Page 27 of Wrecked By My Alien Mentor

Her body shudders, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. I don’t let up, my tongue relentless as she cries out, her thighs clamping around my head. I keep going, pushing her higher, until she’s trembling, her body spasming with pleasure.

“Again,” I command, my voice rough.

She doesn’t argue. Her second orgasm hits her harder, her back arching off the mat as she screams my name. I don’t stop until she’s a quivering mess, her body limp and spent beneath me.

“Good girl,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “Now, let’s see if you can take me.”

I grab a fistful of Cora’s hair, the strands soft but unyielding in my grip, and drag her to her knees. She doesn’t resist, her green eyes wide and glinting with that mix of defiance and submission that drives me wild. My cock is already hard, throbbing with need, and I slap it against her cheek, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Her lips part, a soft gasp escaping her, and I feel her breath hot against me.

“You’re learning,” I growl, my voice rough with desire. “But let’s see how well you’ve been paying attention.”

Her hands rise, delicate but sure, and wrap around my shaft. Her fingers work me with a confidence that surprises me, her touch firm but not rushed. She leans in, her lips brushing the crown, and I groan, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. Her tongue flicks out, teasing the sensitive tip, and I tighten my grip in her hair, pulling her closer.

“Good girl,” I mutter, my voice strained. “But don’t stop.”

She doesn’t. Her mouth closes around me, warm and wet, and she takes me deeper, her tongue swirling as she moves. My breath hisses out of me, my body tensing as pleasure surges through me. She’s always been a quick study, but this—this is something else entirely. Her hands slide lower, cupping my balls, and I hiss, my knees nearly buckling.

“Where did you learn that?” I demand, my voice a low growl.

She pulls off just enough to smirk up at me, her lips glistening. “I’m full of surprises, Sir.”

I groan, my control slipping as she takes me back into her mouth, her hands and tongue working in perfect harmony. She’s relentless, her pace steady, and I can feel the pressure building, my release coiling tight in my gut. I try to hold back, to maintain some semblance of control, but she’s too good, too damn good.

“Cora,” I warn, my voice rough. “I’m close.”

She doesn’t stop. If anything, she doubles down, her eyes locked on mine as she sucks me deeper, her tongue pressing against the underside of my cock. I can’t hold back anymore. My hips jerk forward, and I come hard, my release spilling into her mouth. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t pull away. She takes it all, her throat working as she swallows every drop.

When I finally finish, my legs trembling, she pulls back, her lips curved in that sweet, innocent smile that belies the wickedness in her eyes. “Did I pass the test, Mr. Weller, Sir?”

I exhale sharply, my body still thrumming with the aftershocks of my orgasm. “Good girl,” I manage, my voice hoarse. “Very good girl, Cora. I am most pleased.”

Her smile widens, and she tilts her head, her tone dripping with faux innocence. “Then will Sir please give me his cock?”

I laugh, a low, rumbling sound, and pull her to her feet. “You’re insatiable.”

“Only for you,” she purrs, her hands sliding up my chest. “Always for you.”

I grab Cora’s ankles, my hands engulfing them as I pull her legs apart. Her green eyes widen, her lips parting in a gasp as I fold her in half, her knees pressed up near her shoulders. Her body is pliant, trusting, and it drives me wild. I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick folds. She’s drenched, her pussy glistening and ready, and I can’t wait any longer.

“Hold on, Ms. Daniels,” I growl, my voice thick with desire. “This is going to be rough.”

She bites her lower lip, her eyes locking with mine. “Promise?” Her voice is breathless, teasing, and it’s all the encouragement I need.

I slam into her, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Her back arches off the mat, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as she claws at the air. I don’t give her a moment to recover. I pull out almost entirely and thrust back in, hard and relentless, setting a punishing pace that leaves her gasping for air.

“Orion—ah!—Sir, it’s too much—” she whimpers, her hands flailing before they find purchase on her own thighs, gripping them for stability.

“You can take it,” I snarl, my hips pistoning into her. Her pussy clenches around me, tight and hot, and I feel her body start to tremble. “You’re mine, Cora. You’ll take everything I give you.”

Her moans turn into screams as I angle my thrusts, hitting that sweet spot inside her with unerring precision. Her nails dig into her thighs, her body writhing as pleasure overtakes her. “I—I’m going to?—”

“Cum,” I command, my voice a low growl. “Now.”

Her body obeys, convulsing around me as her orgasm rips through her. Her pussy milks my cock, her tight walls clampingdown as she screams my name. I don’t let up, driving her through it, pushing her higher until she’s sobbing, her body twitching with the aftershocks.

“Again,” I demand, my voice rough and unyielding. I shift my angle slightly, hitting that spot even harder, and I feel her body tighten, her resistance crumbling as another orgasm builds.

“Orion—please—I can’t—ah!” Her words dissolve into incoherent cries as I pound into her, relentless and unmerciful. Her pussy spasms around me, her second orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body shakes, her legs trembling as she clings to her thighs, her knuckles white from the effort.

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