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“What?” All three of the spectators exclaimed.
Sunny’s golden chest rose and fell, but he didn’t cave, didn’t grab me.
“You looked so strong, handling yourself. But I wanted to be there, touching you…licking you from head to balls.”
He clenched his fists. “You would do that…you would put your mouth on me?”
“Dios, yes. I want it so bad. Do you want me to tell you exactly what I would do?” I peeked up at him, and his eyes were riveted on my mouth.
“Tell me.”
“First, I would take you in hand, jacking you off, sliding my palm up and down yourhardrod. But what I really want is to take you in my mouth.Right. Now.”
“Is that possible?” Loxo choked out from behind us. “Are humans capable of such things? My stars, you truly are magic.”
I sighed, completely worked up, and ignored any outside contributors. I was bathed in Sunny’s scent, and it was affecting me. Deeply. I spoke into his ear, his long hair brushingmy shoulders, my cheek. “I would drag my tongue over the underside of your huge rod and engulf you with my lips. Sliding up and down until I stopped at your slit, devouring all of the tiny drops of golden seed poised at the tip of your hard cock.”
“Rod,” he breathed. He leaned his head forward but kept his body immobile. “Tell me more.”
“I will.” God, he was so sexy. My core was soaked, my clit beating in time with my wayward heart. All of the worry, the feelings from the past few days, welled up. I needed this release, needed to be anchored in his attention to feel whole again. I wasn’t proud of it. But it was true.
“And then?” He bit his lower lip, and now my attention was snared. I was riveted on those three sharp canines.
“I would take my mouth and cover the head, slowly inching down your rock-hard rod. I would bathe you with mouth and tongue, sucking and pulling on your massive cock.”
“Yes.Yes.I want this,” he roared.
“I do too, baby. Don’t you want to touch me so we can be together?”
He froze, his muscles bulging. It looked like he waged an internal battle. He didn’t step forward. “I will not.”
Carajo!I melted down, as ensnared in my trap as he was. I wanted so badly to strip off those pants and go to town. I stepped even closer.
“Hera.Keep your eyes on the prize. We need those uniforms!”
She’s right.But he smelled so, so good. What to do? My concentration blurred. “Maybe I should tell you what I did to myself while I watched you. In the lab.” While I watched Pinky.
“What do you mean?” His deep voice dropped another octave.
“I was so turned on, I had to touch myself, bring myself to completion as I watched you pump your rod and empty all thatbeautiful release in the receptacle. I wanted to devour you. I wanted all of you in my mouth, and I couldn’t have it.”
“What did you do?” His eyes were like a mango whirlpool, swirling, mesmerizing me. Letting me knowhe feltsomething. It made me even wetter.
I peeked down at the front of his pants, so far gone I was tempted to grab him. Who cared about suits and winning and surviving this shithole of a planet.
“Focus.” Querida’s melodic voice was the bitch-slap I needed.
I still had a chance.Pinky, if you’re there, now would be a good time to show up.
“I knew if I couldn’t have your rod inside my mouth, I needed the next best thing.”
“What?” His chest rose and fell sharply. His swirling sunset eyes, twin replicas of the Earth’s sun, ran over my face, my body, zeroing in on my mouth. “I must know. Tell me.” He demanded in a tortured whisper.
“I penetrated myself with my fingers, inch by slow inch, imagining you inside of me. Between my soft…pink…lips.”
“Your lips?” My alien was a sucker for mouth play.
“Yes, I needed my hand as wet as my dripping cunt. As wet as your seed that I wanted pumping inside of me.”
