Page 53 of Salvation for the Alien Mercenary
"That's it," he encouraged, big hands settling on her hips. "Take a little more. Good girl."
The praise sent a thrill through her. She arched her back and sank lower, taking another inch, and feeling herself stretch around him.
"So fucking tight," he growled, jaw clenched with the effort of restraint. "So perfect."
Working herself down gradually, she took more, gasping at the delicious fullness. When she was halfway down his length, she paused, breathing hard.
"You're doing so well," he murmured, one hand sliding up to cup her breast. "Taking my cock so beautifully." His thumb brushed her nipple, then he tweaked it, making a bolt of pleasure lance through her to her clit. It throbbed as she clenched around him. "That's it. Relax for me."
"I don't know if I can?—"
She rocked experimentally, taking him a little deeper with each slight movement.
"You can," he assured her, eyes dark with desire. "Just a little more. You're taking me so well, being such a good girl for me."
Something about those words, the praise in his voice, made her want to please him, to take all of him despite the challenge. She sank lower, gasping as he filled her impossibly full. The initial burn of the stretch faded, replaced by a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
"That's it," he encouraged, voice strained. "Almost there."
She settled fully onto him with a determined breath, taking him to the hilt. They both groaned at the sensation—her stretched around his thick length, him buried deep inside her tight heat. His cock throbbed in her depths.
"Fuck," he breathed, hands tightening on her hips. "You did it." Pride and something deeper colored his voice. "Look at you, so perfect with my cock inside you."
Hands sliding down, he parted her pussy lips, eyes darkening as he looked at where they were joined. "Fuck, that's hot."
She felt oddly triumphant, then rolled her hips, gasping at the sensation.
"Feel good?" he asked, watching her face with burning intensity.
"Yes," she managed, circling her hips again.
His hands guided her into a rhythm, lifting her slightly before letting her sink back down. "That's it. Ride me."
She followed his guidance, establishing a pace that had them both gasping. The drag of his cock inside her, the stretch of her body around his girth, the way he hit spots so deep inside her… it was overwhelming, and perfect.
"Davis," she moaned, hands braced on his chest for leverage.
"Right here," he replied, one hand sliding between them to find her clit. "Gonna make you come on my cock."
His fingers circled her sensitive bud, adding a new layer of sensation. She moved faster, taking him deeper, chasing the pleasure building inside her. His hips rose to meet each downstroke, driving him impossibly deeper.
"That's it," he groaned, watching where their bodies joined. "You were made for me. Your pussy was made for my cock."
The crude words, the possession in his voice, pushed her higher. She moved with increasing urgency, feeling the tension coil tighter.
"Tell me you're mine," he demanded, fingers working faster between her legs. "Tell me this pussy is mine."
"Yours," she gasped, beyond shame or hesitation. "All yours."
"Mine," he growled, thrusting up harder. "Mine to fuck. Mine to fill."
The possessiveness in his voice, the relentless pressure of his fingers on her clit, the fullness of his cock inside her… it all converged at once, pushing her over the edge. Pleasure crashed through her in violent waves, her inner walls clenching hard around his thick length.
"Davis!" His name tore from her throat as she came, her body convulsing around him.
"Fuck yes," he groaned. "So beautiful when you come."
She collapsed onto his chest, trembling with aftershocks, but he wasn't done. In one swift move, he rolled them over, still buried deep inside her.
