She stares at me, her eyes wide with what looks like wonder. Surely I hadn’t misunderstood. Surely I’m not her first.
“I- it doesn’t hurt,” she breathes as a wide smile crosses her face.
“Shit,” I curse under my breath. “I didn’t think you were a virgin.”
For a moment, she tilts her head to the side as if to process my words. “I am not that. I’ve known many Icorians. But they’re far too large for me to truly enjoy. I bear it because I know I’ll find eventual pleasure, but it’s not something I seek out more than I have to.”
“On Earth, most men would be offended to know they’re not as big as someone else. But in this case, I’ll most definitely make an exception.”
As she laughs, her pussy clamps down on me, sending a frisson of pleasure down my spine and into my balls. “Fuck, Zilara. God, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me.”
Reaching down, I grab her hips and try my best to ignore the need to ram into her. With my balls so tender and swollen, Iknow it will be agonizing. With easy movements, I slide out and run my hands along her thighs.
“Turn over for me, sweetheart. Bring that lovely ass into the air.”
“Like a cow,” she murmurs?
I can’t help but laugh despite the unease in her gaze. Honestly, it’s all just too ridiculous.
“On Earth, we call it doggy style. I’m not making you my cow, my strong, little Icorian. I just want to fuck you as hard as I can without injuring myself.”
Her eyes widen as she stares down at my balls. “Oh!” she cries out. “Yes. Yes, of course. I’m so sorry. I should have thought of that.”
As she turns, I catch her hips with my hand and jerk her into the position I want. “You can apologize by lying there and taking it. Every fucking inch.”
I line myself back up with her dripping entrance and slide in. God, but she’s even tighter from this angle. Groaning, I ease all the way in and stay there for a moment, reveling in the feeling of her pussy clenching around me.
Dragging myself back out, I slam in a touch harder this time, testing her body, seeing how much she can handle. Soft moans slip from her lips, but nothing pained or scared. I dig my hands into her hips, holding her steady as I glide out and ram back in.
God, but I’m not going to last long. My balls clench again, sending shards of that delicious agony skittering up my spine. It’s like blue balls, but not quite as sharp. Somewhere in between. Enough to be uncomfortable, but not enough to drive out the pleasure I derive from fucking her luscious body.
Sweat coats our bodies as the suns rise even higher overhead. She smells like fresh hay and sweet, tart fruit, all rolled into one. It’s alluring, addicting, and familiar.
Her pussy continues to clench around me as I pound into her, seeking my release in her lithe, willing body. “Touch yourself,” I grind out as I do my best to not lose myself so quickly in her.
I try to think of baseball stats, but none readily come to mind. Since that doesn’t work, I go down the list of designers I’ve modeled for, ranking them from easiest to work with, to the most difficult. But even that proves to be futile. With each swipe of her fingers, it makes her quiver around me even more, tightening her pussy around my erection until my eyes cross and I can’t see straight.
All I want to do is come. All I want is to pour myself out into her body, to fill her up as she finally drains me, milks me dry. The vision of her in the milking barn, of her mouth on me, sucking me, looking at me with that mix of lust and vulnerability sends me over the edge.
Grabbing at her supple skin, my hips jerk a few more times as blessed relief flows through my veins. My cock twitches as her cries of pleasure nearly drown out my roar of completion as cum finally surges from me and fills her up. She continues to touch herself, getting off as I reach down and massage my balls and wince as even more cum leaks from my body and spills into her greedy pussy.
It flows out from around my cock and dribbles onto the ground, drying almost instantly. I kneel there for a moment, my breath ragged as relief finally settles deep into my body, allowing me to fully fill my lungs with air. Eventually, I pull out of her as a spasm threatens to cramp up my calf. Seeing as I’m depleting as much as I am every time I cum, I need to make sure I’m replenishing my water and electrolytes.
Can’t let my little princess think I can’t handle all her needs. Smirking, I watch as my cum drips from her pussy to splash against the arid earth. I’m sure there’s something to commentabout that, but my mind refuses to work. Closing my eyes, I lean back and lie on the ground and simply breathe.
Soon, she shuffles over to me and lays a tentative hand on my chest. When I crack an eye open, I watch as she peers down, her brow furrowed.
“Did I hurt you?”
A laugh rumbles in my throat as I pull her next to me so she can lay her head on my pec. “No, sweetheart. I’m just still getting used to all this. I’m not used to coming like a horse.”
She burrows her face into my skin, and even though the heat becomes a tad insufferable, I don’t push her away. I enjoy feeling her all small and vulnerable next to me. All too soon, she’ll be back to the force to be reckoned with.
“I’m sorry. I wish I could be selfish and ask them to reverse the process. But I need you too much here. I need you to help me, to work for me. I’m awful, I know.”
I slide a finger under her chin and force her gaze to mine. “You’re not awful at all. And we can talk about all of this in a minute. For now, I need to let my brain catch back up with the rest of me.”
Her soft fingers draw swirls on my chest as lays her head back down. “It really is rather a lot of cum. Isn’t it?”
