Page 63 of Treasured By the Alien Rogue

“Is this a one-time thing? I can only suck on your pretty little clit once? Only drive my fingers and tongue into you once?”

“Oh, no. You can do that more than once.”

“Are you setting guidelines? If so, can I advocate for daily?”

“Daily?” she gulped. “You’d want to suck on my clit every day?”

“More than once a day if you think you’d enjoy it.”

“You need to be cloned.”

I didn’t know what she meant, but I was going to take this as yes. “Three times if we can fit it into your tea shop schedule.”

Her cheeks got as pink as her nipples. “I think we can arrange for that.”

“If you lay on your new counter and part your thighs, we could count that as one time.” I stroked my finger down her wet crease, sliding my thumb inside when I found her wet for my touch. “And maybe after your guests leave at the end of the day, we can ask your tea shop god to craft a special chair I can bend you over to sample your amazing body a second time.”

I slid two fingers inside her and groaned at how wet and wonderful she was.

“Yes,” she hissed.

“The third time will be before bed, perhaps with you lying on another piece of furniture inside our home.” I started pumping my fingers within her, and she rode them so well, thrusting her hips up to meet my hand. I rubbed her sweet clit with my thumb, savoring how tight it was, how eager. She was going to take my cock just as well. I might not have done this before, but in my heart, I knew it.

“What about first thing in the morning?” she croaked. “Or are you not a morning person?”

I ran my tongue across her clit and nibbled with my tusks while she mewed and pumped against me. Truly, it was hard to leave her lovely body long enough to reply, but I felt I must. “Four times then. Can we leave this open for more than three?”

“Xax, you definitely need to be cloned.”

Chapter 30

Amanda

Who said good sex had to be structured or serious? I was so turned on right now, I was going to explode, and we’d been joking about all the different ways and places he was going to give me oral.

“We can leave it open,” I squeaked. How could he expect replies when he was sucking on my clit, and his nice thick fingers were plunging inside me?

A groan ripped from me as he glided his tongue from my clit to my entrance. He might make me drippy later, but he would only be adding to the drippiness, because I felt saturated with eagerness already.

“I’m going to make you come right now, mate,” he said. “And then I’ll make you come around my cock.”

“Does that count as two of the three plus we plan for today?” I was teasing. No one would want to lick me between my legs four times a day.

“No,” he growled against my flesh. He started moving his finger faster, doing a curling thing with them when he slid them out, and I lost all train of thought.

I had no problem with coming from this and then from his cock. I was going to get that big stick of meat inside me one way or another. I wasn’t leaving this bedroom until I did.

Funny how I was horrified by its size when I first saw it. Now I wanted to feel the burn of it driving deep within me. I doubted I’d be able to take all of it. Contrary to popular belief, we didn’t necessarily stretch down there outside of childbirth. And I wasn’t going to contemplate something like that during this intimate moment. We’d make sure some of his cock was stuffed inside me and moving around soon.

Losing all control, I whimpered and jerked my legs up to plant my heels on the bed. Then I started thrusting up against his fingers. My mind was spiraling. My body was shuddering already.

And when he licked my clit and then did that nibbling thing I was quickly coming to adore, I gave way all at once, crashing down before rocking through what had to be the most powerful orgasm of my life.

“Yes,” he crooned, stroking my clit while I continued to ride the wave. “Aren’t you a good girl. Take what you need. Take it and then some more, lovely one.”

There he went, feeding me the praise I adored. My body rocked again, though it was more aftershocks than another orgasm.

When I finally collapsed on the bed, he continued to stroke me through the ongoing shudders, telling me how amazing I was, how pretty my clit was, and how he adored my wet passage.

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