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“Fuck me now!”

“Doooccc,” Bradi growled out as he slammed into her, impaling her with his cock. He smashed her body to the wall and sent hot juice running down her thighs. With each thrust, Bradi left the back of her head banging against the wall. It would have been painful if the feel of him buried deep within her pussy didn’t feel so good.

Clawing at his back, she held tight to him as he continued to pump his hips rapidly. His back rippled and she knew that he was just this side of shifting. The thought of that should have scared her; it didn’t. It turned her on. “Oh, yes, Bradi…yes,” she cried out as she felt her orgasm building.

White lights flashed behind her eyelids as her inner thighs tightened. A tingling sensation moved down to her toes. Bradi snarled as he pushed her hard one last time against the wall, and finished deep within her, spitting his seed into her.

Panting and still coming, Marisa hugged him tight as she wiggled on his still-hard shaft, utilizing all the pleasure it had to offer.

Bradi’s eyes shifted back to blue and he tried to back away from her. “Doc, I’m sorry. I lost control.”

“Shhh,” she whispered, pulling his mouth to hers. “It was perfect. It’s part of you, Bradi, and I love you, so I love it as well.”

“You are too good for me. You know that, don’t you?”

Marisa moved her hips more and felt him flexing his cock deep within her. He lifted her free of his shaft and eased her to her feet. She thought he was done. When he turned her to face in the other direction and pulled her hips back, she knew she was wrong. As he hooked an arm around her midriff and took her to the floor, she glanced back at him. “Bradi?”

Instantly, she felt the head of his cock rubbing against her soaked slit. A low rumble sounded from his throat as he ran his hands over her ass. Pulling her cheeks apart, he slid a finger dangerously close to her sensitive anal opening.

“Bradi?”

“Relax, Doc. I would never hurt you.”

“I know.”

He pushed his finger in slowly and she felt her tiny rosette fight back against the intrusion. Bradi ran his other hand up her spine and rubbed his cock near her opening. “Relax, baby. Let me love all of you.”

Working his finger in and out of her slowly, he moved his other hand around to the front and began tweaking her swollen clit. Without thought, she bucked back against him, driving his shaft into her pussy and his finger deeper into her ass. The sensation of being so full was too much and she came instantly.

Bradi pulled out of her and placed the tip of his dick to her anus and slipped it in slowly.

White-hot pain tore through her body and for a second, Marisa thought she would either pass out or scream. Bradi reached around and toyed with her clit again, as he eased his length into her more. “Push down, baby. Push down.”

Marisa did as she was told and the pain lessened, quickly making way for a unique sensation that brought her pleasure. Her body tightened as another orgasm hit her. “Oh, yes, Bradi, yes. More!”

He pushed in to the hilt and she thought that she might explode.

“So tight. You feel so good.”

Bradi began moving in and out of her slowly, letting her ease into the idea of having his cock buried in a new location. Marisa was lost in the bliss of his tweaking, tugging, and screwing, and screamed out as yet another orgasm claimed her.

Bradi slammed his body to hers and released his seed into her. Moaning in ecstasy, he draped his body gently on hers, still buried in her and still coming.

“What the…? Marisa?”

The sound of Peter’s voice caught Marisa off guard and she turned to see Peter and Christian standing in the doorway. She leaned forward as Bradi withdrew slowly.

Disgust moved over Peter’s face and his eyes hardened. “You’re fucking our best man? My best? Marisa? It’s Bradi! You hate Bradi!”

Bradi gave her his shirt and it took her three tries to get it on because her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Marisa glanced at Peter and then to her husband. Bradi finished lacing his pants up and put his hand out to her. She took it carefully, and moved closer to him, needing the shelter, the safety of his arms.

Peter reached for his weapon and Christian put his hand on the man’s shoulder. “I would not advise that, Commander.”

Peter attempted to advance on Bradi, but Christian held him in place. “I would not advise that either.”

“Well, do you advise my best friend and fiancée to fuck each other senseless?”

Christian’s eyes met Marisa’s and she felt color creep over her face. The man had just watched her take it from behind. It didn’t get much more humiliating than that. “No, I do not advise that, but I do recommend that mated pairs—husband and wife, as you refer to them—join as often as possible. In as many ways as they wish to. Our race is dying out, and we need all the children we can get.”

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