Page 109 of Claimed By the Alien Assassin
He doesn’t tease.
Dayn thrusts into me in one long, devastating stroke. I cry out, arching into him, the stretch perfect and filthy, full to the hilt in seconds. His cock presses deep, the ridges along his shaft dragging against the sensitive walls of my pussy, grinding against that spot that makes my thighs tremble.
“Oh—fuck—Dayn,” I moan. “You fill me—fuck—you feel so fucking good?—”
He moves slowly at first. Deep thrusts. Heavy. Delicious. His cock slides out almost all the way, then slams back in, the impact a sharp slap of skin on skin. His hands grip my hips tight, claws pressing in just enough to mark.
“You like how different I am?” he growls in my ear. “You like this alien cock stretching your human pussy?”
“Gods,yes—don’t stop—please?—”
He shifts, pulling my hips up higher so he can thrust deeper. The ridged texture of his shaft stimulates everything—clit, walls, nerves I didn’t even know I had. Each stroke feels better than the last, building fire in my belly, pressure coiling tight.
“Touch yourself,” he commands.
I obey. My fingers find my clit, slippery with arousal, and I rub tight circles as he pounds into me. The pleasure sharpens instantly. I gasp, writhing under him, his name falling from my lips like a prayer.
He watches, all three of his eyes locked on me—one glowing crimson, two black with heat. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. Wet, open, taking me like you were made for it.”
“Dayn—I’m close—I’m gonna?—”
“Come,” he growls. “Come while I fuck you into the core.”
I break.
The orgasm hits like a supernova—white heat bursting behind my eyes, body clenching around his cock in wave after wave of violent pleasure. I scream his name, my legs locking around his waist, pussy pulsing with release.
He doesn’t stop. He fucks me through it, drawing out every tremor, until I’m twitching and moaning, lips parted in helpless bliss.
He pulls out suddenly and flips me onto my stomach, yanking my hips up. I barely register the motion before he thrusts back in from behind, deeper this time, the new angle igniting another blaze of heat low in my spine.
My cheek presses to the leather, breath ragged. “F-Fuck—Dayn—I can’t?—”
“Yes, youcan,” he snarls. “You can take it. Youwill.”
His claws splay over my back, holding me down as he slams into me, over and over. I sob with pleasure, body jerking with each thrust. I feel every ridge of his cock, every deliberate drive into my soaked, aching pussy.
“You love being fucked on the bridge, don’t you?” he hisses. “Where anyone couldwalk in.Where theship knowswhat we’re doing.”
“Yes!” I cry. “Yes, fuck, I don’t care—only you.Only you.”
My second orgasm rips through me, sudden and intense. I scream again, collapsing under him, thighs quaking. My pussy clamps down hard, and I hear his breathing hitch.
He’s close.
“Gonna fill you,” he grunts. “Gonna make sure youleak mewhile flying this damn ship.”
“Do it—please,please?—”
He slams into me one last time and roars—deep and primal—cock pulsing as he comes inside me. I feel every twitch,every thick pulse of hot seed flooding my pussy, and I moan, shuddering, overwhelmed.
We collapse together, sticky and panting, bodies tangled and trembling.
The bridge lights dim further, as if tucking us in.
My cheek rests against Dayn’s chest. His hand finds my waist and draws me close. Our breathing syncs. Outside the viewport, a thousand stars blink silently, indifferent and eternal.
But in here? In this moment?
