Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
“Of course.” Did I pick the only virgin for miles around? Just my luck. Every other alien I’ve met would have had me bent over the desk and impaled before I could complete a sentence. This one is being frustratingly, infuriatingly polite.
Sweet, but not what I need right now.
He works one big blue hand under my skirt, and I catch a brief glimpse of tattoos on his palm before it disappears under the fabric. In the next moment, warm fingers skim up my thigh.
I spread them wider, whimpering. Oh god, I really am out of my mind with need right now. It’s like an itch that’s so close to being scratched. I’ve never felt like this when ovulating before, but I’ve also never been hopped up on alien meds, so there’s that. “Please go higher,” I manage tightly. “I will love you forever if you just go higher.”
Ainar gives me a startled look, and then his hand gently brushes over the mound of my sex. The moment he touches me, my body makes a wet, obscene sound. I’m part horrified, mostly aroused, and worried he’s going to freak out. Aliens are big into hygiene, and sex is just about one of the messiest things a body can do.
But Ainar doesn’t seem to mind. He groans, his fingers dipping into my folds and exploring that silky wetness. He rubs me, moving deeper until his blunt fingertips press up against the entrance to my body. It feels so much like relief that I want to scream.
Then he pulls away, and I want to murder him for not fingering me into an immediate orgasm.
“Ah,” is all he says. “I think I have it now.”
“Great,” I manage, and it takes everything I have not to wrap my legs around him and beg for him to just pound me into the table. I need this so badly. I’m not even thinking about a baby at the moment. I just need—desperately—for someone to touch me and ease this terrible ache. “If you’ve changed your mind…”
“No. Not at all. If you’re sure you want me—”
I grab him by the front of his tunic, pulling him forward, and give him a crazed stare. “If you don’t fuck me in the next five minutes, I am going to lose my mind, Ainar.”
His eyes widen.
“Sorry. I just…I don’t have time to waste.” I swear if he turns me down, I’m going to burst into tears. Big, ugly, noisy tears…and that’s going to make it hard for me to find someone else. “Like I said, you don’t have to even touch me. I just need your jizz—”
Ainar’s big hand suddenly covers my chin. He squeezes my cheeks, making my mouth pucker. Then, he leans in and presses his mouth to mine. “Do we kiss first?” He gives me a very studious look as he studies my puckered mouth. “I’m not sure if mine fits on yours properly.”
Well, it won’t if he keeps squeezing mine like that. “We can kiss some other time,” I say quickly. “It’s not required for impregnating me.”
“Oh, of course not.” He looks disappointed.
I fight back a wave of guilt, because I’m literally just asking this guy to fuck me, not to woo me. But I’m down to compromise. “Come first? Kiss later?”
He nods, his hands going to his pants—the thick leggings that the mesakkah wear under a tunic that they call “trou.” Yes. I’m practically licking my lips at the sight of the bulge that’s revealed when he lifts his tunic hem.
“Oh wow,” I breathe. “You’re, uh, a big boy.”
Ainar freezes, his tail stopping mid-swing. “This…is bad?”
Shit. Am I talking him out of things? I shake my head quickly and put my hands over his, fumbling with the strange activated fastener that aliens use on their clothes. “No. It’s perfect. I’m just surprised. The last dick I saw was, well, not that big. Or pleasant. But it was long. Not fat. Just long. Fat’s better, you know? I mean, not that I’m doing this because I really wanted some fat dick. I just wanted a baby. But dick is a side benefit.” He remains paralyzed and when I look up, his expression is stricken. “You know what? I’m going to quit talking about dick now.”
“I hope you find mine pleasant,” Ainar says, and then unzips.
I swear to god, it’s like a snake falls out of his pants. I stare in shock as the biggest, prettiest blue dick reveals itself to me. The head is ever-so-slightly mushroomed at the tip, and a deeper, more velvety shade of blue there. Thick, flaring ridges move up his shaft, and the man has piercings like a compass, with dual metal spider-bites to the north, south, east and west. He’s got a curve ever so slightly to one side, and at the base of his shaft is a small cartilage protrusion that I’ve heard about but have never experienced.