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My fingers unlatch the button and then tug the tight material of her trousers down her hips. Her undergarments go with them, revealing how she’s already slick for me. The sight has my cokas harder than ever. Her very smell is enough to drive a male insane.

I guide her a few steps backwards until her legs touch the mattress on the sleeping platform. She sits and obediently lies back, allowing me to place her legs on my shoulders.

I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been craving this. My tongue drives through her folds. Her taste is exquisite. It’s even more pleasurable when she moans, gasps, and squirms beneath me. To know that it is I that pleasures her, to know that I can bring her to her peak over and over again.

I flick my tongue over her nub, that tiny bundle of nerves that has her shattering beneath me. I press forward and suckle hard at the bead, unrelenting. She bucks her hips so hard that I’m nearly knocked away, but her grip on my horns keeps me in place.

“Please, Jaraz, I can’t take much more of this. Please, just fuck me already,” she begs.

I grin up at her. I like it when she begs. I’m a pretty generous male; after all, I’d willingly give my life for another. But there are times when I take everything for myself. This is one of those times. My little mate having only one orgasm? That’s not enough. I want them all. They are mine.

Chapter

Ten

KAYLA

Jaraz is a man possessed. I’ve never met a guy who’s ever been so excited to eat a lady out. This guy takes pure unadulterated pleasure in the act.

I love it.

I hate it.

“Please,” I beg. “It’s too much.”

My whole body thrums and throbs. My heart beats hard in my chest, and I fear it might just break free. I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had. If he keeps this up... is it possible to die from an orgasm overload?

Apparently, I’ve been signed up to test the theory.

I shove at Jaraz’s horns, forcing him away. He glares at me as if I’ve just taken away his favorite toy. Oh geez, he has no clue how sexy he looks staring at me like I am the very air he needs to live.

I don’t stop pushing against his horns. I wriggle forward on the bed, the covers damp from my own slick beneath me, until I can stand. Then I continue guiding him backwards, until Jaraz is forced to brace himself with his hands.

“Lie down,” I command. I am actually telling him what to do. Such a big guy, capable of doing all sorts of devastating things—as if my body isn’t already!—, and I’m the one giving the orders.

With some assistance, I strip Jaraz out of his pants. He’s given me countless orgasms, and yet, he’s still wearing his pants. How is this possible? I mean, back on Earth, some late-night hookups would be putting on their pants leaving me unsatisfied. Oh, how the tables have turned!

Jaraz’s cock springs free, proudly standing tall. It’s so different from a human’s. Long. Red. It has ridges and what I can only describe as bulges. I grip him, squeezing and massaging.

Just my touch is enough to elicit a long moan from him. He’s not silent about voicing his pleasure. It’s intoxicating to know that I’m the one making him feel like this.

Normally, I’d gratify him orally. Normally I’d tease him until he was as restless as I, but I’m desperate.

I crawl over him, my hips positioning over his weapon. What else can I call it? It’s huge. I’m still not sure it’s going to fit. Slowly, oh so slowly, I lower myself onto him. The pressure is intense. So good. There’s a burning sting as he enters me, but I find myself wanting more. Needing more.

“Slowly,” Jaraz grunts, his hands coming up to grip my hips. His claws dig into my skin, small pricks of pleasure. “You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He’s trembling beneath me. The need to thrust into me is nearly overwhelming. That knowledge has fresh heat gathering in my core, easing his way. I start to bounce my body, my breasts jiggling, as I impale myself on him. Over and over again. He slides in further with each thrust.

“Oh god,” I pant as one of his bulges stretches me wide. I feel so full. I feel so complete.

Sex has never been this intense. I’m so close, another orgasm just out of reach. I don’t think I can survive this.

Yet, like a mad woman, I press down more. I take him all the way in, my soft body enveloping his hardness.

I lean heavily on his chest, my core adjusting to his girth and length. I giggle at how close I feel, just by having him inside of me. He’s not even moving! Of course, that motion alone makes me moan. The smallest shift has me lighting up, a fire building inside like one I’ve never experienced.

Jaraz’s hands flex, and then he’s pulling me upward. I cry out as his bulges stroke across hidden nerves. My hips buck of their own volition, pleasure washing over my body. Tingles build, running down my spine, then flaring out over my limbs.

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