Page 28 of Alien King Crashes the Wedding

“That’s it, baby. I knew you had a deep orgasm in you. Come for me. Do it again,” he growled as he clenched his fist in her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck as he pushed his finger deep inside again. Sasha screamed and bucked as more liquid gushed from her core.

He let go of her hair to find her engorged clit with his other hand. His stroke was firm and determined on her clit as he set up a matching rhythm inside her. Faster and faster he stroked, adding more and more pressure against the engorged nub until the throb became an unceasing wave of sensation pounding through her core. She screamed through another release as her body bucked against his fingers. She couldn’t maintain her position and slid to the floor.

He followed her down as she continued to climax, then pulled his fingers out and repositioned her on the floor with her head pointed toward the nearest wall. He spread her legs wide with one hand on the inside of each thigh. She was totally open and vulnerable Dagan bent down and flicked one tight nipple with his tongue, then sank lower and flicked her engorged nub. She screamed as her core clenched hard around nothing. She needed him inside her. She needed to be filled.

“Mine,” he growled, as he drove her wild with his hands and mouth. Soon all she could hear were her own keening cries as he pushed her over the edge again.

“Please. Yes, yes, yes.” She thrashed, unaware of everything but the sensations he created inside her.

Dagan lifted his head long enough to demand, “Tell me what you need, baby.”

“Inside me. I need you inside me. Please. Please,” she begged.

Dagan kissed his way up her torso and tugged on her sensitized nipple with his teeth. “My cock is so fucking big and hard you have to be ready for it, baby. I need you to take every fucking inch deep inside you.”

“Please. I’m ready. I need you right now,” she begged.

Dagan removed his clothing, reached down, and scooped her up into his arms. He carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the oversized bed.

“Turn over and put your sweet ass in the air, Sasha,” Dagan commanded in his deepest timbre. “The doctor told me you didn’t get pregnant last time because you were burning up with fever. You’re fine now, so let me be very clear. No more misunderstandings. I’m going to fuck you long and hard, and I’m going to fill you up with my seed, baby. You’re going to take every drop. Say you agree.”

“Please, yes, anything. Just don’t stop.” Sasha rolled over and kept her cheek on the bed as she positioned her body to take him. She leveraged most of her weight on her forearms and tucked her knees under her.

Dagan stood at the edge of the raised bed and pushed her ass toward the mattress, forcing her to spread her legs farther apart. His cock was huge and he knew that no matter how wet she was, his rock hard shaft was going to stretch her to the point of pain. He stroked his hands over the perfect globes of her ass and spread them apart so he could see her. “You’re so fucking tiny,” he groaned in anticipation. He positioned the tip of his shaft at her entrance and began to push in.

“Oh. Oh. Oh,” Sasha moaned. He was too big. How could she have forgotten? He was huge, stretching her to the point of pleasure-pain. “Ah!” The tip of his cock pushed through and she shuddered as he slid halfway in. That was enough for her. He pressed in another inch and she moved in protest. He wasn’t just too long; he was too thick as well.

“Easy, baby. Breathe. Tilt your ass and spread your legs a little wider. I’m not all the way in yet,” he gritted. It was torture not to slam his way home.

Sasha tried to do what he wanted and he slid in another inch. Then another. He pulled her hips back toward him a little farther and she trembled as he slid in the rest of the way. He held himself still and massaged her back. “That’s it, little one. I’m in.”

His cock was such a tight fit, she could feel every ridge, every pumping vein as he slowly worked his shaft out again. She groaned and her muscles clenched as all but the head of his cock slid out.

“Are you ready?” Dagan didn’t wait for her to answer. He slammed his cock balls deep inside her and bumped her cervix. She cried out, bucking involuntarily as an orgasm ripped through her. He continued to pound in and out as her inner channel clenched and released his cock. Over and over again. When her orgasm subsided, he smacked her ass and growled in satisfaction as she clenched around him again. “That’s it, baby. Feels so good.”Smack! Clench. Release.Smack!

Sasha screamed as heat spread across her ass and traveled to her core. Her inner walls tried to drain his seed from him. He grit his teeth but didn’t stop. He continued to pound his huge shaft deep inside her. He was so deep, and she was stretched so wide, she knew she would feel him for a week. His breathing matched his strokes, and he pounded his cock in and out at a furious pace.

“Mine. Say it,” he grunted. He was so close to the edge, he shook with the effort it took to contain his release.

“Say it, baby. Say you belong to me,” he growled.

“I belong to you!” she screamed as Dagan shot his seed deep inside her and they both crashed over the edge together.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Sasha stretched and snuggled contentedly into Dagan’s side. Even in sleep he liked to hold her close. She sighed contentedly. She was happy. Ecstatic at waking up next to the man she loved. But something wasn’t right. She was missing something. She could feel it in her bones. She frowned as she traced the markings on his shoulders and chest, mentally reviewing the past twenty-four hours.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Dagan rumbled sleepily as he pulled Sasha on top of him. “It’s early. The doctor said you still need rest.” He contentedly traced her curvy body with the tips of his fingers as he drifted back toward sleep.

Sasha wanted to mold herself to Dagan’s hard body. She wanted to get lost in his kiss, but this was more important. “Dagan, I want a big wedding someday. The human kind.”

Sasha moaned and her determination faltered as Dagan squeezed her waist and crushed her to him, causing her to arch slightly and grind her pelvis into his hardening shaft. He kissed her until she dug her nails into his shoulders, then traced a path down her neck, nibbling and kissing his way to her most sensitive spot. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and tilted her head to the side. She knew what he wanted. She wanted it, too, and arched her head a little more as she straddled his cock. His hard length slid into her wet, waiting channel. They both groaned and held each other tighter as she set a slow, sensual rhythm. He used his mouth and tongue to mark her skin as she rode him.

When Dagan was satisfied that his mark was once again properly displayed on her fair skin, he rolled her beneath him and quickened the pace. Her legs stayed clamped tight around him and he growled deep in his chest. Her nipples tingled and her inner core pounded out a demanding rhythm. Male satisfaction shined in his eyes.

“You’re conceited,” she added breathlessly.

“And you love it, my queen.” He grinned wolfishly.

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