Page 32 of Loved By the Alien King
“Five minutes to do what?”
I shot a suggestive grin over my shoulder, hurrying my steps. “You’ll see.”
His gaze dipped to my lips, and ravenous hunger sparked across his face. “If you’re thinking what I’m thinking, five minutes won’t be near enough time.”
“Then we’ll be late.” Once I had him right where I wanted him, I turned and pushed him against the side of the beach house, already grinding my hips against him and sealing my lips over his.
I needed this. I needed him to know how much he meant to me.
When I knelt in front of him, fiddling and pulling on his pants, I smiled up at him. “Is this what it means to take the knee for my king?”
“Nera, you don’t have to”—he groaned as I took him into my mouth—“fuxx.”
His thick cock was so hard, so big, and I really had to stretch my jaw, but soon, like we always did together, we found a way to make it work.
I sucked him in deeper, swirling my tongue and suctioning my cheeks while stroking his purple-scaled, veiny flesh.
Electric pulses stormed through my body at the taste and feel of him. My skin heated to a combustible level at how he shuddered and twitched, his head thrown back against the beach house in bliss.
His kaxxui soon slithered out from his secret pockets in the sides of his Adonis belt, and I was so used to seeing them by now that I smiled at them around Maxx’s cock. They wound into my hair, turning me into a kind of Medusa, but then I realized what they were doing. They held my hair out of the way of the sea breeze so that Maxx could watch me.
And watch me he was. His purple lightning eyes flared with so much heat, they glowed. His lips were half parted, and the sounds coming out of him stirred my blood faster and focused my attention solely on him rather than on all the other bullshit threatening to cave me in. The rich sunset colors shimmered over his purple scales with a breathtaking luminosity.
Damn, he was pretty.
He palmed my face almost reverently, his fingers curling to the back of my neck, guiding my speed but not how deeply I took him in.
“I love you, Nera,” he whispered.
I hummed my approval around him and stroked him harder, faster. Groaning loudly, he rolled his hips forward again and again as he fucked my mouth.
Roiling heat gathered between my legs at the sight of him losing control because of me, because of what I was doing to him. This big, dominating alien king.
Damn, all this power over him was a giant turn-on.
I hiked up my dress to get us both off at once, but it turned out there was no need. His sexual serpents swatted my seeking hand away, twirled themselves between my legs, and sank into my drenched pussy with hungry, frenzied determination.
Gasping, I took Maxx in even deeper. He tightened his fists into my hair while his thrusts went wild. My hips bucked violently as I rode his sexual serpents toward release.
It was almost like they were in competition to see how many licks it took to get to the center of a lollipop. Or they were both in the running for Employee of the Month.
Oh my god, they deserved it.
Crying out around Maxx’s cock, I burst in powerful waves. My orgasm reverberated down every taut nerve, and the kaxxui prolonged it so,sonicely by flicking and sucking my still quivering clit.
He came right after, grasping my hair with his fists, great big waves of his cum flooding over my tongue. I swallowed him all down because he tasted like a dream, sweet rather than salty, almost fruity rather than bitter.
“My god, Maxx. You’ve been holding out on me by not telling me how good you taste.” Still quaking with my own aftershocks, I continued lapping and sucking the head of his cock to make sure I’d gotten every last drop. “Next time, I’m bringing a straw.”
Chuckling, he hauled me to my feet and pressed a hard kiss to my lips. “No straws near my dick, please.”
“Do you have any idea what you taste like though? Your cum is like the heavenly version of wine. Is it weird that I want to bottle some and keep it for future day drinking?”
“It’s delightfully weird.” He sucked my lower lip between his teeth before hovering his mouth over mine. “But I bet I taste nowhere near as good as you.”
I leaned into him just so he’d kiss me again. He obliged, a searing one that left me dizzy and breathless and grinding up against his once again iron-hard cock.
It didn’t matter that I’d just had him, that he’d made me squirm in the best way possible yet again. I wanted him all over again, and again and again until the end of time. As if in agreement, his sexual serpents retreated from inside me and danced around us, their tongues tasting the sex-scented air.
