Page 27 of His Brazen Bride

“We’ll ease you into it,” he says, fondling my breast. “I’ll go as slow as I can.” He runs his fingers over my pussy. “You’re still drenched. That will help.”

He brings his hand to his cock, mixing my slickness with his. The sight of him stroking himself is a huge turn on. I think I could watch him touch himself all day—well, until I got jealous.

He spreads my legs again, coaxing my thighs wider apart. Then he notches his cock at my opening, running the wet tip against me. He presses in slowly, then a little more. I inhale sharply.

“Okay?” he asks, his voice strained.

I nod.

“You’re tight, Gwen. Tight, and wet, and hotter than a lava planet.” He closes his eyes and his jaw tenses as I stroke his face. My other hand slides over his firm ass. It dimples as I squeeze it and pull him into me further.

“Oh,vrek,” he curses.

My body stretches wide as I take him in. But I have faith the pain will lessen soon.

Finally, it does, and I throw my head back. “Ryz,” I whimper, when he’s buried in me to the hilt.

He begins to thrust in and out, and I moan loudly, his thick length filling me like nothing ever has before.

“You still okay?” he asks, between gritted teeth.

“Yeah,” I say on a groan.

His cock’s ridges and that slickness have my pussy walls tingling now, throbbing, each pump probing and touching me in a way that feels spectacular.

“You feel so good,” I cry out, as he thrusts even deeper.

He growls again.

“I’m so close to coming again, Ryz. I can’t hold back.”

“I’m close too,” he grunts.

When he leans down to kiss me, I wrap my legs around his hips. That changes the angle just enough that sparks light up my pussy, and I scream his name.

My god, this copper alien—my husband—is making me come again!

Ryz groans and his head flies back, eyes open and flashing, as he roars like a lion. His body shakes as if lightning is running through him. For all I know, it is.

I’m trembling along with him as I feel the heat of his seed surging into me.

We’re left panting, my heart trying to catch up.

When he slides out of me after a few moments, I miss the stretch of his cock and the heat of his body. I turn to snuggle into him, resting my head on his shoulder, surprising myself.

He buries his face in my hair and inhales deeply.

“Wife, you have a gift,” he says with a sigh. “That was magnificent.”

“It truly was,” I reply, stroking his chest.

“But I will not be swayed by your seduction. The search party will wait until I deem it safe.”

Fuck. He knew exactly what I was doing the whole time.

As I seethe, I hear his breathing deepen.

The bastard is asleepalready?

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