Page 18 of Alien Knight Steals the Bride

Juliette’s breathing hitched up a notch. Anticipation made her quiver as she obeyed his command. The position made her breasts lift invitingly, her nipples achy and pebbled, the hard tips clearly delineated through her dress.

Torrin grabbed the edge of the material and yanked, exposing her completely for the second time. Her nipples pebbled harder, her breasts plump and tight. Leaning down, he traced his lips across one distended nipple, only taking the tip into his mouth when she arched toward him invitingly. Swirling the peak in his mouth, he sucked hard, alternately tugging and soothing her taut nipple with his teeth and mouth, kneading her other breast with his hand until her hips were writhing in time to his mouth, pleased by her response.

Reaching for the cylinder, he drizzled a small amount of paste over the top of her thigh. “Does that feel okay? No burning or itching?” he asked, checking to make sure she wouldn’t have an adverse reaction to the paste.

“It’s fine. Good,” she panted. “Tingly.”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“No. No stopping,” she groaned. “Definitely no stopping. It feels amazing!”

Torrin chuckled. “Very well. We shall begin.” Tipping the cylinder, he poured the paste over every inch of her body, massaging the paste into her delicate skin from her toes to her shoulders, licking and kissing his way up and down her body as he worked the paste into her muscles, just as she had done.

Juliette tingled everywhere. Desire pounded through every cell. She was on fire for him. “Oh… oh… yes… oh my god. It’s like you’re licking and kissing and… and… oh god… all over.”

“Not all over,” he disagreed, his shaft rock hard, weeping with anticipation. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, “I’m going to put some deep inside you.”

Juliette spread her legs as ordered, the plump outer lips of her feminine core spreading like a flower to reveal her engorged, throbbing clit. Torrin’s low growl of male satisfaction went through her like a bolt of lightning. He smeared the paste over her clit, massaging and flicking the nub until she was moaning and writhing once again, her legs closing over his hand instinctively.

Torrin’s hand stilled. “Open your legs,” he commanded.

Panting, Juliette shook her head. “I-I don’t think I can. It tingles… so good… please…”

“Have you been fully breached before?” he asked, hoping she would answer in the affirmative. He wasn’t sure how gentle he could be. He wanted to pound his cock into her tight sheath more than he wanted his next breath. Her nod was all he needed in answer.

“Good. I’m going to fuck you with my mouth and fingers to get you ready for my cock. I’m a big man all over.”

“I-I’ve had big before,” she admitted breathlessly.

“Not like me, you haven’t,” he warned. “You need to be ready for me. So I’ll say again, open your legs. Wide.”

Juliette moaned at his commanding tone, opening her legs as far as they would go.”

“Wider,” he ordered.

“I can’t without using my hands.”

“Very well,” he nodded, grinning. “You may have the use of your hands, but you must use them to hold your pussy wide open while I insert the maju paste.”

Juliette thrashed as his thick finger found her entrance and pushed deep. “Ah!” she shouted, her inner walls spasming, gripping his finger. She was still sensitive from their earlier play.

Spreading her knees as wide as she could, she obeyed his command, reaching down and opening herself further. She felt exposed all over again. Would she feel like that every time with him? Wet heat trickled from her as his eyes raked over her sex. She groaned in embarrassment.

“Open wider, Juliette,” he ordered, using his free hand to push her knees wider, stretching her to the point of pain, staring at her open pussy. “I wish to ready you for my cock.”

Juliette pulled herself open as far as she could, her cheeks flaming as he looked his fill, his heated gaze taking in every detail.

“You’re wet, but you’re not ready to takeallof me yet.” He dipped two fingers into the paste, pushing slowly into her wet, eager sheath. “This should help with any pain or discomfort.” Torrin added a third paste covered finger and spread them deep inside her. Filling her. Stretching. Stretching.

Soon, the tingling began. “Oh. Oh. So good,” she moaned.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Almost ready.” Again he pushed paste deep inside her, pressing deeper. Faster. His mouth found her swollen clit and sucked in time to his pounding fingers. She cried out, needing more. Needing his shaft deep inside her. Needing him to fill her.

“That’s it, princess,” he groaned, his own breath ragged from his ministrations, his fingers still stretching, rubbing, stroking. “You can take it. Have to stretch you. Have to see how much you can take,” he warned, pushing a fourth finger deep inside her. His mouth found her clit again and sucked hard. Pressure built inside her as he pushed harder, finding her most sensitive spot. She let out a yell, a plea, and he pressed again to the same spot. Sucked faster. Her toes tingled. Her nipples tingled. Every cell in her body throbbed with desire. Pulsed. Heat spread throughout, her body flushing. She couldn’t catch her breath. It was too much. His fingers. His mouth. The paste. “Please. Please,” she begged, rushing toward the precipice. He pressed harder. Faster. Never relenting. Sensation upon sensation bombarded her. Over she went, screaming her release as an orgasm rocketed through her.

Torrin growled in male satisfaction, slowly removing his hand from her entrance. Reaching for his pants, he quickly shed the confining material. His shaft was rock-hard, ready to claim his woman. Service her. She’d said she couldn’t get pregnant. A good thing, since what he really wanted to do was watch her belly swell with his child. He rubbed a hand over the scruff on his jaw, pausing with indecision for the first time. Lining his cock up to her wet and waiting entrance, he grit his teeth and held back. “Juliette.”

Her ordered ‘position’ long forgotten, Juliette tilted her hips, wanting him to push inside. “Mmm.”

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