Page 32 of Alien Boss. Human Pet

I don’t hesitate. My lips part, and I take the tip of him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the heart-shaped crown. He groans, his fingers tightening in my hair as I push further, taking him deeper. The ridges catch on my tongue, and I make all kinds of sounds around him, the vibrations making him twitch in my mouth.

“Deeper,” he commands, and I obey, my throat relaxing as I take him in. He doesn’t stop until I’m gagging, my nose pressed against the base of his cock. I can’t breathe, my lungs burning, but I don’t pull away. I know better. His grip on my hair is ironclad, holding me in place as I struggle to take him.

Finally, he lets me up, and I gasp for air, my chest heaving. But before I can catch my breath, he’s pushing me back down, his cock sliding into my throat again. I choke, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, but I don’t fight him. Instead, I focus on pleasing him, my lips and tongue working in tandem to drive him wild.

He groans, his hips bucking as he thrusts into my mouth. “That’s it, little flower,” he growls, his voice thick with need. “Take it all.”

I do, my mouth working him with a fervor that leaves me lightheaded. And then he’s there, his cock pulsing as he spills into my mouth. I swallow eagerly, the taste of him sweet and rich, like strawberries and something uniquelyhim. It’s always been my favorite part of this—the way he tastes, the way he feels when he loses control.

When he finally stills, I pull back, licking my lips and looking up at him with a smug grin. “That was even faster than last time,” I say sweetly, my voice teasing.

His eyes narrow, and I see the flicker of something dangerous in his gaze. “You’re looking a bit too pleased with yourself,” he says, his tone low and warning.

Before I can respond, he’s shoving the ball gag back into my mouth, the rubber ball pressing against my tongue. He buckles it tight, the leather straps digging into my cheeks. Then he grabs the straps from my harness, using them to bind my legs in a kneeling position, my thighs strapped to my ankles.

I’m completely at his mercy now, and I shiver with anticipation. He pushes me onto my back on the floor of the limo, his huge body looming over me. His mouth envelops one of my breasts, his tongue swirling around the nipple clamp still attached to it. The vibrations send a jolt of pleasure through me, and I moan around the gag.

Then he pulls the vakutan vibe out of my pussy, and I whimper at the sudden emptiness. “Now you’re going to take every inch of my cock,” he growls, his hand squeezing my throat until I can’t even squeak.

Oh god, yes, finally!I think to myself. A week without Raekon’s cock inside me is a week too long.

Raekon’s cock slides into me with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. His red eyes burn with a primal hunger that makes my heart race, and I groan around the gag, the sound muffled but desperate. I love this—the way he looks at me like I’m his, like I’m the only thing in the universe that matters. His scales catch the dim light of the limo, glinting like gold, and I’m mesmerized by the sight of him, by the feel of him inside me.

The ridges of his cock drag against my walls, teasing and stretching me in ways that make my toes curl. It’s better than thevibe, better than anything I’ve ever felt. He’s warm and hard, yet there’s a flexibility to him that makes every movement feel like a revelation. I’m so close, teetering on the edge, and I whimper, my body trembling as I beg for permission to let go.

“Cum,” he growls, his voice sharp and commanding, and I shatter. My scream is muffled by the gag, but it doesn’t matter—he knows. He always knows. My body convulses beneath him, my pussy clenching around his cock as I ride out the waves of my orgasm. But he’s not done with me yet.

Before I can catch my breath, he’s pulling out, and I whine at the sudden emptiness. He grabs the heating KY jelly, and I watch as he coats his cock with it, the slick warmth making my pussy ache for him all over again. Then he’s lifting me, positioning me on his lap in reverse cowgirl, and I gasp as he slides back inside me. The warmth of the jelly amplifies every sensation, and I’m already trembling again.

His hands grip the straps of my harness, the single glove, and the gag, using them like reins to control me. Even though I’m on top, he’s still in charge, and I love it. I try to move, to pump my hips and give him as much pleasure as he’s giving me, but I’m so restrained, so helpless, that all I can manage are small, desperate movements. Still, I clench around him, my pussy milking his cock as I try to show him how much I want this, how much I want him.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice low and approving, and I feel a surge of pride. His grip tightens on the straps, and he thrusts up into me, his cock hitting all the right spots. I’m so close again, my body trembling with the need to cum, and then he’s there, his cock throbbing inside me as he spills. The feeling of him pulsing, of his warmth filling me, sends me over the edge again, and I scream, my body writhing helplessly in his arms.

He holds me close, his breath hot against my neck as we both come down from the high. “You’re mine,” he growls, his voicepossessive and fierce, and I nod, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm. I’m his. Period.

Before I can even catch my breath, Raekon flips me onto my belly, his massive weight pressing me into the leather seat of the limo. I squeal into the gag, the sound muffled but unmistakably needy. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as his tongue drags across my asshole, slow and deliberate. I jerk against him, my body trembling with a mix of shock and anticipation.

“Mmm,” he growls, the vibration of his voice sending a shiver down my spine. “So responsive, little flower. You’re going to take everything I give you tonight, aren’t you?”

I can’t answer, not with the gag in my mouth, but I don’t need to. My body does the talking for me, arching into his touch, my hips hitching as his tongue teases me. He’s relentless, his tongue circling, probing, driving me wild. I’m helpless, my arms bound in the single glove, my legs strapped together, but I don’t care. I’m his, completely and utterly, and I am in heaven.

His fingers slide between my thighs, finding my pussy with unerring accuracy. I moan into the gag as he teases my clit, his touch light but insistent. The combination of his tongue on my ass and his fingers on my clit is overwhelming, and I’m already teetering on the edge.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice low and approving. “Let go, little flower. Cum for me.”

I do, my body convulsing as the orgasm crashes over me. I scream into the gag, the sound muffled but no less intense. My pussy clenches around his fingers, my asshole tightening against his tongue, and I’m lost in the waves of pleasure.

But he’s not done with me yet. Before I can even catch my breath, I feel the head of his cock press against my asshole. I whimper, the sound high and desperate, but I’m not afraid. I want this, more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I’m so turnedon, so desperate for him, that I instinctively thrust my hips back, trying to take him in.

“Eager, are we?” he growls, his voice thick with amusement. He grabs the heating KY jelly, and I feel the warm slickness as he coats his cock. Then he’s pushing into me, slow and deliberate, and I moan into the gag as he stretches me open.

It’s intense, the feeling of him filling me, but it’s not painful. The warmth of the jelly and the way he takes his time make it almost unbearably pleasurable. I’m panting, my body trembling as he slides deeper, and then he’s fully inside me, his cock buried in my ass.

“Oh god, yes,” I think to myself, my mind hazy with pleasure. “Use me, Raekon. Use ALL of my body. Fill me up all over. I’m yours…”

He starts to move, his thrusts slow and deep, and I’m lost in the sensation. The ridges of his cock drag against my walls, the raised ridge along the top of his shaft pressing against my clit with every thrust. It’s too much, and yet not enough, and I’m already teetering on the edge again.

“That’s it,” he growls, his voice low and approving. “Take it, little flower. Take every inch of me.”

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