Page 9 of Kenan's Mate
I know why it hurts so much.
He’s pressing against my hymen.
“And so wet and so fucking tight.”
“Please. You’re hurting me.” Isn’t that the point though? He wants to hurt me.
“You’ve never had a cock here before, have you, little human?” He adds another finger, and I groan at the fullness stretching me.
Despite the pain, I’m warm and achy between my legs, my wetness growing by the second. Little pulses of heat besiege me, and my face burns with shame that I’m responding to his touch. Again, I should be repulsed. I’m scared as hell, but somehow he still doesn’t repulse me, and my fear does nothing to hamper my mounting need.
“Answer my question, Laylah. Have you ever had a cock in you before?”
“No. I-I’m a virgin.”
The air hisses between his teeth as he inhales fast. He continues his exploration of my sex, pushing in and out and spreading my increasing moisture over the bare folds of my pussy.
“Is all this wetness for me, little human?”
I don’t know if he expects an answer, but I’m so afraid he’ll hit me again, I say, “I can’t help it.”
He chuckles and his hand leaves my center. To my utter mortification, I throb longingly under the absence of his touch. I might be a virgin, but I’ve brought myself to pleasure before, and I know without a doubt my clit is swollen large. It pulses in tune with the rapid beating of my heart, and I yearn to close my legs in order to relieve the building ache.
Behind me, I hear footsteps and fabric brushing against skin.Oh my God.
He’s removing his clothes.
Chapter Five
It’s probably better he takes me this way. From behind. I can hide my face in the covers and pretend he’s a human man and I’m back on Earth finally losing my virginity. Maybe I met a man during my first semester at Harvard and we fell in love. Or lust. It doesn’t matter, as long as I’m willing.
The heat of his cock stuns me when it drags against my inner thigh. A little moan drifts from me as he trails his length over my wet folds, teasing me. But when he starts pushing inside my tight passage, I can’t cope with the thickness of his cock. I grab at the covers and frantically try to evade him.
“Please, no.” I crawl up on the bed and face him, hugging my knees to my chest as I lean on the pillows. Shaking my head, I give him my most pleading look. Then my gaze travels lower and I gasp at the immense size of his manhood.
He’s fucking huge.
“Please don’t do this.”
An ice cold look enters his eyes. “Get back in place, little human, or I will take the belt to your pussy before I fuck it.” He speaks so quietly he might have been telling me it was going to rain today, but instead he’s issuing a threat that makes my stomach roil. “I must claim you now. It’s imperative,” he then says, in a strangely encouraging tone, as if it’s a matter of life and death and what he’s about to do is for my own good. There’s an urgency about him that stretches beyond his primal lust.
“Why, Kenan?”
He sighs. “Trust me, it’s for the best.” His eyes gleam with compassion for several long breathless moments, and it’s as if he’s another man entirely. He swallows hard and then rearranges his face into a firm, indifferent expression. “If you don’t obey and get back into place, Laylah, Iwillwhip your pussy.”
The angry welts on my breasts throb harder, and I scramble to obey, laying stomach down at the end of his colossal bed.
I believe him. I believe he’s that cruel and I don’t want to ever experience the lash of his belt again. But I don’t want him to fuck me, either, even if my pussy is incessantly throbbing for his touch.
I start crying, for the millionth time in his presence. I’ve never cried so much in my life, but then I’ve never been kidnapped by a huge scary alien either. Before this happened to me, I was always so stoic. I hurt and raged inside when my brother and grandmother died, but I fucking held it together and tried to be strong for my parents’ sake, especially for my mother. I wish I could be strong like that now, but I’m so fucking scared and still in disbelief that aliens exist that I can’t help falling apart.
“Hush,” he says gently, before urging my thighs apart. “This must be done.” He strokes two fingers over the slit of my opening before splaying my nether lips open to explore the wetness within. I whimper when he rubs my essence overtop my pulsing clit, and, to my mortification, my hips jerk of their own accord and I press myself against his hand.
A satisfied groan rumbles from him.
He abandons my clit to insert his thick digits into my channel, driving as deep as my virginal barrier only to withdraw slightly before pushing inside again. The shallow thrusts soon make my body hum with pleasure, and he gradually increases his pace until I’m panting and trying my best not to moan or whimper. But it’s difficult, because I’ve never experienced such an intense need to come.
I clutch the covers and take deep breaths in a futile attempt to quell my arousal, but it doesn’t work. With each thrust, the ache in my core deepens and my wetness grows.
