“Garrak?” I wheezed, one hand wrapping around his thick wrist where he pushed me against the table. “Wha…?”
His eyes flared green. “You liked that?”
“Dear God,yes, but what about?—”
I didn’t have time to finish my sentence because he pulled his cock entirely from my pussy, then plunged it back in again. Another orgasm burst over me, and this time my yell was weaker. My muscles were already half-jelly, and I merely bucked beneath him, as if electric shocks ran through my body.
“Garrak,” I whimpered, my head falling back. “I want…”
WhatdidI want? I wantedhimto find pleasure?
But he’d said this wasn’t abouthispleasure. Was this just formine?
He withdrew, and I tried to close my legs. I was drained from myfourthorgasm in such a short time. Each inch of my skin tingled, and my muscles felt wobbly.
But he used his hips to hold my knees apart and my legs open. When I realized what he meant to do, I whimpered helplessly…then he thrust into me once more, and the instant-O hit me with a shudder.
I was pinned beneath him, my inner muscles convulsing helplessly and my limbs shaking as he stared down at me.I watched his ridged tongue flick out to brush against one of his tusks, and for the first time I wondered if it was possible for a male to enjoy a female’s pleasure without coming himself.
He slowly pulled out, each ridge torture, and I scrambled for his forearm. “Garrak—” I wanted to tell him to fuck me, to find his own pleasure, but I couldn’t form words. Couldn’t form thoughts. “Please…”
“Begging for my cock, Stevie?”
“I—” I was near to tears, perhaps, everything blending together. “You—please.”
His cock plunged into me again, and this time I arched again, crying out as the tearsdidbegin to flow down my cheeks with the intensity of my climax. I think he withdrew and slammed into me again before that one was even done, a seventh—or twentieth—orgasm crashing over me before the last finished.
Sobbing now, I writhed beneath him, exhausted, muddled, unable to breathe. My whole body felt liquid, as if I’d melted into a puddle of confused tears. When Garrak’s hips pulled back, and I knew he was going to thrust into meagain, I tightened my hold on his wrist and tried to press my knees together.
“Wait!” I sobbed. “Please…” My head shook from side to side as I tried to form thoughts. “I’ve never…”
Don’t get me wrong; each orgasm had felt better than the last, but I waswrecked. I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t comprehend what was happening. All I knew was that I needed a moment—it wastoo muchof everything.
To my relief, Garrak had paused, his fingers now caressing my skin, watching me as I tried to gain control of my giant puddle of bodily fluids.
“You liked that, sweetheart?”
It had been amazing. It had been almost too much. I was shaking when he reached for me. “I didn’t think that was possible,” I muttered, shuddering against him. “No guy has ever…”
Wow.
Garrak collected me in his arms, lifting me against him. I snuggled against his chest, my pussy throbbing with overstimulation, andfelthis pride. He moved, then sat, and I thought we might have been on the couch, but I couldn’t open my eyes.
I was drained, utterly. Completely drained. Confused. Naked, with each inch of my skin electrified by the male currently cuddling with me.
Garrak pressed a kiss to the crown on my head, and I felt myself sinking into oblivion. I needed to get cleaned up, get dressed, drink some water, for fuck’s sake, to rehydrate.
But for now? I couldn’t eventhinkof moving.
“Stevie?” he murmured, and the most I could do was hum in acknowledgement. His chest rumbled. “You just came on my cock again and again.”
Oh God, I did. I hummed again, snuggling closer. “So good,” I assured him.
“I promise you, sweetheart: your pimp Hendricks doesn’t get to decide who you are anymore. You’re mine.”
Exhaustion was claiming me, but I had to set him straight. I wasn’t a whore, no matter what this had looked like from the beginning.
Garrak’s heart beat beneath my cheek, and the rhythm was intoxicating. I sank into darkness, but just before I did, I made myself speak.
