Page 45 of The Biker Alien

“It’s not my first time having a cock up my ass,” she whispers.

“So you like, huh?”

She whimpers as she starts to move up and down on my lap, the hot water of the shower still beating down on us. Just how much water is in the hot water heater in the hotel?

“You like too, don’t you?” she murmurs, cupping my face.

“I don’t just love… it,” I say, and shake my head.

I meant to say that I don’t just like it, that I love it, but if I were to continue with the ‘I don’t just love it,’ I would add that also love her, but I don’t think she’s ready yet.

But I am. I love and adore her. She’s perfect in my eyes. Her hips are a bit squishy, but that just makes it easier for me to hold onto her as she starts to pick up speed.

“Alec…”

“Do whatever it is that you need to do,” I tell her.

“I need you,” she cries out.

I cup her face and kiss her hard, passionately. One of my cocks empties itself inside of her, but she keeps going. Even when she trembles against me from the force of her own orgasm, she continues to go up and down on my cocks.

“Just a little more,” I say, practically panting. “Your touch, the way you move…”

Teri mesmerizes me. She has her head tilted back, her eyes shut, and I lean forward to kiss her neck, to suck on it.

She grabs my shoulders, for leverage I think, but then her nails scrape down my back, and I shiver with delight.

“Take me there,” I murmur, even though I’m already gone.

Teri leans forward, rubbing her nipples against my chest, and the way she slams down on me is enough to make both of my cocks ejaculate, and I swear she’s trembling again from her own orgasm.

She slows her movements and hugs me tightly. I embrace her hard, wishing she could see into my heart to know how much I love her, how much she means to me. If she could only see herself with my eyes, she wouldn’t keep talking about her weight.

She is my fated mate.

She will always be my fated mate.

Teri draws back away from me. “Ah, I feel like I need to wash up all over again.”

I chuckle as I help her to stand before standing up beside her. “I can help with that.”

We take turns washing each other, and while we sneak kisses, we don’t turn it sexual again, even though we do wash each other thoroughly. It’s so right and simple and perfect to do something so mundane with her. She even washes my hair.

And that’s when she notices something else about my anatomy.

“What is this?” she asks, brushing her fingers over an area not far from my temples that is covered in hair. “It’s not horns, are they?”

“You could consider them horns, I guess,” I say. “Not like the horns of a ram, but horns just the same.”

She giggles. “You’re my devil, huh?”

I just stare at her.

She called me hers.

Granted, she said her devil, but still, I’m that desperate that I’ll take what I can get.

I help her climb out of the shower first, and she dries her hair first and then her body. I step out and grab another towel and dry myself.

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