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“You have more powder on you, Commander.”

“Oh!” She starts brushing the sugar off her chest, calling attention to the lovely mounds beneath. This doesnothelp my situation with the drekking jeans.

“Let me.” I gently brush the powder from her cheeks and chin. My fingers slow as I do not wish this task to end.

“Do you have powdered sugar on Zyan?” she asks in a dreamy, seductive voice, unintentionally tempting me.

“I’m not sure we have anything like it.”

“You need to taste it.” She dips her finger into the container of powder and holds her finger out to me.

In the interest of cultural exploration and since my duty requires me to live as a human for this week, I will taste the unusual-looking food. I lean in to Golda, ignoring her finger as I slide my tongue along the sugar on her neck. Her breath hitches and the delicate vein beneath my tongue pulses faster and harder, arousing me beyond belief. The sugar on my tongue is overly sweet, but the female beneath tastes like spring on Zyan. Fresh. Airy. Clean. And utterly divine.

My tongue traces higher to her jaw. Softness greets me as I press my body against hers. Her breasts, her belly, her thighs all cushion me and I imagine the heavenly pleasure of sinking into her heat. One of my hands laces through her hair, pulling the tie there free until the silky mass cascades onto my arm. My other hand slides down her back to the top of her ample ass. I’m no longer a warrior as I squeeze her backside.

I want so much more with her...

CHAPTERNINE

GOLDA

Sten’s licking my throat and jaw and pressing his body against me, creating a fire in me I don’t know how to extinguish. How I got myself into this position baffles me, but I like it. Very much.Toomuch.

The hard length of a huge cock nestles against my belly, sending a rush of excitement right to my core. As my hair falls down and he squeezes my ass, I release a throaty moan. Then my hips take over, grinding against him. Shameful, but I don’t give a damn. I’m loving this too much to care that a single girl isn’t supposed to behave this way.

Maybe this will be the night. But not unless I can bring myself to touch him. I’ve never touched a man before. Notthere. No man ever interested me. But with Sten, I find myself wet between my legs merely from flirting with him.

I glide my hand over the top of his jeans and then slide lower until my fingers touch the hardness there. My brain says I should stop, but the rest of me keeps going… lower and lower and lower. How huge is this thing? I may be a virgin, but math is math. He’ll never fit.

“My cocks have risen for you.”

Cocks? There’s that language issue again. I certainly won’t correct him every time he misspeaks, especially over something so minor as making a noun plural, and especially not while he’s nibbling on my earlobe. Oh, God, why does that drive me crazy?

“What’s taking so long?” my mother calls from the dining room.

I jerk out of Sten’s hold with the jarring reminder that we’re not alone.

“I spilled the powdered sugar and we’re cleaning it up,” I yell out as I straighten my sweater and throw my hair back up into a ponytail. I can’t help being frazzled. I’m making out with an alien in the kitchen while my parents are literally feet away, separated only by a thin door.

“I forgot why we are here,” Sten says. Then a grin overtakes his face. “But I don’t regret the cooking lesson, Commander.”

I glance down at the huge bulge in his pants and my pussy clenches. He’s going to split me wide open.

“You’re reallybig, Sten.”

“You’re just tiny compared to zyanthan females.”

Tiny? No one’s ever called me that before. Even when I was a kid. I’m bigger than most women my height, but if he wants to think of me as tiny, who am I to burst his bubble? Especially when he might be the one to pop my cherry?

“Sure. We can go withtiny. I knew there’s a reason I like you.”

He presses his hips forward again. “I can give you another.”

“We need to get dessert out there before my mom comes in.” I reach over to gather the platter of donuts and point at the coffee for him to carry.

“My cocks will adjust to you. You will take me, female,” he says with absolute confidence as he picks up the coffee tray.

“Adjust?” I can’t believe I’m asking, as if having sex with him is a foregone conclusion.

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