Page 7 of Star Defenders (My Alien Mates 2)

I moaned softly.

He flicked again, then ran a hand up my legs, up between my thighs. He rubbed his fingers against my clit and already wet entrance, while his tongue circled my rear hole.

When my whole body started to ache for him, he pressed a finger inside me, then another.

I arched my back. I wanted more, needed more.

He pumped his hand in and out of me, then pressed a finger lightly into my ass.

"You're so soft and warm," he marvelled.

I groaned. "Please," I breathed.

He bent my knee and opened me out to him further. With fingers and mouth, he went to work on my clit.

In moments, I was gasping and grinding my hips against the chair.

On the vidscreen, a woman screamed. I understood how she felt. I wanted to scream the station down.

"Slek," I moaned.

"Yes, Edie?" His voice was muffled.

"Don't stop," I pleaded.

"I had no intention of it."

"Good. Mmmm." I pressed my palms to the chair on either side of my head and closed my eyes.

He paused for a moment, then his fingers were replaced with something bigger, harder. Slowly, he slid his cock into me and sank down deep.

"Oh. My. Stars," he breathed. He kissed the back of my neck, then began to thrust like a man starved of food. Every pound let the massager-like bumps on his cock rub against my clit and all the way through the bottom of my belly.

I was on the verge of coming, but I didn't want to, not yet.

"I want to look at you," I said. "Please."

He thrust another time, then pulled out and helped me to roll onto my back. No sooner was I settled than his mouth descended on my breasts, licking, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks on my tender skin. Between him and Danec, I was covered in them.

I tugged up the hem of his shirt and helped him out of it. His purple skin covered a rock hard chest with abs to match.

I blinked a couple of times, still unable to believe a guy like him would care about a girl like me, much less want to fuck me.

"What?" He turned his head and looked at me with one eye.

"You're hot," I said.

He grinned. "Yes, but so are you."

I wasn't sure if I should sock his arm or blush. In the end, I did both, but he just laughed and went back to leaving love bites all over my breasts.

I ran the tips of my fingers over his skin, from his shoulders to his belly. I had seen the size of the weights he lifted. They were twice as heavy as me. No wonder he looked like he did.

I reached down to grip his cock, still slick with my juices. The nodules on his length started at his balls—which looked human, only more purple—and continued, stopping under his head. They massaged my fingers and palm as I worked him with slow, firm strokes.

His hand ghosted over my clit, his touch feather-light, but enough to drive me wild.

I let go of his cock and hooked a leg over his so his tip was poised at my entrance.

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