Page 19 of The Alien's Stolen Rebel

I moaned something, though I don’t remember what. The feeling of his tongue overwhelmed any thought, any reason, any memory. The electric tingling against my most sensitive parts drove me wild, and with each kiss, each lick, he set me teetering on the edge of an orgasmic explosion.

Each time, he caught it before I came, backing off just enough to let me fall back from the peak. I lost track of how many times he frustrated me like that, but I loved and hated every second.

Until he pressed a finger inside me, then two. They stretched me beautifully, and I panted for breath as he curled them inside me. His tongue swept over my clit in perfect rhythm with his fingers, and it took all of two frenzied breaths for him to push me over the edge.

The orgasm was mind-blowing, blinding, incredibly intense. It felt as though lightning struck me, my entire nervous system lighting up in ecstasy. The ship shook around me and I howled, bucking in his grip.

Kreel held on tight, one hand on my hip, the other cradling my head, stopping me from falling off the narrow table. I came back to myself to find him looming over me, keeping me safe in his arms as my shudders subsided.

I looked up at him with a grin, panting for air. His proud smile made me feel safe and treasured, but I couldn’t help noticing the bulge in his pants was larger than ever.

And my desire to find out what he was packing grew with it.

“Your turn.” I tried to say it in a sultry tone, but all I could manage was breathless. It still had the desired effect, drawing a growl from Kreel.

“You need rest,” he said, but I saw his bulge twitch. He didn’t want to stop any more than I did.

“Rest later.” I looked him in the eyes, despite the blush spreading down from my cheeks and over my breasts. “I need you now.”

Somewhere, I found the courage to reach out and caress him through his tight pants. His cock felt strange, not justbig,butdifferent.Ridges ran around it, large enough to feel through the leather of his pants, and I thought I felt small nubbins protruding. Wondering what it would be like, I shivered and realized I needed to see it. To touch it without the leather barrier. Totasteit, to feel it inside me.

His growl deepened, turned hungry, eager, dangerous. I reached for him with my left hand, running my fingers over the smooth, cool, silver skin of his torso, feeling the ridges of his abs as my right hand struggled to undo his belt.

His patience ran out at my touch, and he let go of me, pushed my hand aside, and pulled off his belt. Whatever fastening held his pants closed came undone with a brush of his hand, and they fell to the floor at his feet.

I stared in awe at what that revealed. The ridged silver length stood hard and proud, pulsing as I watched. It was big, too, even bigger than I’d imagined, and I wasn’t sure he’d fit inside me.

More than anything, I wanted to find out.

I stroked my hand up and down his shaft, feeling the pulses under the metallic skin. Kreel groaned and pulled me back up, lifting me into a powerful kiss with casual strength. My legs wrapped around his waist without a thought, and I gasped as my breasts pressed to his chest.

That monster cock pressed against me. Shutting my eyes, I arched at the sensation as Kreel pushed me down just a touch, just enough to tease me.

And then lifted me again, his lips finding my neck and his chuckle vibrating through me. I groaned in frustration.

“What is it you need, Rachel?” he asked, his low voice a rumble I felt as much as I heard. Before I could answer, he lowered me again, a little further, pushing a little deeper into me.

“You—oh—you know what I want,” I gasped, fingers clutching at his back, legs squeezing his waist, futilely trying to pull me onto him. Kreel laughed again, deep and dark and dangerous, and my body melted for him.

“You must ask, little one,” he said, kissing my ear to punctuate his words. “Tell me.”

I wanted to swear at him, and possibly hit him. I wanted to do anything I could for him, and some things I couldn’t. My body ached for him and knew exactly what it wanted.

“Fuck me,” I groaned, giving in. It was the sweetest surrender I’ve ever made. “Please, Kreel, fuck—OH!”

That was all the urging he needed to thrust up intome, one hard, powerful motion sheathing his cock inside my aching pussy. Its monstrous size filled me, stretched me almost to the point of pain.

AndGod damn, it felt good. I’d never even imagined anything so perfect. He swelled inside me, the pulses running up and down the monster cock buried deep, sending tingles shooting through me as hard nubs pressed into me.

Another thrust, and I gasped in pure pleasure. Another, and another, and another. Each time, faster and harder. Each time, deeper and more powerful. I clung on for dear life as though he was the only safe haven I had in this storm of joy.

My back hit the table with a thump, and Kreel followed me down. The change of angle did nothing to alter his rhythm, and all I could manage was a whimper as he fucked me against the hard surface.

Every thrust seemed harder than the last, rougher, deeper, and as he went, the pulses in his steel-hard cock sped up. Soon, they merged into a constant thrumming that shook me and drove me into a thrashing frenzy of pleasure.

One orgasm barely passed before he pushed me into another, and each time I recovered, he fucked even harder. Soon, it was like I was riding a constant wave of climaxes, lost in waves of ecstasy. All that existed was him and me, and I lost track of where one ended and the other began.

His cock filled me perfectly, and when it swelled, I clamped down on him, knowing that his climax wascoming, was rising to meet mine. I howled as his kisses and bites became harder, more urgent, more demanding.

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