Page 18 of Becoming Super

“Nothing too bad, just that you are about to behead me. Let me get on top.”

He froze, “What do you know about getting on top?”

I rolled my eyes, “We have porn on earth too, you know.”

Axel scowled, “That is not appropriate for a lady.”

“Fuck that,” I shoved at his body, “Move!”

Axel moved back sadly breaking our connection and lying on his back. I moved over his thighs and felt his wet length pulse against my core.

“Fuck, Sarah, I need to be inside of you.”

When he spoke like that I felt my pleasure mounting and leaking down my thighs. I needed him inside of me, behind, and underneath me. I wanted Axel more than life, more than air, and more than getting the hell off of this shitty planet.

I lowered myself down on his massive length and rubbed my pussy back and forth. Axel grabbed my hair and fucked me hard from underneath. His body bowing as time after time Axel pumped inside of me. I didn’t think it was possible, but I had started to feel dizzy from the incredible sensations.

Axel pushed me up so that I was no longer leaning over him. Then he placed my small hands on my breasts and commanded, “Touch!”

I squeezed and pinched my hardened nipples, my pussy clenching in anticipation. His look of appreciation along with increased speed led to me be a little nasty and lick my palms before rubbing circles on the tight nubs.

I didn’t want to be lonely at this moment and knew that when he came I wanted to be riding the wave of ecstasy right along with him.

He growled, and a surge of power rushed through me. Our connection, while usually incredible when we were touching, was now so strong that I could feel things he was experiencing. It redoubled itself and raced through my body as it met with my own intense desire.

My hands fell back to his chest as I began to really ride him. My nails digging into his skin as I ground my pussy against his cock.

It was exhilarating and so fucking fantastic that my orgasm blew us both away. I was flipped onto my back and Axel grabbed my hips, pounding into me with a punishing pace. This wasn’t just sex. I felt another orgasm begin to build and whimpered as his fingers dug into the skin at my hips.

“More, please, more!” I didn’t for once even stop to consider that I was sounding more and more like the alien babysitter getting her brains fucked out.

“Again, Sarah, come again on my cock.”

It wasn’t a suggestion or even a plea. Axel didn’t work that way. He demanded and for some reason, my body was more than happy to comply. I shattered again and this time he grunted, his own release swiftly following mine. I could feel the elation pouring off him along with the sweet taste of wonder at what had just happened between us.

His body stopped pumping and he collapsed on top of me. I would have let him stay, loving the way his large body felt against mine. However, the need for expansion of my lungs won out. I poked him in the side until he finally grunted and flopped over onto his back.

The tunic I had been wearing of his was tangled up in the sheets. I briefly considered yanking it back on when he spoke.

“Do you always pleasure yourself when watching erotic movies?”

It wasn’t declarations of love, but then that would have been too soon and highly out of place.

I countered, “Do you always watch alien porn with someone sleeping beside you?”

He grunted, and I liked to think it was his way of saying touché.

Until he countered, "Who in the hell is Vlad?"

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