Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“Better?” he asks, voice husky and soft and enthralling.
It is. The bone-chilling cold is leaching away with every moment I spend pressed to his skin, and I sigh with pleasure. “I’m so much warmer now. Thank you.”
“It brings me great joy to help you like this.” His words are almost shy, as if he’s afraid of getting rejected.
“Just…try not to read too much into it, all right? This is a scary situation for me and your hard dick is impossible to ignore.”
“I know. You have my apologies. I am trying to keep my body under control, but it is difficult when I am around you.” He strokes my arm with one large, warm hand, and I decide I’ll allow it. “You are safe, though. I would never harm you. My cock might be hard, but it is yours to command.”
I bite back a giggle at his fervent words. His cock is mine to command? It would be the corniest line ever if it wasn’t coming from a seven-foot-tall alien.
You like this, my traitorous brain whispers. You know it’s dangerous to rub all over a naked stranger but you’re eating this up. You love the attention.
And god help me, I do. Back home, I’m just another quiet woman that works at a quiet job. I’m excessively average looking and plump, which means I’m invisible to the opposite sex. I’ve been fine with that—well, mostly fine—because I’ve immersed myself into fandom. Whatever reality wouldn’t provide for me, books, television, and the rich online community would fuel.
One reason I love R’jaal’s attention so much is that I’m never the focus of a handsome man. Ever. It’s freaking delightful to be looked at as an irresistible temptress. Here I thought all the fandom scenarios never played out in real life, but I’m already thinking of another.
The whole “will it fit” trope. Because R’jaal is prodigiously equipped, and I haven’t had enough sex to know what “too much” would feel like, but I’m pretty sure he might be too much.
Not that I’m thinking about having sex with him. Fandom really has wrecked my brain. I squeeze my eyes shut and press my cheek to his chest, listening to the soothing sound of his constant purr.
I wonder how long it will take my online friends to realize BeamMeUpHotty234 will never be updating her fics again. Tears threaten to spill out, and I sniff them back.
“I wish I could help you with your sorrow,” R’jaal says, stroking my arm. He’s very careful to keep his hands off my body, which I appreciate, and so far, I have felt no rogue penis brushes, which means he really is being a gentleman.
“I’m just feeling sorry for myself.” I sniff again, determined not to cry. “It’ll pass. This is all just overwhelming and scary. I didn’t even know that aliens existed and now I don’t know how I got here or how to get home. It’s terrifying.”
“I am your friend. I will help you as much as I can. This I promise.” And he gives my arm a reassuring squeeze.
I’m not sure how much a guy that wears furs and carries a spear is going to be able to help me, but I appreciate the thought.
At some point, I must drift off to sleep.
I wake up, warm and toasty and aching between my thighs. I’m aroused, heat pulsing through my body, and instinctively I rock my hips, only to realize that I’m seated over a very long, very hard length that’s pressing up against my pussy in the most delightful way.
Oh. Oh no.
Oh yes.
I shift my weight, trying to see if there’s any way to extract myself from the situation without waking R’jaal up. He’s sleeping, if his light snore is any indication, and I’m sprawled all over him as if I own the man. My hair spills over his chest, my clothing is hitched up to my waist, and my bare pussy is practically cradling his erect cock. The slightest movement will make him glide through my folds, which means I need to lie still.
My pussy clenches, hard, and I ache with emptiness. Something tells me that if I squeeze my legs together, I’m going to find myself slick with arousal. Was I having dirty dreams? I can’t recall.
Right now I can’t think of anything except that the fat length of his cock is wedged against my pussy. He’s purring, even in his sleep, and the constant vibration is not helping the situation.
This is what happens when there’s only one bed…especially when your bed is a person. Carefully, I reach up and snag the hem of my strange yellow gown, trying to tug it back over my ample ass. The movement causes R’jaal to stir, and he twitches awake—
—and his cock presses up against my folds.
I suck in a breath at the same time he does. His eyes snap open and he stares at me, his purring seemingly louder by the moment. “R’slind…you…”