Page 18 of Oh No, I Shot A Spaceship And Kissed An Alien Cyberchef

I want to scream. Is he purposely avoiding my clit? This isn’t the kind of action of a guy who doesn’t know what he’s doing… no, this guy’s purposely stringing me along to new heights. Building me up, and up, and up… and…

Words tangle on my tongue. My thoughts are completely scattered. It’s so incredibly hard not to be completely overwhelmed by the sensations between my legs. I want to yell at him. I want to beg…

I refuse to beg for anything. Never again.

Before I can say anything, his eyes lift to meet mine. There’s a softness there, a happiness, that has my retort stalling. He looks like he’s suddenly at peace with the world.

“You have no idea how long I’ve desired to taste you,” he says, voice husky and deep. “I’ve dreamt of this moment. I’ve imagined everything that I want to do to you, of what I will do to you.”

My core clenches at his words.

“You’ve dreamt of this?” I ask, utterly shocked.

My cheeks flare with heat. He’s not the only one. I may have fantasized about Nelan a couple of times when alone in the kitchen, just imagining him coming up behind meand pressing me against the counters, his large form behind me…

Nelan licks his lips obscenely, looking so incredibly pleased with himself. Smug. I really want to wipe that look off his face.

Then he moans. Actually moans. “You taste so sweet.”

A frantic giggle springs from my chest. I’m trying to remember if the guy’s ever even eaten something sweet.

“I would have guessed you for a… oh… a salt… salty, bitter kind of guy,” I gasp, trying to maintain some composure.

Nelan stares down at my pussy as I lay spread out before him. Embarrassment flares up. I haven’t shaved lately. I must look so…

Nelan nips gently at my inner thigh. I yelp, but he quickly soothes the sting with gentle kisses.

“I like sweet,” he says as he looks at me with a mischievous grin. “But how do you like it?”

I feel a finger swipe through my folds, gathering my slickness. It probes at my entrance. Thick and demanding.

“Yes,” I tell him, lifting my hips.

He swirls his damn finger around, refusing me. “That’s not an answer. Do you want me to be soft with you, bring you to climax over and over? Or should I use you for my own pleasure? Cause if I do… It’ll be hard and fast, Laura. I’ve waited too long for this. So I need to know.”

I sob as his finger enters me slowly, probing and exploring. My core clenches around the invader, holding tight.

Why do both options sound so appealing? I want to be held, and cared for… but I’m so pent up right now that I need this release…. I need him.

“Nelan…” I choke out. My tongue tumbles around his name when his fingers curl inside me, stroking over sensitive nerves. My whole body arches as my orgasm washes over me.

The whole time, Nelan pumps his finger inside me, furiously rubbing the spot that leaves me squirming and panting. He’s completely and utterly without mercy… and dear gods, I love it.

Just when I feel another orgasm building, he stops.

“Nelan!” I scream, sitting up, anger mounting. He can’t keep doing this…

And then he’s filling my vision. He’s so big that he literally eclipses all else. And he’s so different!

Sure, he’s a bit phallic rod-shaped… But that shaft has bulges on it that are very much out of my level of experience. There are thick veins and bumps across the surface, which immediately attract all of my attention. What would they feel like inside of me? I once bought a fancy battery-operated boyfriend who had all sorts of bells and whistles. It had been textured too, and it had hit in all the right spots… but instinct tells me that Nelan’s going to turn out better than any tool I’ve ever had in my arsenal.

I lick my lips, watching as a bead of cum pools at the rather flared head. My gaze is completely and utterly captured by that one spot.

What would he taste like? Would he be sweet too? Or salty and bitter?

“Tell me you want me,” Nelan says, his voice gruff. “Tell me you need this.”

His hand wraps around his cock and gives it a firm stroke. He’s rough with himself, squeezing those bumps with brutality. I can only imagine how he wants to slam inside of me, to plunge into my depths as my muscles clench him, as I cry out…

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