“Oh no, not yet.” He pulled back with a gentle pat to her pussy, making her scowl.
“But I was almost there!” She pushed up on her elbows to scowl at him. The bastard was grinning as he licked her juices from his fingers.
Oh god. That was so hot.
“I know.” He stood, stroking his cock as his eyes flashed purple again. “You taste so good. I could spend eons licking your cunt.”
She jerked at the word, then huffed a laugh. “If you’re not going to let me come on your lips, it had better be because I’m going to come on your dick.” Her eyes dropped to his groin with a smirk as he grabbed his cock and squeezed, groaning.
“I would pay thousands of credits just to hear you talk like that.”
He climbed onto the bed, lying down with one arm stretched behind his head in a way that made his arm muscles bulge. He patted the space next to him. She ignored the gesture, instead crawling toward him and then straddling his hips.
Time to take the lead.
She lowered herself slowly, her dripping wet core settling against his hard dick, pressing his length onto his stomach. He drew in a sharp breath as she leaned forward, breasts brushing against his chest as she dropped a light kiss on his lips.
“My turn,” she said, lifting to grip his cock and line him up with her entry.
His hands gripped her hips, fingers tightening as she lowered herself ever so slowly down his length.
“Lady, help me,” Gark moaned, watching with wide eyes at where their bodies were joined.
She knew what he meant. Every nerve ending in her pussy was working overtime as his thick length stretched her in the most delicious way.
“Oh god. Oh fuck.” Aletta couldn’t stop herself from using every curse word she’d ever heard—and making up a few for good measure—as she seated herself fully.
She’d never felt so full.
He’d ruined her.
Gark’s fingers tightened as she rolled her hips, grinding her clit against him to send sparks of pleasure through her.
And then any illusion of control she’d had was shattered as he lifted her halfway off his dick, leaving her feeling empty and aching and wanting more. She mewled, embarrassingly, and tried to lower herself onto him, but his hands held her firmly.
“Patience, beautiful.”
She pouted. “I’m not patient. I want you to fuck me. I want your dick so bad, Gark.”
He looked up from where he’d been admiring the sight of her partially impaled on his cock. “Beg.”
She snorted. “I don’t beg.” She rolled her eyes.
He lifted his hips slightly, moving an inch in and out of her. It wasn’t enough. She wanted it all.
Fuck it.
“Oh god, please, Gark. I need you to fuck me. Please fuck me, let me have your gorgeous cock. It feels so fucking good. I need it. I need you. I need you.”
And then, with a growl, his control snapped.
CHAPTER 15
GARK
She was glorious as she sat astride him, head thrown back and curls clinging to her neck in damp ringlets. She didn’t seem to be aware that she was cupping her breasts, holding them out to him like an offering. Everything about her was begging him to worship her, and she didn’t even know it.
But when she’d used the words? Well, now he knew what he was missing in his life. Her.
