Page 91 of Alien Warrior Chef… With Benefits
I still catch my breath every time I see him bare.
The width of his chest. The deep red stripes like tiger war paint. The gleam of black scales over rippling muscle. The scars—gods, the scars, each one a story he’s never told, each one sacred. His cybernetic eye glows like a burning ember in the half-light. His cock strains against his pants, thick and impossibly long, a dark column of heat and need.
I sit up and reach for his waistband.
“Let me,” I whisper, hands trembling as I undo the fastenings. His cock springs free, and I bite my lip. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how fucking gorgeous you are.”
He strokes a hand down my hair, gentle even as his cock twitches near my mouth. “And I’ll never get used to you wanting me like this.”
I grip the base of his cock, stroking it slowly. His breath hitches.
“Do you want me to?—?”
“Not this time,” he rasps. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
He lays me back against the divan, pulling my knees up around his waist. He lines himself up at my entrance, his cock pressing into my still-sensitive pussy. I moan, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Slow,” I breathe. “I want to feel it all.”
He pushes in.
The stretch burns, just a little, and then?—
Gods.
The thickness of him, the length, the way he fills me so completely it steals my breath. My back arches, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Fuck—Rekkgar—you’re?—”
“I’ve got you,” he growls, his voice like thunder barely contained. “You feel like home. So fucking tight—so perfect?—”
He thrusts.
Slow and deep at first, each stroke deliberate, designed to make me feel every inch of his cock. I whimper, clutching him close, staring into the wild devotion in his mismatched eyes.
“You’re shaking,” I whisper.
“Because I love you,” he grits, snapping his hips harder. “Because this—this is everything.”
Our bodies crash together like a storm. The slap of skin on skin echoes through the room. He fucks me with purpose, with reverence, like he’s claiming the rest of his life in every thrust.
I wrap my legs tighter around him, nails clawing down his back.
“Harder,” I beg. “Please, harder—I’m close?—”
He gives it to me.
His pace becomes brutal, his cock pistoning in and out of my soaked pussy with relentless precision. My body sings, every nerve alight. He kisses me between thrusts—messy, desperate, aching.
“Come for me,” he snarls, thrusting deep. “Let me feel you fall apart.”
I do.
I scream his name, clamping around him as pleasure detonates through me, electric and endless. My vision whites out. My body jerks, shaking in his arms as I ride out the waves.
Rekkgar’s roar follows—deep, guttural, soul-deep—as he buries himself inside me and comes, spilling hot and deep and trembling above me.
When it’s over, we collapse in a tangle of limbs and breath and love.
