Page 65 of Treasured By the Alien Rogue

He slid his fingers inside me, and his groan rang out. “How can you be this wet?”

“Because I want you. Nothing’s faked about that.”

“You do.”

I could hear the amazement in his voice.

He guided the head of his cock to my entrance and pushed forward, but he couldn’t get even a bit of it inside me. “You’re small.”

“You’re big. We established that already.”

His second cock, such a good boy cock that it was, already knew its mission and had shifted around to attach like a little suction cup to my clit. It pumped and spasmed, and if it kept doing that much longer, it was going to be all over for me for a second time.

“Make that thing slow down,” I growled. “Make it wait until you’ve put some of that cock inside me and you’re moving it around.”

His low laugh rang out, followed by a pop as his second cock slid away from my clit. It rested beside it, poised for action the moment I had need.

“Brace yourself, mate,” he purred by my ear.

For one second, a touch of fear shot through me. What if it didn’t fit? What if he pushed hard and I . . . split. Tore. Or whatever might happen when someone tried to put something too big inside my “tight” passage.

He continued to drag the head of his cock through my wetness, thrusting gently whenever he passed my entrance, but he somehow sensed my thoughts, because he stopped moving. “I can love you with my mouth alone. My second cock will be happy to suck on your clit, and my fingers will work just as well.”

But that wouldn’t do much for him. While I could get him off after with my hand or my mouth, it wasn’t the same thing.

“Keep trying,” I said.

“Tell me if it hurts. Please. I don’t want to cause you any harm.”

“Try,” I snarled. “I’m ready. You’re more than ready. And my passage, as you call it, is eager to see what that big cock can do.”

“Alright.” He seated himself again and rocked his hips forward. The head slid inside, and oh, how amazing it felt.

“More,” I said.

“No pain?”

“It’s very large. I can feel how big it is, but no, it doesn’t hurt.”

He braced my hips with his hands and pulled out, pushing forward again. More slid inside.

“Keep doing it like that. I know we can fit more of you inside.”

“Not all of me.”

“And that’s okay. We can make this work.”

“You’re amazing, mate. Amazing.”

I grinned. “I’m not only amazing. I’m a very good girl.”

His low laugh rang out. “You are. A very good girl.” Pulling out, he shifted forward again, each thrust seating his cock deeper inside me.

Finally, he reached the end of me, and while he paused to give me a chance to adjust, we both groaned.

“You feel wonderful.” He panted by my ear. “You’re wet and tight. I’m going to come pretty fast, which makes me feel as if I’m not as good a youngling as you are a good girl.”

“Take a breather, then.”

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