Page 22 of Bought and Shared
As though my body has a mind of its own, my head tilts back and my chest juts forward, practically begging for more contact. “Can I learn your language as easily as you have learned ours?” I force out, trying to ignore the riot of sensations hotly swirling around in my belly.
Oren looks momentarily surprised. “It will take longer for a human to master the variety of sounds one must make to be fluent in Voltanese, but it can be done. Would you like that, Aurora? Do you want to learn your Master’s language?”
Surprising myself, I nod. “Yes, I really would.”
His hands splay wide and heft my breasts, juggling them between his open palms. “Then a tutor will be acquired once we get back to the base so that your lessons can begin immediately. Now, take down your top,” he orders, his voice raspy with desire. “I need to see these beautiful tits of yours. It’s been far too long and I ache to touch them.”
Shocked by how quickly the male transitions from idle chit-chat to carnal intent, I sit there, unmoving and flushed.
Oren’s voice takes on an edge when he prompts, “Do as I say, Aurora, or there will be consequences.”
Jumping into action, I slide the thin straps of my dress down my arms and shrug out of the flimsy slip. It pools around my waist as the air kisses my naked flesh. Though it’s quite warm in the ship, goosebumps erupts across my skin from the sudden exposure.
“So perfect,” Oren praises, skimming his calloused hands over my shoulders before descending to my breasts. “You’re even smoother than the silk of your gown. Your skin is the softest thing I’ve ever felt.” His deep voice is soothing as he handles me.
I like his praise. It tickles me down between my legs. I know I shouldn’t enjoy it so much. It’s sinful, forbidden fruit. The slickness coating my thighs tells me I do, though. No amount of denial will make that wetness disappear, and deep down, I don’t want it to. What I want, more than anything, is to explore it in as much depth as this handsome alien will let me.
As if he can read my thoughts, Oren asks, “Is your pussy wet, Aurora?”
Because I can’t hide my shame from him, I confess to my sin like I’m at Sunday service. “Yes, Master.”
Oren’s lips pull up in a pleased grin. “Good girl. Spread your legs and let me see.”
Inching the hem of my dress up around my waist, I bare my woman’s center to him. His entrancing jewel-toned eyes lock on to it with a yearning so strong I can feel it resonate within my chest.
“If I had my way, Kitten, I’d fuck that tight virgin hole of yours right here and now,” he states thickly, a dark and dangerous promise embedded in his words as he reaches out and traces the seam between my nether lips. “But until Knox joins us, that particular delight is not on the table for us.”
A small sound escapes my lips. Is it a sound of relief or disappointment? I’m unsure. All I know is that my skin is on fire and my body is thrumming with an urgency I can’t explain. I need this man inside of me. To push beyond my virgin walls and shoot his seed as deep into my core as possible. I’ve never wanted anything more. Until I get it, I won’t be satisfied. This powerful foreign urge, especially in light of the chaos of today and the traumatic events of the last few days, confuses me. It’s as though I have no control over my own thoughts and desires when it comes to my Master.
He pats his lap before reaching for his fly and drawing it down. “Come over here, Kitten. I need your skin against mine.”
Despite my naivete, I don’t hesitate. I want this. Him. His skin against my skin. His hands stroking my flesh while I stroke his. It’s a bone-deep, visceral thing, and I can’t stop myself from wanting more.
Oren leans my back against his chest as he settles me atop him. His cock, already burgeoning to life, is nestled against mybackside. He straddles my legs over his thighs, exposing my vulnerable apex.
The closer I get to him, the stronger his scent is. It fills my nostrils, heady and all-consuming. The fragrance is unexplainable. It takes on a life of its own within my body like a virus does its unsuspecting host. I am transformed by it. Even more terrifying, I seem to be controlled by it. What is happening to me?
“There we go,” Oren soothes, reaching between my thighs as he pets the glistening folds of my sex. “Doesn’t that feel good?”
It does, but I wouldn’t dare admit that truth to him out loud. It would give him too much power over me, and he already has more than enough to destroy my world entirely.
Oren wraps his arms around me and begins to tease my sensitive bud with one hand while the other fondles my breasts. His warm lips find the nape of my neck, nipping and sucking a hot trail up to the lobe of my ear. The moment he touches me, I’m on fire and close to coming. It’s like a fever is coursing through my veins and getting worse by the second. I’m on a collision course with the Mack truck of pleasure and there’s no swerving from its path before it totals us both.
Adjusting himself so that his manhood passes between my thighs, Oren takes my hand and wraps it around his shaft. “Work it up and down, like this,” he instructs.
I’m in awe, and frankly, fear, of his supremely masculine physique, but especially his enormous penis. My fingers can barely fit around it. Warm to the touch, it’s both soft and hard at the same time. Like steel encased in a velvet glove. It’s the size of a club, thick and flushed red. It weeps a fascinating clearsubstance at the tip as Oren tutors me on how best to handle him. Entranced by his body, I start to grow bold and experiment by stroking faster. When I do, a hiss escapes his lips and I pause.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize, worried that I’ve been too rough.
Oren chuckles. It’s a soft sound that pleases me greatly. Nuzzling my neck, he says, “For what? Every time you touch me it feels as though I’m sky high and I can’t come down.”
I had very little point of reference on the subject, but I agree. Whenever we’re together, my head buzzes as though there isn’t enough oxygen in the room, and what supply I do have is fast depleting.
Leaning back in his chair, Oren grasps my hips and encourages me to slide his cock between my soaking folds. He groans as he sandwiches my legs closed around his hot flesh. Angling himself against my bud, he bucks upward to stimulate my clit. The sensation is blissful and nearly causes me to white out from pleasure.
“Fist my cock while you work it against your clit.” To emphasize his meaning, Oren squeezes my waist and simulates me riding him.
Lost to the devastating sensations of his body against mine, I begin to bounce awkwardly at first. Guiding me, Oren demonstrates a rhythm I instinctively know but need to resurrect from a lifetime of the strict repression of my animal urges.
