Page 67 of Alien Warrior Chef… With Benefits
She cries out, back arching, legs tightening around my waist.
“Gods,” she pants, “yes, Rekkgar—more—please?—”
I fuck her with my fingers, slow and deep, curling them just right to hit that spot that makes her tremble. My thumb circles her clit, faster now, and her moans get louder, wilder, rawer.
“Look at me,” I growl.
She does—barely. Her eyes glaze, tears brimming at the corners from how hard she’s coming undone.
“I want you to come on my fingers, Ruby,” I whisper, voice shaking. “Let me feel you.”
She shatters.
Her pussy clenches around me, tight and pulsing, as her whole body shakes with release. She grabs my shoulders, gasping my name again and again as I keep moving my fingers through it, drawing every last tremor from her body.
When she finally slumps against me, trembling and slick, I pull my fingers out and lick them clean.
“You taste like fucking heaven.”
She looks up, dazed, breathless, beautiful.
“Fuck me,” she says. “Now.”
I undo my pants with shaking hands, my cock already thick and hard, the tip slick with precum. Her eyes drop, widening at the sight of me.
“Gods, Rekkgar,” she breathes. “You’re… huge.”
I wrap a hand around my shaft, guiding it to her entrance.
“I’ll go slow,” I murmur. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“It’s never too much,” she whispers.
I push in.
Her heat wraps around me, tight and hot and perfect. She’s so wet I slide in easier than I expected, though the stretch has us both gasping. I grit my teeth, holding back—barely.
“Fuck, you feel—so good,” I growl, thrusting deeper.
She moans, her nails digging into my shoulders as she tilts her hips, taking more of me inside. Inch by inch, until I’m buried to the hilt, her pussy gripping me like she was made for it.
“Move,” she begs. “Please—just—fuck me.”
I do.
I set a punishing rhythm, every thrust a statement, a promise, a claim. The prep pantry echoes with the wet slap of skin on skin, her moans, my grunts, the creak of the counterunder our combined weight. Her thighs tremble around me, hands clinging to my back like she’s drowning in it.
And maybe she is.
I lower my mouth to hers, kissing her hard as I fuck her deeper, harder, letting everything I’ve held back pour into her—rage, need, devotion. She takes it all. Welcomes it.
Her second orgasm hits fast, sudden, her pussy pulsing around me as she screams my name into my mouth.
I’m not far behind.
I grip her hips and thrust once, twice—then spill inside her with a roar that echoes through the steel walls.
We stay like that for a long moment—connected, breathless, undone.
