Page 79 of Rescued By the Alien Bull Rider

“Will you take those off?” he panted when I finally pulled myself off his trembling cock. “Your jamdildos?”

“Yes.” I whisked off the top, and my blood fizzed like sparkling wine at the way he groaned in appreciation at the sight. As I worked on the pants, I said, “And I’ve been meaning to tell you. You really have to stop calling them jamdildos. They’re pyjamas. Dildo means something very different.”

“What does it mean?” he asked as I scooched, now naked, further onto the bed.

“That doesn’t translate at all? You guys really don’t have a concept for that in Zabrian?”

“No.”

“It’s… It’s a phallic object that you put inside you for sexual pleasure.”

“An object?” He sounded shocked by that. And more than a little interested. “I have never imagined putting an object inside you.”

“But you’ve imagined other things?” There was a pathetic note of vulnerable hope in my voice. Even though the guy had just enthusiastically poured his come down my throat, a part of me still couldn’t believe he’d been attracted to me this whole time.

But his next words confirmed it, made my heart flip and my pussy squeeze.

“Oh, yes,” he said huskily, kicking his boots off and disentangling his trousers from where they’d fallen around his ankles. Naked, magnificent, he got onto the bed and leaned over me on all fours. “My tongue. My fingers. My cock. My tail.”

“Your tail?!”

“Yes.”

Even now, the prehensile length of his long, pink tail was sliding up my thigh. It nudged at my swollen clit, and my back bowed off the bed.

“Ooh,” I whimpered.

“See?” he murmured, rubbing the tail a little harder now, spreading wetness. “Not so unappealing a proposition, is it?”

“Oh, damn it. Do it,” I mewled, spreading my legs needily. “Put it inside.”

At least his tail wasn’t as big as his massive freaking cock. I hadn’t fucked anyone in a year, and my body had been through a lot in that time. I needed to go slow.

Zohro must have sensed it. Because, despite the way his breath grew once again heavy with desire, his tail was careful and controlled. Almost too controlled. I writhed and rocked my hips, seeking friction as he flicked his tail back and forth across my wet entrance.

“Please,” I begged. I was about to grab the fucking thing and shove it in myself when I felt an exploratory nudge.

Then, he pressed it inside.

Stars exploded in my vision, adding to the brightness of Zohro’s eyes as he stared intently at my pussy and the place his tail entered me. Slowly but firmly, he stroked me from the inside, swirling and curling his tail until I quivered around him. His eyes flicked up to my face, blazing with erotic triumph, before he lowered himself and started hungrily licking my clit.

“Holy hell, I… I’m coming!” I shouted hoarsely. I clamped desperately, my muscles convulsing on him as he made sounds of primal pleasure against my clit. I grabbed at his hair, his ears, and he gave a rasping groan. When he rose up on his knees, his tail still inside me, he was fully hard again.

“Can I try something?”

After the incredible orgasm he’d just given me? I’d let him do whatever he fucking wanted.

“Yeah,” I said weakly, my pussy still fluttering with pleasurable aftershocks, milking his tail. He left his tail where it was, then moved on his knees until he was straddling my waist. Groaning, he rubbed his hard cock between my breasts. Then, he angled himself slightly to one side.

His cock tail fastened around my nipple.

“Oh!” I cried, tingling pressure shooting through my breast. “Oh, careful, I’m going to…”

“I know,” he groaned. He began to stroke himself above me, his fist gliding over his shaft as his cock tail squeezed and pulsed. His larger tail started to fuck me again.

Milk beaded on my nipple. Helplessly, I watched as the pressure built, and more milk came shooting out, coating his cock tail and the underside of his dick.

“Yes,” he growled with possessive approval. “More.”

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