Page 88 of Her Alien Neighbor

“And she cried!” Axil adds. “It was outstanding.” Then he grabs my chin, pulling my face down toward his. “You are so talented. I could not look away.”

I chuckle, rubbing my nose against his. “Thank you, sir.”

“I fully support your acting career should you choose to continue on that path,” Axil says, his tone genuine. “Whatever makes you happy.”

“Well, I doubt I’ll find many acting gigs out here, but I might meet up with the old Drama Club members once in a while to flex the old muscles,” I tell him, surprisingly excited about that. “I need to find a job first, though.”

“Why?” he asks, puzzled.

“Um, because…money?” I reply. “I know you’re not from around here, but money is kind of key to survival.”

“Fine,” he says with a smug smile. “I have plenty of that for both of us. You do not need to work, if you do not want to.”

I pull back to look at him. “Wait, are you serious? How much money are we talking about here?” He’s made references to his wealth before, but I assumed that was all bravado.

Axil pulls my head down and whispers the number in my ear. I gasp instinctively. My alien is a damn billionaire. “Are you kidding me?” Then I attack him with my mouth. It’s not as if I’m only into him for his money, but I’ve never known a life beyond living paycheck to paycheck, so I’m certainly looking forward to the ease that financial stability provides.

“Hey, you guyscannothave sex in the backseat, okay?” Sam scolds, glaring at us through the rearview mirror. “I’m not getting pulled over immediately after busting someone out of jail. That would be too pathetic.”

We agree, begrudgingly, and I haul myself off Axil’s lap and into my own seat. But the moment she drops us off at my place, Axil grabs my hand and runs full speed toward the door. “Your legs are longer!” I shout, trying to keep up.

He pulls me into his arms and lifts me across his chest, his arms beneath my legs and behind my back as he carries me across the threshold. “Home,” he says with a contented sigh as he sets me on my feet.

I look around and nod. “Home.”

Axil’s arms wrap around me from behind as he presses a kiss to the top of my head. Then his hands begin to wander. One goes to my breast and squeezes while the other travels down my stomach and between my thighs. “Get these off,” he groans, pulling at my clothes.

Our shoes come off in the dining room. Our shirts and pants land in the hallway. Just before we stumble into the bedroom, Axil breaks the clasp of my bra clean off, and before I can admonish him for it, he’s pulling down my underwear.

“Cannot wait,” he says in a husky voice. “Need you now.”

He continues kissing my neck as he guides me down on all fours in the hallway. I look over my shoulder at him, standing behind me, stomach muscles rippling as he breathes, his hand wrapped around his giant throbbing cock. “So beautiful,” he says, his eyes heavy-lidded as he looks down at me.

I hear him get on his knees behind me, but I don’t feel him until he presses a kiss to my ass cheek. He kisses the other side and gives it a little bite, which sends a jolt of electricity up my spine. He put his fingers in my ass before. Does he want to do that again? Or does he want to use his cock this time?

I’m surprised by the thrill that races over my skin at the thought of it. It didn’t seem like me, or a thing I’d even want to try before, but that was before Axil came into my life. I want everything he has to give.

His hand snakes around my stomach and dips down between my legs. He presses his chest against my back as his tongue traces the shell of my ear. “You’re so wet for me.”

I’m already gasping, my hips jerking to meet his fingers, begging to be filled by him. “I’ve missed you,” I moan.

“Mmm, I want to fuck this tight little ass,” he whispers, using his other hand to massage the bite mark he left on my cheek.

“Please,” I reply, breathy and needy, and in a voice I don’t recognize.

He chuckles. “Not yet, little human. There is plenty of time for that. First, I must make you mine, body and soul.”

I put my hand over his and push his fingers against my clit, refusing to wait another minute for him to give me what I want. The head of his cock brushes against my entrance, and he moves it up and down my slit, driving me wild with need.

“Please,” I beg again, shifting my hips back to meet him.

He slams into me, not stopping until his thighs slap against my ass, and all the breath leaves my body. It stays that way as he starts to move, pounding into me relentlessly as if I were nothing but his little plaything. He crooks a finger beneath my chin, turning my head to the side so I can look at him. “Keep your eyes on me,” he says. Then I feel his fingers move through my swollen, wet folds until he finds my clit. He rubs a slow circle around it, and my body lights up from the inside.

“Vanessa…” he groans almost as if he’s in pain. “Fuck.”

I try to keep my eyes on him, but it’s impossible to keep them open when he’s playing my body like it’s his favorite instrument.

By the time he switches it up and starts moving his fingers side to side, I’m already gone. The combination of him fucking me hard and fast while his thick fingers caress my clit sends me over the edge as my hips move of their own accord.

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