Page 73 of Xefe
With a few quick snaps, they were down at his ankles, his questing rod slapping his stomach.
She bit her lip and studied his rod. “Have I ever told you how much I love Pinky?”
“Must you call him this?” When she narrowed her eyes at him, he amended, “Continue, please.”
Her eyes went dreamy as she reached for him. “When I first met you, I was never so disappointed that a man, well…alien, didn’t have a cock. I wanted you, even then.”
“Such beautiful words. Such a difference.” He couldn’t stop touching her, her cheek, her mouth.
“See? I can be sweet.” Hermosa snagged one of his thumbs between her teeth and swept her pink tongue against the sensitive digit.
Xefe moaned, refusing to shut his eyes as he watched her hand descend and grip his twirling rod. Fire ignited. A feeling he would soon crave. Her touch was different from when he held himself. Gentle, but still firm. She coasted her hand up and down his rod.
His hips kicked forward of their own volition. “Incredible.” His knees locked to prevent his collapse. He watched her, helpless, as she licked her lips. “More.”
“Yes, more.”
She dropped to her knees before he could reach her.
“Hermosa.”
“I’m okay, baby.” She smiled at him with a genuine grin that set his heart racing. She kept her hand tight and leaned forward, gently blowing on his rod.
His head fell back, and he groaned.I’ve never felt anything like it.Before he could recover, her small tongue lapped at the tip of his rod. Warm, wet, and powerful. “Yes!That is—”
“Bliss. I know.” Her mouth engulfed him, and never,neverhad he felt this pleasure. Spiraling waves engulfed him as her warm, wet mouth took him in. Her fist tightened and her cheeks hollowed, coasting up and down. He had never lived such pleasure. “Can’t take much more. Never so good.Never.” He roared at her.
She answered by latching onto the spikes on his lower spine, grasping and pulling tight.
“Yes! I feel you. Ifeel—” He exploded into her tight mouth, watched her throat move as she took him down, swallowing his release. Pleasure engulfed him, travelling straight from his mound, up his spine.
When Xefe could breathe again, he saw his beautiful earther licking him down, every single drop. She ran her palms up and down his thighs, her eyes closed. He palmed her cheek and tilted her face up toward his. Her wide eyes opened, and he felt a knowing.
She is mine. She is my one. My almax.
Xefe fell to his knees in front of her and ripped the sack off her body. Never again would she be clothed in this filth. He would find her a uniform and proper clothing. He peppered kisses down her belly as he cupped her waist. “Let me feast.”
Her small hands dug into his hair, and he loved the firm tug.
When he looked up at her, for once, there were no words between them. Her cheeks were flushed, and her brown eyes glowed with need. She whimpered, leaned back and spread her legs while she guided him down, between her thighs.
Her smell enveloped him, the same scent that had tantalized him for days now. All the moisture, sweet and delicious.I will lick her clean.
Xefe parted her lips with his thumb, the one without claws. She looked delicate, glistening in need. That moisture told him she wanted him, was ready to take him inside her. Today, he would only have a taste. There was no time to relish the moment. They were needed on the field, and their absence would be noticed.
He found her sensitive bud and leaned down, swiping the engorged nub.
She cried out, and her legs spasmed.
Xefe palmed her thighs, never taking his tongue from her dewy lips. He would lick her until he felt her contract against his face.
Hermosa undulated against him, her face flushed and riveted on him, watching as he devoured her. “So good, Sunny.Just like that.”
He growled and penetrated her with his finger.
“Oh my God! Right there!” Her inner walls clamped down on Xefe’s hand, and a burst of flavor coated his tongue.
Her taste was heaven, and he would feast on this the rest of his days. “You. Are. Mine.”
