Page 31 of Tribute
“Fight me!” she yelled into his face.
“I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”
She drew back her arm and slapped him. Shock exploded in his metal-gray eyes, but he still didn’t retaliate. A red mark bloomed on his cheek as she straddled him and felt the kick of his cock against her panties.
“Fill me then.” She moaned and rocked against him. “Make me forget what they did to me.”
His hands fell to his sides on the mat. “Lee, you’re not thinking straight.”
“I know that!” She snarled in his face and he visibly flinched. “I haven’t had a normal thought since I ended up on this godforsaken planet.” She shivered. “You owe me. Give me that big thick cock of yours. Fill me up.”
He licked his lips. “If you want it, Lee, you know where it is. Go ahead.”
Without even allowing herself to think it through, she rose on her knees and dragged down his shorts to expose his hard, wet cock. The familiar scent of him tantalized her nostrils. He lifted his hips so that she could complete her task and uncover that fine ass of his too.
Although he was making no effort to run away, she scrambled to remove her panties. He lay on the mat, his arms at his sides, his hands clenched into fists, and his cock bare to her needy cunt.
He swallowed hard as she grasped the base of his shaft and rubbed the wet crown against her clit.
“Are you . . . okay to take me?”
She eased him in a scant centimeter. “No.”
“Then let me?—”
“No. I want to feel you, notthem.”
An image of slick tentacles and protrusions flashed inside her mind, and she instantly banished it. Akran’s cock was wet, but she wasn’t. She’d have to work to take every bit of him, and that was just how she wanted it.
And God, he let her, lying quietly beneath her as she took her time easing him inside her tight, reluctant pussy. He kept his hands on the ground; only the occasional tremor ran through his muscled frame as she rocked against him in an agony of slow possession that made everything feel real and raw for the first time in weeks.
“Oh, damn,” she whispered as she finally claimed all of him. “That’s just what I wanted.” She opened her eyes and stared down at him. “Will you help me?”
His agreement was instantaneous, but contained within a small nod.
“Play with my breasts, but do it hard. Pinch me, but don’t . . . lick or suck or . . .”
“I get it.”
His big hands rose to cup her breasts, his thumb and forefinger tightening on her nipples and twisting them.
With a groan, she started to move on him, one finger rubbing her clit as hard as she could take it. Akran started tugging at her nipples in time to her strokes over his cock and soon the pleasure and the pain bonded together and she had to shut her eyes to take it all in—to force the new memories in over the old—to make sense of the unexplainable.
Her climax caught her unawares, raging through her clit and clamping her pussy around Akran’s shaft until she was writhing over him, her fingernails buried in his shoulder as she gasped in pleasure.
Rehz held himself still under her, his hips coming off the floor as she gripped his cock so hard that he wanted to yelp with the force of it. He let her use him as she wanted, riding him until she started to cry and collapsed over him. He wanted to roar out his pleasure, roll her onto her back and kiss her until she let him fuck her again, her heels digging into his ass, urging him on . . . but he wouldn’t. He’d take what she’d offered and not an inch more.
With a sigh, he eased out of her and gathered her close, her head on his shoulder as she cried and shook.Greez, he had to swallow hard to stop bawling himself. He wanted to keep her safe fromeverything. . .
Eventually, she kissed his throat. “Thank you.”
“For not fighting you?”
She sighed. “I’m sorry I slapped you.”
“I probably deserved it.”
Her hand slid down over his hip, and he tried to turn away from her questing fingers.
