Page 15 of Princess for the Space Cowboy

I could stay here forever and don’t ever want to leave. I rise up, wanting to look into his eyes. His gaze is heavy-lidded when his eyes meet mine. The blue is so deep that I almost feel it. I experience another shock, this one straight to my heart. I’m starting to understand what he meant when he said we were joined and what he meant about infinity pulse. Because this feeling is so intense, so powerful.

“I want to stay here forever,” I say. I lift a hand to trace my fingertips along his collarbone.

“We could,” he teases, his smile warm.

I feel his palm slide down my spine and over the curve of my bottom. He gives me a little squeeze. He’s still inside me, and I feel him swell slightly.

“I’m sure we have things to do,” I tease in return.

“We do.” His fingertips move in a slow circle, tracing lazy paths on my bottom. “But we actually have a week to ourselves.”

“Your mother mentioned that.”

“We have one goal. I want you pregnant by the end of this week. That’s why protocol dictates we stay here for the week. I understand on Earth your people once called it a honeymoon. We call it the week of pleasure. There is plenty of that, but there is an actual goal.”

I feel heat rise into my cheeks. “Oh, well, I guess we’ll be busy then. How will we get food and things?”

“The kitchen’s already stocked for the week. Those serving us and guarding the home will continue with deliveries. No one will come inside the home. We won’t need this much security long-term, but there’s some concern until you’re pregnant.”

“What if I can’t get pregnant?” I ask, a sense of worry sliding through me.

“The fertility for human women from Earth multiplies on our planet. You will get pregnant,” he says as if stating a fact.

“You sound very confident,” I say, a little surprised at this information.

“There has literally never been a human woman from Earth who didn’t get pregnant within a month of arrival here after she’s mated,” Asher said, his tone calm.

He rocks his hips into mine, and I feel him swell inside me again. I’m a little startled to discover that I already feel arousal building within my body. My channel clenches around him, and his eyes hold mine as he rocks. He’s fully aroused inside me now, his thickness stretching me.

“Oh!” A moan escapes.

His hands slide to grip my hips, and he rocks into me again. His cock is thick and long, and I love how he feels inside me. “Sit up and ride me,” he tells me.

I can’t believe the way I am with Asher. I feel no restraint. Our intimacy is pure. I don’t hesitate. I straighten and straddle him.

His hands curve over my sides and grip my hips. “Watch,” he says.

I look down, watching his thick length glistening from my arousal mingled with his cum. He fills me again and again as we watch together. It’s filthy, and all I want is for him to fill me with his seed and make me plump with his baby.

My swollen clit pushes out. He adjusts his angle so that each time he sinks into me, there’s a little friction right over my clit. I’m already chasing my release.

He says, “Come for me, sweetheart.”

His thumbs press right where we’re joined, and I cry out with my release, the sensation piercing and sharp. I feel him pumping into me slow and deep, his hot release filling me.

This time, I collapse on him. He holds me close, pressing tender kisses to my cheeks, his palm sliding down my back in a soothing caress.

When I finally manage to lift my head again, his gaze is waiting for me. “Princess.” His palm cups my cheek, and his thumb traces my bottom lip.

Chapter Fourteen

ASHER

The following morning, I wake up with Jane curled up lush and warm beside me. For a moment, I tell myself not to overdo it, not to constantly give in to the urges for her, which run as deep as a river.

But then, I remind myself we have a job this week. One that is nothing but pure pleasure for me. When I smooth my hand down over her side, I can’t help but linger under the plump curve of her breast. She murmurs something sleepy, her eyes slowly opening as she rolls her head to the side.

“Do you call it morning here?” she asks, her voice soft, the edges crushed from sleep.

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