Page 34 of The Alien's Little Sister

“Oh, shit, honey,” I breathe, trying to pull out enough I can look at her. My eyes fall to where I’ve got her speared.

Again, she holds me in place with her claws. I bet the cheeks of my ass are going to hurt like fuck later, but there’s something about being buried balls deep in a woman that has a way of making dug-in nails feel like sexy goads. My cock kicks inside of her, making us both utter grunted noises.

I grit my teeth, hating that what feels so good—sofuckinggood—to me, causes her pain.

I want to move.

But I don’t want to hurt her worse. I’ve done enough already.

That said, I’m not a machine. I can’t stay still like this much longer. My upstairs brain is shorting out, and my cock is volunteering to call all the shots. “Tell me how I can move,” I manage to say hoarsely.

Inara takes a shuddering breath that has my heart seizing up. “Do what you feel is good, Matthew. I want you to.”

Falling forward, dropping my forehead to hers—a move I regret instantly, because it’s like clunking against a brick wall, she’s got some serious plating between her horns—I move my hips back slowly, sort of loving the way she’s got my ass caught in her talons. It might be a little sick, how much I like it.

As I start sinking my length back inside her, to my relief, her body relaxes under mine, the pained tension in her releasing. But my burning need to blow my load has backed off considerably, my libido cooling at her show of distress.

“I’m going to sit up,” I tell her, and she pulls her claws out of my skin.

I hiss at the sting. “Had that coming,” I mutter, getting to my knees and reaching over her for a pillow, which I jam under her hips, making her mouth form a little fanged O of surprise, her neck arching. I hope this means she’s liking the change in her body’s angle in relation to where I’m impaling her.

“Better?” I choke out.

She nods. “Yes, thank you.”

I meet her eyes. “Baby, you shouldn’t have to thank me.” And gritting my teeth, I draw out of her slowly.

I’d swear I’ve been told that women don’t really bleed, or at least don’t bleed much, when they lose their virginity. Especially if that thin, fleshy little membrane gets stretched nicely first. Evidently, Inara’s hymen didn’t read this rule because there’s a dark stain on my dick. It isn’t red, but it’s her blood (not a lot, butsomeis too much), and I feel like a shitheel.

I wrap my hand around my shaft and drag it along her seam deliberately. Thrusting with the restraint we really could have used two minutes ago, I tease her clit, smearing her wetness and inadvertently, her blood.

I stay braced above her, jacking myself and fondling her clit until she’s shaking under me and crying out my name along with a stream of unfamiliar alien words.

She adds words I do understand though. Words I like a lot. “I want you,” she pants. “Matthew, please!” she begs prettily.

And who am I to turn down a lady? “Yes, ma’am,” I tell her, my throat tight, voice hoarse like she’s had me roaring.

“Wait,”she gasps when I’m once again poised at her entrance.

She sits up, her knees falling open wider as she leans forward, looking down at her sex. She inserts a hand between us, and my jaw drops open as she spreads her labia, peering at herself as much as she can from her angle.

Why is this so hot to watch?

I don’t know, but I’m about to nudge against her, so turned on I can’t think straight.She’s touching herself right in front of me.

She turns her hand. With the precision of a cobra, she spits on herself and quickly swipes her spittle-coated, slender fingers over her labia.

“Hang on, I’ll grab lube,” I start, but she raises her head a fraction—keeping her jaw lowered, her lips drawn back, her tongue curled to her palette to allow for more spitting, I guess, because the next thing I know, she’s hocked a loogie on me. Square onto my dick.

I flinch when it strikes my cock, the shaft glistening with her hot spray of saliva. It’s startling, temperature-wise, because her spit isrealhot.

And as far as sexy moves go, I can’t explain why watching her spit on me is hot in a whole other way, but it is. Obligingly, I give myself a good tug, twisting my grip to smear her spit along my length. And fuuuuuck—I swear I get even harder. My excitement levels could use some toning down at this rate.

“Ready?” I ask her, gaze chasing over her luscious curves until I’m meeting her eyes.

“Mmmhmm,” she replies, gaze glued to my straining dick.

When my cockhead bumps her already fuck-swollen slit, she bares her teeth, and so do I. When I sink inside of her, she moans sweet, crying, “Yes! Matthew—unh!”and her head drops back, her neck arched, just begging for me to kiss it. So I drop over her and do exactly this.

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