Page 49 of Charmed By the Alien Warrior

My eyes close on a gasp as his wonderfully textured tongue snakes out and swipes up the inside of my thigh. His hands slide up my legs to grasp me on either side of my hips and pull me closer, lifting me slightly and bringing my aching core up to his mouth. His hold on me is firm as if he’s worried I might try to escape. But there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell of that happening.

He pauses, and I can feel the heated caress of his eyes moving over my pussy as if he’s trying to memorize the sight for later. And for a split second, I feel a little self-conscious under his gaze, but then any embarrassment I feel is wiped away as soon as I open my eyes and meet his golden gaze.

“You are amazing. The most beautiful being I have ever encountered.” My eyes widen as Sorrin takes a deep breath in,his nostrils flaring wide as he holds his breath as if he’s savoring every drop of my scent. Then, he releases it in a gust, his warm breath blowing out and fanning over my heated flesh.

Oh shit.That really shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but fucking hell, it is.

“You’re so beautiful here. So pink and delicate,” Sorrin chokes out on a groan, his words making my breath catch in my throat.

My bare pussy is only inches from his face, and I don’t know how much longer I can last without feeling his mouth on me.

He shoots me another wicked grin as if he knows exactly how desperate I am before he ever so slowly lowers his head and places his mouth directly on top of me. His tongue snakes out and slides along my slick flesh from bottom to top. The textured bumps make a sweeping pass over my sensitive clit, and it feels like an electric shock goes through me.

My hips jerks in response, and a yelp slips from between my lips.Oh God, I swear it feels better than last time.Sorrin stops and glances up at me, the expression on his face concerned before it quickly relaxes when I whimper in frustration and shamelessly lift my hips, urging him to continue.

With a growl, he buries his face against my swollen pussy, his tongue circling the hardened nub of my clit. When I let out a rough moan of encouragement, he really goes to town, swirling his textured tongue around the sensitive bit of flesh.

I can feel the stretch of his lips against my skin as he grins in enjoyment, and I realize everything this man does is with happiness. Sorrin hums as if he’s savoring my taste, and the vibrations against my pussy only make my arousal spiralhigher. A moan tears from my lips as he sucks my clit between his lips, pulling it into the warmth of his mouth. The edge of a fang brushes gently against it sending a shudder of primal need through me.

The warmth in my chest deepens, transforming into a tingling heat that spreads like wildfire. It surges through my veins, buzzing under my skin with an intensity that leaves me breathless. It’s strange—like liquid fire and electricity all at once.

It’s as if every nerve in my body is waking up for the first time. And I know I should be worried, maybe even afraid. This isn’t normal, but right now, with his mouth driving me to a fast-approaching orgasm, I don’t care. Instead, I let the heat travel through me and surrender to the connection that has existed between us almost since the beginning.

All I care about right now is the orgasm I can feel building up inside me.

I reach down, tunnelling my fingers through the silky strands of Sorrin’s hair as the first tremors of release begin to rush through me. My mouth opens on a shuddering moan as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me. Stars flash brightly against my closed lids and for a split second, I wonder if I’ve died.

Death by pussy licking. What a way to go. But Sorrin isn’t through.

I float in a haze of satisfaction as Sorrin continues to lap at my swollen clit. Then, I feel the press of his finger as it slides inside my wet core. My inner walls flutter around the thick digit, trying to hold onto him as he pumps in and out of me. At first, his movements are rough and unpracticed, but he quickly grows bolder, his thumb reaching up to rub against my sensitive clit.

And before I know it the burn of desire is back, threatening to scorch me with its heat. I arch my back, my hips pressing against him, but it’s not enough.

“Sorrin,” I breathe out. “Please. I need more.” I can barely get the words out. I need him inside me. I’ve never felt this kind of hunger before, as if I’ll go out of my mind if he doesn’t fill me with his cock right this second.

He lifts his head, his gaze meeting mine, and there’s a fire in his eyes that mirrors the same one that seems to have taken up residence inside me.

“I’ll give you whatever you need,” he growls. The lower half of his face glistens, and as I watch, his long tongue swipes out to lick up every drop of my arousal.

My eyes go wide and it feels like a fireball of desire bursts into flames inside my chest. With a growl, he rears back and quickly tugs his loincloth off before tossing it aside. My gaze runs over his body, and my eyes go even wider when they finally reach his hips.

Holy shit.It’s even bigger than I imagined.

The monster that is his cock is a thick bar, standing straight up against his firm abdomen. It’s easily twice the size of any man I’ve ever been with, and for a split second, I wonder if he’ll even be able to fit inside me.

It’s a deeper color than his skin, more of a teal than his bright aqua coloring, with a wide flared head as big as a plum. The same nubs that cover his tongue line his erection and thick ridges run along the top and bottom ending in more protective ridges at the base of his cock.

Ridges that will hit my clit just right.

A bead of pearly precum seeps from the flared tip before dripping down the length, and I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight. I want to taste him. I want to feel him inside me, stretching me and filling me up until there’s nothing else but him.

Sorrin follows my gaze, wrapping his large hand around his length with a hiss, before he meets my eyes again. Gone is the brash, self-confident warrior and left in his place is a guy who looks hesitant. And concerned.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice is barely above a whisper as his gaze drops to the juncture of my thighs, and I can feel his muscles trembling with restraint. “You’re so small.”

I almost laugh at the absurdity of someone calling me small, but instead, I cup his cheek. “You won’t hurt me. I’m tougher than I look.” My thumb brushes against his full lower lip, and his tongue peeks out to swipe against it. “Trust me.”

I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock, giving it a firm squeeze before my hand slides down its length to the base. Sorrin’s eyes widen at my touch before his hips tilt forward, surging through my grasp.

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