Page 93 of What Makes an Alien a Dad?

“Fuck me, Kear,” I demanded. “Hard.”

I should probably take him upstairs to his bedroom. Let him make love to me on his terms, in a proper bed. For all intents and purposes, he was still a virgin. I owed it to him to do it right.

Only everything we did already felt so right. More right than anything I’d ever had before.

“I never wanted anyone in my life as much as I want you,” I moaned.

With a satisfied growl, Kear rose on his knees above me. Fisting his erection, he gave it one slow pump. His eyes remained on mine. He licked his lips as if ready to devour me.

Heat rushed through me from his attention. I felt no need to hide from his exploring gaze. I ran my hands up my sides, cupping my breasts and tugging on my nipples. Pleasure rippled along my skin, teasing with desire for more.

Sitting up, I gripped his hips.

“I want your ginormous dick inside me, Kear. Now.”

With a deep, low grunt, he flipped me over, my face to the back of the couch. I arched my back, thrusting my ass out in his direction.

A knee placed on each side of me, he slid his cock between my thighs. I parted my legs a little wider, giving him more space.

He leaned over me, rasping in my ear, “You want me to fuck you? Hard and raw?”

God, it shouldn’t feel as hot as it did, should it? My legs shook, desire clenching in my lower belly.

“Yes, please.” I reached between my legs, guiding him inside me.

He was huge, but I felt hot and slick after the orgasm he’d given me. He eased in a little. I moved back against him, taking more of him in.

“Maya...sweetheart,” he exhaled, dropping his head to my shoulder. “Fuck, you feel...”

“Better than a sex pod?” I giggled.

He moaned into my shoulder. “There is no comparison.”

Holding my hips tight, he pulled out a little, only to slam back in again.

“Yesss,” I hissed, gripping the back of the couch. “Just like that. All the way.”

He was so thick and impossibly long. His invasion felt absolute, taking over my body and all my senses.

“Fuck me, Kear.” I thrust back against him, pressing my forehead into the back of the couch.

Thrust after thrust, his control was slipping. He growled louder, moving faster, slamming inside me like a feral beast.

Lust raged in me, setting my blood on fire. I clawed at the leather of the couch, struggling to stay upright under the onslaught of his passion. His tail slipped around my right thigh, stroking the sensitive skin on the inside. The arrowhead tip brushed by my clit, sending a shot of heat through my body.

I whimpered in pleasure, burying my mouth into the back of the couch. He pressed his tail against my clit, rubbing harder. I bit into the leather as my climax neared. Wild, needy sounds tore from me. I rocked against Kear’s cock like a woman possessed. The orgasm gripped me. Hot, mind-blinding ecstasy rolled through me. The release was so intense, I sank my teeth into the leather, growling with abandon.

Kear dropped on top of me. His large body curled over mine, both shuddering with climax.

My teeth left a deep mark in the back of the couch.

“Sorry, I ruined your furniture,” I panted, coming down from the crest of passion and back into reality.

What had gotten into me? I’d acted insane. Walter would’ve been shocked and appalled if I bit and growled like that during sex with him. He’d probably have me committed to an institution or something.

Kear just laughed, catching his breath.

“I’ve done worse to this poor couch. I’ve accidentally stabbed it with my horns once or twice while fantasizing about all the things I’d do to you if I ever got you on it.”

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