Page 33 of Beauty and the Alien Beast
Holy shit.
In my experience, guys almost never did that, especially as an opener.
My back arched, and my eyes rolled closed. “Ah… oh fucking God, yeah—” And then my voice broke into an inarticulate scream as he parted my pussy lips and started licking between them in long, greedy strokes. I dug my nails into his shoulders, feeling every ridge of his hot tongue—in exactly the right spots.
I squirmed, back arching as he lapped slowly, then faster, his mouth moving softly against my clit as I moaned and wailed in his grip. He started swirling his tongue, its odd texture shifting the sensation as I crooned wordlessly.
My hips rolled convulsively with each lash of his tongue, and I heard the same cry burst from my lips each time they did.
“Ah… ah… ah…”
I dug my heels into the padding and pushed myself upward against his face, feeling my whole body tighten, every muscle clenching at once.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, even knowing he couldn’t understand me. “Don’t stop!”
He didn’t. And seconds later, I exploded.
I hissed and thrashed, the contractions setting loose bursts of ecstasy all through me. It was stronger than I had ever felt in my life, and even as it almost terrified me with its intensity, I wanted more.
The last contraction rocked through me; I collapsed to the floor, panting, already reaching for him in invitation. My tingling cunt might have calmed a little after climax, but I still had to have him inside me.
He crouched at my parted thighs, hesitating, his loincloth still confining him. I sat up drowsily and stroked my hand over his bulging groin. He froze. I untied the knots at his hips and freed him, his cock bounding up against his belly as he let out a grunt of relief.
I stared for a moment. He was big, all right, and his cock had ridges on it as well, subtle ones, except at the base where they stood up more prominently. It looked like one of those specialty dildos I had seen at the local sex shop.
I wonder how it will feel.
I smiled and lay back, holding out a hand to him. He had come to the end of his patience, and as he threw himself over me, I moaned with anticipation.
His cock slid in slowly and stopped, allowing my body to adjust to his huge girth. Then smoothly, he inched in some more, and the first ridge entered. The next one was just a bit wider, stretching me open a little farther. Each successive bump sent a jolt of hot pleasure through me. When he finally sank into me all the way, he drew out again, and I arched up on my heels as the ridges dragged against the sides of my tingling, aching cunt.
Holy fuck, that’s good.
His head fell back, and a long, growling groan echoed around the space as he found a rhythm against me. He pushed firmly into me as he lifted my ass, his powerful thighs and belly flexing as he rolled his hips. He was big enough that it almost hurt, even so soon after climax, but I sure as hell didn’t mind. Especially when his width set off aftershocks that left me gasping with fresh pleasure.
He started to thrust, his whole body taut with lust as he rolled his hips against me. Every movement of his cock pulled a groan from his throat as if he were so relieved to finally be fucking me that it was like a terrible pain was gone. I held him, as much to keep from being slid across the floor as to be close to him.
He moved slowly at first, his expression creasing with focus with every thrust. His breath rattled in his chest like he was carrying a boulder up a hill. As he moved against me, he shook so hard that I half expected he would burst any second. Instead, he continued pumping in and out, his hips slowly gathering speed as he growled low.
I lifted my hips to meet his as the unfamiliar texture of his cock intensified the pleasure coiling within my cunt. The thick base of his staff felt huge and hard as it pressed against me. I shimmied against his cock, making him grunt and thrust harder.
His hips began moving faster.
He kissed me fiercely and then shuddered and started moving at full speed. My body adjusted to the rhythm as lust raced through me, begging for more. His thrusts shook my whole body, and I hung on fiercely as my cunt tightened around him.
One pair of his hands held him up, the other roughly kneaded my ass as he lifted me against him. I wrapped my legs around his hips.
Seconds later, the pounding I was taking set my body off again. I let out a surprised cry as my pussy contracted around him even harder than before. The cave seemed to dissolve around me. I moaned into his mouth, and then, as my thrashing stopped, I went limp in his arms.
His conquest of my flesh seemed to drive him even wilder. He rumbled low in his throat and kept moving, the sharp slap of skin on skin rising above the pounding hiss of the rain outside. His back arched, his body poised above mine, every muscle taut, his skin gleaming with sweat, and his hair tangled into damp spikes.
For a moment—as he lingered on the edge, lips parted, eyes wide, and his body moving like a machine—it looked as if he were witnessing a miracle. He tensed and squeezed his eyes closed, then roared loud enough to rival the thunder outside.
His cock pulsed inside me, and I felt a rush of hot fluid that repeated in waves. He held me tight, panting and shuddering while his climax went on and on. It felt like his seed would start overflowing. But a moment later, his cock shuddered to a stop and so did he, deep relief and contentment on his face.
He barely managed to settle onto the padded floor without squishing me, instead rolling us over so I rested on his broad chest. There we lay, catching our breath.
“Ella,” he murmured breathlessly. The wildfire in his eyes had banked to soft embers, and he smiled tenderly as he stroked my hair back from my face.
