Page 71 of An Alien for the Farm

And maybe, I need him too.

“Liora,” Zynar whispers, and I close my eyes briefly.

“Zynar…” I slide against him, a tingle going through me. Am I just supposed to do this the regular way or is there something else? A method to this. I never asked Varek for the details.

Zynar needs to rut. Do I just let him?

My breaths quicken with the idea. To be at his mercy while he fills me over and over again. That sounds like the sort of heaven only present in the depths of the filthiest fiction. Can I really live it?

As I move my body against his, the sensation sends trickles of energy straight to my core.

“I’ve never done this before,” I whisper, eyes rising to meet his. The absolute heat in his almost sets me aflame. “But I guess neither have you.”

I run my hand down his jaw and grind my hips against his belly again. Zynar purrs so loudly, I feel a trickle of need go through my core.

“You knew I was yours?” I whisper. “Is that why you volunteered to work here?”

Zynar doesn’t answer and judging from the rising fire in his eyes, he’s being consumed too.

“Did you feel it?” I whisper, still rolling my hips. “You thought I was yours all along?”

He growls then and it isn’t a growl of encouragement. He’s pissed.

I smile a little. “Did I say that wrong?” I whisper. “Fine. I am yours, Zynar. Not a thought. Not a doubt. I’m yours.”

Goodness, should it feel so good to say that?

Zynar growls again and bucks. Beneath my bum, his cock is like a hard pole I’ve been ignoring. I shudder, my eyes growing heavy-lidded with pleasure and need.

I’m so turned on, I don’t think I can continue without the one thing I’m really craving for. I release him to brace up on my arms as I look down between us. I’m still clothed, in the tunic at least. There’s nothing underneath. My throat goes dry as I see his cock jerk. Hard. It slaps against my ass, a string of pre-cum hanging from the tip as it rises and slaps down hard again.

Breaths coming hard, I reach for him, my entire body humming and a feeling of sweet honey gathering in my core as I align him with my entrance. I rub the sloped head there, a moan deep in my throat as I smear his spend all over my channel in preparation for him. I’m slow as I bear down, a groan rumbling from my lips at the same time that Zynar suddenly slams his hips upward. He slides in, deep, and I gasp, taking a moment to realign myself and breathe. But there’s no slowing down. No time to catch a breath. My arms slam down, gripping his shoulders as Zynar begins to pound into me with a fervor that is unmatched. My eyes roll back, words fail to come to my lips as I stiffen, thinking this is going too quickly, too fast.

But the pleasure. My body opens to him. With each thrust, I stretch, wrapping around him and taking him all. A groan barrels up into my throat as Zynar’s hips move. Even without the use of his arms and legs, I feel the power he’s sending through each thrust. When he goes too deep at one point and I wince, he goes suddenly still. My eyes flutter open and I look down at him from where I’m bracing with all my might.

My chest is heaving as his cock throbs deep inside me. Right. He’s still in there. He’s not all gone. Zynar doesn’t want to hurt me, but he needs me to be open to him.

I allow myself to relax. Settling against him, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and bury my face into his chest, inhaling deeply.

“Do it, Zynar. Make…make love to me like you want to.”

I’m not sure he understands, but when I move my hips, he suddenly slides upward again, pushing him so deep my clit responds again. It stretches with the pressure of his thrust, making me groan once more.

I melt, releasing all the pent-up energy inside me. I don’t fight the thrusts. I don’t fight the call. I lean into them both. I let myself feel. I let myself feel real desire.

His pumps become fast, long, and deep, so much so that I’m happy I decided to stop resisting and just let things happen the way they should. My knees could never hold up riding him with this intensity. Not with the pressure of the pleasure shooting through me.

I cry out, an orgasm crashing through me that probably even eclipses the last one. For a moment, I remember that Varek is just in the other room, and that he can hear everything. But that thought is quickly erased when Zynar groans so loudly, the walls shake.

He comes. So much, that I feel it bursting through the seam between us.

I collapse, breaths coming hard as I shift my gaze up to Zynar’s. “Feel better?” I whisper.

His cock, still hard, jerks within me. What was I thinking? They apparently don’t call this a rut as a joke.

As he begins thrusting again, mingling the remnants of his spend and mine, I ease forward as much as I can. Zynar tilts his hips and follows me as I place a soft kiss on his chin.

“I’ve been falling in love with you,” I murmur as he begins thrusting harder. He probably won’t even remember any of this and yet I speak anyway. “Where I come from, we don’t have bonds like this.” His pace picks up and it’s an effort to speak now. “So if this doesn’t work, I’d like to tell you something.”

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