Page 18 of Princess for the Space Cowboy

“I feel it,” she whispers.

She leans forward, and I feel her lips like a brand on my skin where she presses them to the divot at the base of my throat. She lifts her head, looking up at me. “Will living here change my skin?”

I shake my head. “Our children will probably have something between your skin and mine.”

She bites her lip. My cock throbs again, and I feel my seed leaking out. It’s been mere hours since I was buried deep in her, and I already need her again. I let my hand slip down over her bottom, bunching the fabric of her long skirt up in my fist to find she isn’t even wearing panties.

“Oh, sweetheart,” I groan. I give her bottom a squeeze.

She looks up at me, her eyes teasing. She reaches between us, dragging her palm boldly over the hard ridge of my arousal.

“You said we have a job this week,” she murmurs throatily.

I tease my fingers between the cleft of her bottom, sliding my hand down to find her hot and slick. I growl into her hair. “Oh, Jane.”

I glance around, and my eyes land on a bench in a corner. “This way,” I bite out as I force myself to step back.

A moment later, we’re in front of the bench, and she’s bending over. I push her skirt up, baring her bottom. I nearly weep at the sight of her. She’s so wet for me, quivering.

I tease my fingers between her thighs, sliding into her swollen folds and pumping deeply. I swiftly undo the laces on my breeches, and my cock springs free. My cum is sliding down my shaft.

As tempting as it is to bury myself inside her from behind right now, I want to see her face. She straightens and kicks her skirt to the side while I yank my breeches down. A moment later, we’re both naked, the fresh air warm on our skin.

She orders me to sit.

I love her when she’s bossy.

I do just as she says, watching when she kneels in front of me, her tongue circling her lips. She drags her thumb across the tip of my cock, just before she leans down and sucks me into her mouth. My head falls back as I cry out with a ragged groan. She sucks me in deeply, teasing me some more. She leans back, releasing me with a pop. “Do you like that?”

My chest heaves as I nod. “But I need to be inside you,” I say.

Because I do. I want her pussy filled with my seed again. I want her plump and pregnant as soon as possible.

Jane rises, her breasts bouncing a little when she straddles me. I look deep into her eyes, my heart thudding in recognition of who she is to me and all we will be together.

She lowers her hips, and I guide myself to her entrance. I hold still for a moment as I feel the kiss of her arousal on my thick crown. “Now,” I say, and she sinks down, sheathing me in her rippling core.

My release threatens already, like lightning about to strike. I hold on, clinging to my discipline, until I feel her body begin to quicken. I already know the sound of her torch song. She makes these breathy little gasps. I reach between us to find her swollenclit and savor her sharp cry. I can feel her arousal dripping down my cock and balls as my own release crashes through me.

She rests against me a moment later, and I hold her close. It feels as if I could just be like this with her forever. We don’t move for a while, long enough that when she does shift, my cock twitches in response, thickening, and lengthening again inside her. She leans back to look at me.

“Again,” she says.

I slip a hand down to where were joined. Her clit is poking out, pink and plump. “Only if you can come for me,” I murmur.

As I tease over her, she trembles, clenching around me yet again. “Just one more, sweetheart.”

She gives it to me, and the sound she makes is so sweet. I watch as she rises, sliding down over my cum-covered cock, the mixture of our arousal dripping down over my shaft. She pulls another release from me, and I watch as she bites her bottom lip and cries out.

Chapter Fifteen

JANE

The week flies by, and Asher and I never leave our house. We lounge in our private courtyard and christen every possible surface we can. I marvel that I’d worried about what we would do when his mother told me we would have a week alone together. Ha!

Though I blush to think of just how much time we spent in pure carnal pleasure, I’m amazed at how easy it is to be with him. We tell each other everything. I tell him all about my life on Earth, about losing my parents, about the betrayal, and about how I had no one left there. He tells me all about his life. Although the environment here is much better, it’s not perfect. There are skirmishes between the cowboy leagues on this planet and the tragedy of the storm that led to so many women dying. I learn about the plants and animals here and more about my role.

I will be queen someday, but he assures me that won’t be soon since his parents are healthy. We talk about my job running the matchmaking service. As the week comes to an end, my feelings are bittersweet.

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