Page 21 of Abducting Sarah

I smiled and shook my head. “No. Just don’t stick your tongue so far into my mouth.”

He appeared thoughtful for a moment, then asked, “May I try again?”

“Yes.”

He kissed me, this time more carefully. Things heated up fast between us and I wrapped my legs around him while our mouths feasted on each other. I didn’t care anymore about him being too big for me. I was willing to try anything he wanted. After being deprived for so long, my body desperately wanted to be fucked.

Deacon lifted himself upward, arching his back at the same time. The thick head of his cock poised at my wet slit. But he waited, with his eyes on mine. I was taken by this show of restraint, and I nodded my acquiescence.

He murmured, “If I hurt you, tell me and I will stop so you can adjust to my size.”

“I will.”

He slowly pressed himself into me, spreading my pussy wide with his cock. The feeling overwhelmed me. I had never been so completely filled in my life. I took a deep breath, and it shot out of my lungs. The stretch was almost enough to make me come—with only so much room to maneuver, my G-spot was tight against his cock. His solid veins pulsed against my insides, toying with me there and making me quiver for him.

He had entered me with one stroke, then held still. It was as though he was waiting for me to object. But I cocked my hips up to him, ready to receive whatever he wanted to give me, becausewhat the hell. Why not enjoy this insane alien fantasy?

He took the cue, retracted, and thrust deeper still. This time, he groaned, too. Deacon angled himself back, making the head of his cock massage my G-spot more, shorting out my brain. Each thrust was fireworks in my core, and I knew I would explode. Hopefully,beforehe tore me apart with his massive cock.

He couldn’t fit all of himself into me, and I was glad he didn’t try. He was already bottoming out on most strokes. But the true masochist in me almost wanted him to make the effort. Just to try it.

His eyes closed and the taupe shimmer of his skin pulsed and fluttered while he fucked me. I was shocked at first, but I wondered if his shimmer pulse was the human equivalent of the goosebumps he gave to me. I snaked my arms beneath his, planted my nails in his meaty back, and licked up his chest as I writhed on his cock. I needed to feel his body with everything I had.

He growled like a beast and said, “You’re so fucking tight.”

Maybe the shimmer pulse means he’s about to come?

Oh hell—heirs.

Then I nearly laughed at myself.Not like I could get pregnant from him anyway. Wrong species.

“Come for me, Deacon,” I purred, seducing him instead.

“I’m right here,” he said, confused. “Can you not feel me?”

It was all I could do not to laugh at our miscommunication, but I didn’t want to upset him. I gasped as he thrust once more. “I feel you, Deacon. You feel incredible. I want you to orgasm.”

He took my hands from his back and pinned them to the bed above my head. “You first.”

Then he pounded me into the mattress. Carefully still, but he went much faster than before, making my body bend to his will. His enormous weight on my hands was too much though, and I winced.

He stopped abruptly. “Are you hurt?”

Between gasps, I panted, “Too much on my hands. Too heavy for me.”

He jerked his own away, flattening the mattress as he moved them. “I apologize, Sarah.”

“Don’t stop, Deacon, I’m so close,” I whispered.

He resumed driving into my body with his own, but this time, he gripped the edge of the mattress. He used it for more leverage. With him on top of me, surrounded by his body, overwhelmed by his cock, I was trapped by every part of Deacon, yet I knew I could stop him at any moment. All it took was a wince or a word, and he would stop. I was in charge of this massive beast, and that made me feel powerful.

Until that power surged through my body, weakening me to the point of nothingness. My orgasm curled through my limbs, making me feebly thrash beneath him. His cock throbbed and swelled inside of me, making his thrusts shorter and stronger. He growled again, but there were no words this time. Guttural utterances croaked through his chest and his head whipped back when he howled.

Abruptly, Deacon pulled out, coming all over my stomach—long, hot spurts of thick fluid painting my skin. I was relievedto see it was whitish and similar to human cum, except for the volume, which was abundant and more than I could have held inside my body.

“Fuck.” He panted, looking at me with wry shock. “Never so hard…ever.”

“Same here,” I agreed, trying to catch my own breath before asking for a towel to clean myself up.

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