Page 92 of What Makes an Alien a Dad?

He flipped me on my back and quickly did away with my panties, then parted my thighs.

I held my breath, my fingers gripping the soft leather of the couch. He’d seen me like this, open and exposed, many times before. But the expression on his face was new. His bright eyes shone with excitement. Darting his tongue out, he licked his lips, like a kid in a candy store.

It was as if he finally realized what he’d been missing all his life. And now he wished to try it all.

“Wait.” I pulled my knees closer, trapping his head between them. “Are you sure that’s what you want? Wouldn’t it be too much for the first time? It is your first time, Kear.”

He grinned. “Not if you count all the things I’ve already done to you in my imagination.”

With his head trapped between my knees, he slipped his tongue out between his lips. Dark-red and impossibly long, it stretched all the way down to my core. The tapered tip flicked my clit. Desire zapped through me, making my inner muscles clench.

“God... Kear.”

My knees fell apart, releasing him. He flashed me a cocky grin before diving in. His tongue swirled around my opening, as if testing the waters. With a strangled sound of pleasure, he slipped it deeper.

Raking my fingers through his fur, I found his horns and wrapped my hands around them, holding on for dear life as he took me for a ride.

The tip of his tongue stroked me from the inside. It brushed by a spot that sent a wave of pleasure through my lower belly. I arched my back with a moan. He glanced up at me with a smug look in his eyes.

This might be his first time, but he knew exactly what he was doing. Professor Thormus built his entire career on studying female bodies. He spent well over a year learning everything specifically about my body. He knew my biology better than I knew it myself, and now he was using every piece of that knowledge to drive me crazy with need.

I lifted my hips to his mouth to take full advantage of his wicked skills.

With the tip of his tongue dancing inside me, he folded it at the base, pressing the wider, thicker part of that magnificent organ of his to my clit. I bucked my hips under the onslaught of pleasure.

He held my thighs open with his hands, working me with his tongue only, inside and out.

I slid my hands up and down his horns, then gripped the very tips of them, pressing my core into his mouth. Pleasure rolled through me. The approaching orgasm teased with heat licking up my thighs. His tongue rubbed me from the outside as its tip flitted inside me. The dual stimulation rocked my body with bliss I’d never felt before.

The intense sensation crested and exploded through me with all-consuming pleasure. For a few fantastic moments, there was just Kear and me in the entire Universe; everything else fell apart.

He kissed up my body, slowly taking me down from the intense high he’d just sent me to.

“How are you so good at this?” I panted.

He smiled against my breast, his tongue flicking my nipple. “Long hours of practicing it step by step in my head. With my cock fisted in my hand.”

“Your poor little cock,” I teased.

“Little?” He arched an eyebrow.

“Giant,” I corrected myself. “Massive. Ginormous. I can’t wait to feel it inside me. Even if it splits me in two.”

He growled under his breath. His dark pupils dilated, taking over the pretty violet of his irises.

That ginormous cock of his pressed against my thigh. He was impossibly hard again. My inner muscles clenched, missing his tongue already.

He shifted higher, placing a kiss on my lips. It was gentle and sweet, his taste and mine mingling together. Palming my breast, he massaged it gently, stroking the tip with his thumb.

I wiggled my hips, rubbing against his erection.

“I want your tongue,” I begged, pulling back.

Where did this come from? I wasn’t sure. I used to love gentle and sweet. I still did. I enjoyed Kear’s tenderness. But the feral need for this man raged inside me, demanding more.

He kissed my lips once again. His tongue snaked into my mouth, twirling inside it as I hungrily kissed him back. The length of his tongue wrapped around mine, the tip reaching nearly all the way to the back of my throat. Still, it wasn’t enough.

I reached down, running my hands along his hard, throbbing cock. He broke our kiss with a sharp exhale.

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