Page 44 of Whisked Away By the Alien

This is so dirty, and it’s still not enough. I crave his moan as dirty thoughts, all designed to drive him wild, enter my head. Making this powerful, beautiful man melt under my touch will fill a fantasy I didn’t know I had.

“My turn,” I say, without knowing what to do. But I’m determined to figure it out.

“Not yet. First, I taste you.”

“Taste me?”

He slides his fingers into his mouth. The expression on his face… OMG, he looks ravenous… for me!

“Pants off,” he orders.Orders!

Without delay, I kick off my boots and my pants go with them.

“Turn around, let me see that gorgeous ass.”

I turn around, facing the back of an overstuffed chair that’s thigh high. My bra suddenly goes slack and falls down my arms. He unhooked the back. I can’t believe I’m standing here almost completely naked in front of a guy.

A hand grips the base of my neck, holding me still while the other runs down my back, touching every inch of me. “You’re perfect, Golda. And soon, you will be mine.”

Sten squeezes my ass. My body tenses. I try to turn around but he holds me still and squeezes again, this time with an animalistic growl. “You will not hide from me.”

“But my ass is…”

“It’s perfect. Now, sholani, remove the fabric covering your sex. I wish to see all of you.”

“Don’t I get to see you?”

“You will do more than see. You will take my cocks in each of your tight holes, starting with your lush mouth.”

I’m stunned at his frankness. And did he say cocks, plural? I must have misheard. I’m overwhelmed from all the new sensations. Until his hands caress down the sides of my breasts and his bare chest presses against my back. The hardness of his length against my panties is doing things to me I’ve never imagined. I have an irrepressible urge to spread my legs, grind against him, and have contact with him any way I can.

I reach back and feel the warmth of skin over hard muscles along his abdomen. I’d like to reach lower, but I might touch his cock and I’m still feeling my way through this, literally and figuratively. My hand slides over his hip. There’s no question. He’s definitely naked behind me.

This is really happening. Those butterflies return, and they brought their cousins with them, fluttering like crazy until his hands settle on my hips.

“Let me taste you, my Golda.”

The very thought of him putting his fingers in me again shoots me into the atmosphere. Eager for his touch, I roll my panties down, and god help me, I wiggle my ass as I do so.

That same growl from before echoes through my apartment, making me forget that I’m completely naked. Then his mouth skims my ear and I melt beneath his touch.

“Do you still want me?” he whispers even as his fingers pinch my nipples and hold them captive.

“What if I say no?” I tease. I don’t want this to end. I want him to take control, to show me the elusive pleasures he’s dangling before me.

“I will stop touching you if you wish. If that happens, sholani, you will stand there and watch while I touch myself as I dream of being deep inside you.”

OMG. He’ll do it, too! Wetness drips down my leg.

“I smell your arousal, my little flower. Let me taste you.”

“Yes!”

One hand presses against the middle of my back, draping my upper torso over the chair until my ass rises high in the air. Powerful thighs press against mine, pushing my legs apart. Oh god, I can’t believe—

His hands separate my folds and then histonguemoves through me. He’slickingme up and down. Waves of pleasure roll through my body, holding me hostage. He could do anything to me right now and I’d gladly submit.

I spread my legs wider, fully expecting him to fuck me, but he’s not done with his mouth. His tongue flicks and plays with my clit before he sucks on me. I’m starting to squirm from the intensity that’s building. I’ve had orgasms before, alone in the dark, but nothing like this monstrous wave ready to consume me.

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