Page 50 of Rescued By The Alien Prince Pirate

He pushed himself inside me and groaned. I gasped as his wide girth filled me up. It felt like his cock was reaching mystomach, he was so big. I had no complaints. I absolutely loved it.

Cyburn began to thrust, gently at first. He was on top of me, gazing down at me with such love and adoration that it took my breath away.

He affectionately stroked my cheek.

"Don't worry," I whispered, holding his gaze. "I'm ready."

"And I'm not going to hurt you," he promised again.

"I know, darling." I gave him a reassuring smile.

"Does it feel good?"

"It feels amazing—" I interrupted my own sentence with a moan as pleasure quaked through me.

Cyburn buried himself deeper inside me. We got into a rhythm. His shaft lightly rubbed up against my clit with each amazing thrust.

I started to feel really warm and tingly all over. I started to feel like I was on top of the world. Adrenaline pushed through me. I was in dopamine heaven. Tingles erupted across my body like mini-fireworks.

I let out an urgent moan. It escaped from my throat as mixture of a shout and a whine. I knew I was loud, but I couldn't help it. The moan was desperate and animalistic, but it still feltsofucking good andsonatural.

I lost all control over myself after that. I started spinning out, but in the best way. Every part of my body was lost in sensory heaven.

My body started shaking. The ecstasy slammed into me and poured over me like warm water from a showerhead. There was no escaping this surreal amount of pleasure.

The warmth continued and a flood of wetness poured between my legs, soaking the sheets of the cot and Cyburn's genitals, too.

I stared at him. That's when I realized my nails were dug deep into his back and my legs were coiled like a snake around his torso. I panted hard. I was delirious and floating through paradise.

I could barely speak. I was still in recovery mode, but Cyburn wasn't finished with me yet. He still looked like he wanted to beat my pussy to death. I didn't mind. I was still riding on this post-orgasmic high and he could do anything he wanted to me.

Cyburn opened my legs and held my ankles cuffed in his wrists. He was going in for the kill. I could see it written all over his face. His eyes were in hunt mode. I was his prey, and he was going to devour me whole.

I was both afraid and excited all at once. I let him take me because I wanted it more than anything. He thrust into me hard, fucking me until I couldn't breathe or see straight.

When he finished, it was an explosion of hot cum everywhere. It dripped all down my stomach and breasts, trickled down my inner thighs. It was sticky and a sexy mess, a mixture of our warm cum blended together.

It was absolutely fantastic.

I couldn't get enough.

Even as Cyburn laid down beside me into a crumpled heap of fatigue, I wanted him again. I wantedmore.

My sexual appetite went from non-existent toravenous.

He pulled a sheet over and cleaned me off and then enveloped his arms around me and held me close. He squeezed me tight. He was still breathing hard. We cuddled, naked, spooning for several minutes after we finished, just blissfully relaxed in each other's naked company. It was perfect and serene, but it didn't last nearly as long as I had hoped it would.

Just as I was closing my eyes to drift off into a soothing nap, the ship's intercom crackled, and a mysterious and wicked voice began to speak deadly threats— turning our world of paradise upside down in an instant.

Epilogue

CARMELA

Cyburn and I had gotten lost in our own little world for a little while, but it all came crumbling down soon after. We knew that in the end, our intimate time wouldn't last forever. The ecstasy had a shelf life, as far as our enemies were concerned.

We knew that we couldn't stay safe in this medical bay, taking refuge here and fucking from sun-up to sundown, even though there were no such things out here in deep space. It was only a matter of time before all the walls came crumbling down around us.

The imminent danger of these alien robots was too close for comfort. They were on the hunt again, and we were their most prized target.

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