with the flexibility of her wet sex. Janet’s moans heightened his senses and filled his ears. His body strained with wicked intent.
He felt her walls clench in climax just as his seed shot out of him. He roared in bliss as the pressure built and released with each pump of his hips. His fingers dug into her sides as he poured everything he had into her cunt, using her body as she had used his. Janet took it all between breathy gasps, even after his thrusting slowed to hard pumps into her again and again.
“Janet.” Her name accompanied his final shunt. She gazed up at him through hooded, satisfied eyes as her pussy continued to milk his rigid cock. “Fuck,” he whispered, almost reverently. They came down together between loud gasps and the potent smell of sex.
He groaned as he captured the perfect moment in his memory banks. He eased up and looked down between their bodies, his gaze landing on where his thick shaft was inside her.
His seed, her essence, and the pink discoloration of blood throughout filled his eyes. Zeph grabbed her knees and spread her wide, staring at where they were connected.
His eyes narrowed. “I hurt you?”
Janet let out a breathy laugh but shook her head from side to side without answering. His concern increased as the whiff of copper reached his nose. He gritted his teeth and began to pull out of her, hating the whimpers that left her lips. His cock popped out and it was followed by the excess of his thick cum which pooled on the floor.
Zeph’s back slammed into the ground as he groaned again, the image of her blood refusing to go away.I almost lost.
The fight. The flight to Elyria. And worst of all, Janet.
He growled, his cock still jerking with thick tendrils of seed coming out. What would’ve happened if he’d completely lost himself? If he had not heard her calling out for him to come back? She’d be trapped mercilessly under the strength of his metalloid frame.
