Page 45 of Her Alien Neighbor

I let out an exaggerated gasp. “You sneaky, beautiful giant.”

He leads me to the walk-in pantry in the kitchen and pulls out a drawer along the bottom with “Axil” written in marker on a piece of tape. The drawer is filled to the brim with candy, and none of the filler garbage candy either. This is high-end gourmet candy. He’s got individually wrapped peanut butter cups with organic ingredients, dark chocolate-covered ginger, sour gummies, sour peach rings, chocolate-covered raisins, and an entire sandwich bag filled with pink Starburst. Just the pink ones.

“Holy shit. You’ve got a bit of a sweet tooth, eh?” I mutter, seemingly unable to let go of the Starburst.

“You can have that,” he says when he sees it. “I only like the red ones.”

“Are you serious?” I ask in shock. I’ve never heard of anyone preferring red to pink.

“Yes,” he replies. “Mylo only eats the yellow ones, and Kyan likes orange. Zev does not like them at all. That leaves the pink.”

“Are you sure? You’ve tried the pink ones, right? You’ve actually tasted them?”

His brow furrows. “Yes, Vanessa. I have tried them, and I do not like them.”

“Wow, you might be the perfect human,” I say under my breath as I open the bag and start unwrapping the pink ones.

“Here it is,” he says, uncovering a folded letter beneath the pile of candy. Axil holds it in front of me, but when I go to reach for it, he holds it above his head. “While this is certainly pressing business, I have other ideas,” he says, his voice dropping to a low purr.

I shoot him a smirk. “Such as?”

He turns on his heel and heads down the hall, and my stomach flutters as I follow. Axil pulls me into what I assume is his bedroom at the far end of the hall. He tosses the letter onto a bookshelf by the door and wraps me in his arms. Then his mouth is on mine, hungry and desperate, as his hands roam my body, eventually settling on my ass. He grips me there as he groans against my mouth. “I love your body,” he whispers, then I feel his tongue against the seam of my lips. I let him in as I unbutton his flannel. If only he would wear a shirt that I could remove quicker.

He pulls my shirt over my head and gets to work on my bra clasp as I pull down my leggings. With a triumphant cheer, he unhooks it in the back, and I let the straps fall down my arms slowly as my breasts are bared. Axil grunts as he shakes his head, his gaze moving over my body in such an intimate way, it feels like he’s touching me. “Beautiful.”

Pulling me close, he kisses my cheek, then my neck, and over to my ear. “Get on the bed,” he commands. He steps back to give me room, and when I hesitate, he says, “Now, Vanessa. Do not make me wait.”

A shiver rips through me at his tone, husky and rough as if he’s already on the edge of losing control. I don’t move. “What happens if I do make you wait?” I ask, my hands going to my breasts. “What if I just…” I trail off, my eyes closing as I play with my nipples.

I hear him swallow, then a growl starts to build in his chest. “You would defy me?” My breath catches as he unbuttons his pants and steps toward me, closing the distance between our bodies. He pushes his pants down his legs and steps out of them before he lowers his head, his lips hovering less than an inch above mine. “Are you sure that is what you want?”

If it means he’ll refuse to touch me, then no, that’s not what I want. Not at all. I want his hands all over my body, and I want it right fucking now. Did I think I could be in control here? That I would even want that? Not letting him put his hands on me this morning was thrilling, and it made me feel powerful to have a giant man like Axil quivering under my mouth, but that was different. I had a plan. Now, I don’t, other than to see how he reacts when I refuse to obey.

I can’t exactly bend to his will now, though. Not after making it seem like I’m in a rebellious frame of mind. Keeping one hand on my breast, I let the other travel down my stomach, and between my legs. My clit throbs as I swipe a finger over it.

Axil’s breath is hot on my neck as he inches closer, still not touching me. “Are you wet, Vanessa?”

“Mmm-hmm,” I reply, nodding as I continue running my fingers through my folds.

“Feels good?” he asks, his nose brushing through my hair as he inhales my scent.

“Yes,” I say, sucking in a breath. My chest is heaving as I work my clit faster, harder.

His tongue traces the shell of my ear and I moan. “And you do not want me to touch you? To fulfill your needs?,” he whispers, then bites down on my earlobe. I can’t take it anymore. I turn and throw my arms around his neck, but he stays perfectly still, not touching me.

“Please, Axil,” I beg, no longer worried about how I look or who’s in charge (it’s him). I just want his hands on me.

“Get on the bed,” he says again.

This time, I obey and crawl into the middle, looking over my shoulder at him, seductively. “How do you want me?” My eyes land on his cock and widen, still in disbelief over his size. He’s just… wow, he’s big. Even his balls are impressively large, hanging heavily behind his cock. I’m surprised by how desperately I want that cock inside me.

My body should be frozen in fear at the idea of having sex with Axil, but it’s not. I want him, and I trust him.

“On your knees, leaning back on your heels,” he says as his cock bobs in front of him, as if it’s reaching for me.

Axil keeps his gaze locked on mine as he strides toward me with the grace of a predator hunting its prey. Then he sits on the bed and opens his arms. “Come.”

My pussy clenches at the command, knowing I will soon. I throw my leg over his, and he puts his hands on my hips, guiding me until I’m straddling him, the head of his cock inching closer to my entrance.

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