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He grabbed my legs with a firm grip, his rough hands pushing them apart sending a toe-curling jolt of pleasure through me at the sudden force. His mouth descended between my legs, his warm breath tickling against my skin and sending shivers up my spine. The anticipation was almost too much, and I moaned loudly when his tongue finally reached my clit.
Glancing up at me from between my thighs, Hakkar's golden eyes gleamed with smugness, his lips curving into a knowing smile before returning to my throbbing center. He began at the bottom, dragging his tongue slowly and deliberately up and down my slick folds. My body arched off the bed, legs trembling against his strong grip. I tried to wrap my legs around him, but he held me firmly in place, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue and sending waves of pleasure through me. I couldn't help but jerk and writhe against his mouth, biting downhard on my lip to stifle my moans, the sensation almost too intense to bear.
“Do you like this?” Hakkar murmured, nuzzling my clit with his nose.
“God yes!” My words were spoken on the tail end of a moan. Seriously, Hakkar must have done a study on female anatomy and erogenous zones because....
Oh my God!
His hands massaged up and down my thighs as he hovered above me, his hot breath tickling my skin. With a wicked smirk, he dipped his head. His lips surround me, sucking gently and causing me to moan loudly as I thrashed on the bed on the brink of ecstasy.
Hakkar seemed to be as overtaken with passion as I felt. He pinned me down, strong hands holding my hips while he devoured me hungrily. His rough tongue lashed against my swollen, heated flesh as if possessed. As if the taste of my body was the only thing that stood between him and certain starvation.
My nails dug into the sheets as Hakkar expertly circled my clit with his tongue, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
"Please," I pleaded, unable to hold back any longer. Although I’m not sure what I asked for... release or for this wicked, pleasurable torment to never end.
With a growl of pure male pride, Hakkar sucked my clit between his lips as his tongue flicked back and forth with increasing intensity. My entire body tensed for one unbearable moment before exploding in waves of pleasure as I climaxed.
"Yes," he rasped, savoring my release. “Come for me, my sweet Aggie.”
Every muscle strained and trembled as the waves of pleasure crashed over me. A moan escaped my lips as I felt my release, a scream of pure ecstasy trapped in my throat. My mind went blank, consumed by the overwhelming sensation until it finally subsided, leaving me gasping for air and shuddering with aftershocks.
“Gods, your delicious,” Hakkar moaned, licking his lips as he grinned at me.
“I want to taste you too,” I murmured rolling out from under Hakkar and pressing him back onto the mattress, kneeling at his side. His cock bobbed upward, impossibly hard with a bead of arousal leaking from the tip.
“Aggie?” I heard the hesitation in Hakkar’s voice? Do alien females not give blow jobs? Well, he was certainly in for a treat!
My fingers wrapped around his shaft, feeling the heat and hardness of him. The shape of him is not unlike human men, just so must bigger with that row of ridges that hit me in all the right places. His skin felt smooth against my touch, almost like silk and he was warm and throbbing. As I stroked him, I noticed beads of precum forming on the tip like glistening pearls. Taking Hakkar into my mouth, I ran my tongue along the edge. He tasted sweet... and just a little spicy, like chocolate with a hint of cayenne... utterly delicious.
Hakkar groaned deeply, burying his fingers in my hair as his hips bucked slightly. I took him deeper into my mouth, feeling his throbbing length hit the back of my throat. He moaned and muttered words of pleasure, his voice rough and strained.
To be honest, giving a blow job had never been my favorite thing. Derek always made it too rough and quite frankly he made me feel dirty and not in a good way. With Hakkar, thegentle way he touched me, and his intense reactions made me feel powerful, confident, and alluring.
His powerful thighs flexed and trembled beneath me as I took him deeper, inch by delicious inch. The groan he released came from somewhere deep in his soul as I cupped his heavy balls, feeling the weight of them in my hand before gently stroking the soft sensitive skin.
“Holy goddess, Aggie!” His body tensed, pulse quickening as he released a primal groan and seconds later, I felt the hot rush of his release on my tongue. My fingers gripped his thighs, feeling them flex and twitch under my grip, as my own body quivered with pleasure.
The fingers Hakkar buried in my hair shifted to my waist and he lifted me to lay beside him on the mattress, rolling until I’m caged underneath his most delectable weight. Sliding himself between my thighs, his lips pressed against mine, still damp from his release. His tongue explored my mouth hungrily and I caught the faintest hint of myself on his tongue. It only added to the intense pleasure coursing through me as he continued to kiss me without hesitation or shame. The sensation made me feel exhilaratingly dirty in the most satisfying way.
Hakkar's fingers threaded through my hair as he pressed his forehead against mine, his breath warm and rapid against my skin.
"I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you," he moaned, voice husky and hoarse with desire.
I smiled, wrapping my arms around him, feeling more adored and content in this moment than I’d ever felt in my whole life.
"I hope not," I sighed, remembering the promise I made him. A promise that now felt truer than ever before. A promise tattooed on my soul.
Yours.
Chapter 15 – Hakkar
I awoke to the sound of shuffling feet and voices overhead, telling time by the flow of Siereita’s customers rather than sunlight. I fumbled, finding the bedside light, wincing at the sudden bright glow. Beside me, Agnes stirred, an adorable frown scrunching her face as she cuddled closer, seeking escape from the light.
She slept naked, as did I, and my eyes traveled over the body I knew as well as my own, yet would never tire of viewing. Never had I enjoyed being trapped somewhere until now. Agnes seemed as insatiable for me as I was for her and we’d—to use her words—christened every surface in the room… some twice.
My gaze reached her toes, starting an enjoyable upward sweep until I noticed a bruise on the outside of her thigh. Agnes had been attempting to jump on the dresser top during one of our escapades, catching her leg against a sharp corner. She’d laughed at her clumsiness, but for me, the moment reiterated how fragile her human body was.
