Page 51 of Tempted By the Alien Warrior

His hands grip my hips, as he continues to lap at my pussy, working me through it, pulling every last tremor from my body, every twitch, every whimper that spills from my lips. His tongue is merciless, his mouth wet and hot and demanding as he wrings every drop of pleasure from me until I’m squirming and breathless.

“Vrok,” I gasp out, my hands still tangled in his hair. “That was…” I trail off, unable to find the words to describe what just happened. There’s no word in the human language, or any other, for what he just did to me.

My body is still trembling when he finally lifts his head. His lips are swollen and glistening from my arousal and the expression on his face is one of smug male satisfaction.

“You taste like sweet nectar.” His voice is low and rough, as if it’s been scraped raw.

My cheeks flame, and I watch as his long tongue swipes out to collect every last drop of my arousal from his lips. The sight of this usually reserved man, so uninhibited, sends a fresh wave of desire crashing through me, and I know I won’t be satisfied until I’ve seen him lose control completely.

I push myself up on shaky arms. “Your turn. Lie back.”

He tilts his head in question, but he obeys, lowering himself onto the thick moss beside me with the grace of a predator at rest.

“I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel,” I murmur.

His chest rises and falls in deep, uneven breaths. “Emily?—”

But I hush him with a quick kiss as my hands roam across the firm planes of his chest. His skin is hot under my palms, and the muscles beneath are hard and trembling. He’s holding himself back, but just barely.

“Let me,” I insist. My voice is steady despite the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

He searches my face for a heartbeat, then nods. “If you insist.”

My lips tip up in a grin. “Oh, I do.”

My fingers trail down his chest, over the ridges of his abs, and lower still until they reach the soft leather of his loincloth. All the while, he watches me, every muscle in his body tense with anticipation. I can feel the raw power coiled just beneath the surface of his skin, and it sends a wicked thrill shooting through me.

My eyes meet his as I slowly loosen his loincloth and pull the fabric away to reveal him. His cock springs free, and I gasp.

It’s long and thick, the shaft a slightly darker shade than the rest of him with a ridge that runs along the length on both the top and bottom. Small, textured nubs, just like the ones on his tongue, cover his member, and I can’t help but wonder what they’ll feel like inside me. The crown is shaped like a plum, and it glistens with a drop of precum that catches the firelight.

My mouth waters and I lick my lips.

Vrok watches me like he’s on the edge of something. Like with just one little push he’ll finally let go and the wall of control that he’s built will come tumbling down. And right now, I want to see that more than anything in the world.

I lean down and flick my tongue over the tip of his cock. The taste is nothing like I expected. It’s mildly spicy, almost like cinnamon, and I hum in surprise.

His hips jerk, and a harsh breath rips from him. “Emily,” he growls in warning, his voice strained.

But I’m already wrapping my hand around his shaft and leaning in again to wrap my lips around his cock, swirling my tongue around the tip to gather more of the delicious taste.When I slide him into my mouth as far as I can take him, his head falls back with a strangled groan.

“Emily,” he rasps. “You feel… so hot. So good.”

I take him deeper, working him with my lips and tongue, letting the ridges and textures glide along my tongue. My mouth stretches wide to accommodate his size. Vrok grips a handful of moss, every muscle in his body locked tight. Harsh, uneven pants spill from his lips, and his hips twitch in shallow thrusts. I can feel his control slipping, unraveling by the second.

I moan around him, and the vibration makes him choke out a curse. I keep going, savoring every twitch, every helpless sound he makes until suddenly, it’s not enough. I need more. I want to see him lose control, but not like this. I want to feel him unravel inside me.

I let him slip from my mouth, and look up. “I want you inside me.”

He doesn’t answer, just stares, as if my words have short-circuited something in his brain. Then, his eyes flare, golden and bright with hunger. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

He sits up in a single movement, flipping me onto my back before bracing his big body over mine, the tip of his cock nudging between my slick folds.

I arch up, aching to feel him inside me. “Please,” I whisper, hooking my legs around his hips and drawing him closer. “I need you.”

But instead of thrusting in like I expected, he stills. His mouth swoops down to claim mine in a fevered kiss. His tongue sweeps in, as if he’s trying to memorize the taste of me.

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