Page 27 of My Monster, My Choice

Under my skirt, between my legs, a tentacle slides up my ankle, my inner leg, and I moan at the smooth sensation of the tip, where three tiny suction cups press together in a sucking motion, sliding into my slick.

“You taste delicious, my mate,” he purrs and shock jolts through me. He can taste through those suction cups? No wonder the aliens are always reaching for their mates.

“May I?” His tentacle waits at my entrance.

Instead of responding, I spread my stance. His eyes flare and ever so slowly, I feel him inch inside.

God. The head of his cock feels wondrous, with those giant bulges. But his tentacle feels just as amazing in a different way. It’s more precise, like an extra-long finger. It fills, and swells. It touches every nook and cranny inside me and bring pleasure to spots I can’t find, much less reach, myself.

His hands wrap around my waist and finish unbuttoning my dress. When he’s done, the dress parts, showing a six-inch flash of naked body. All the important parts, to the pussy I tidied in the shower this morning to the purple appendage twisting in and out of me.

It’s erotic.

When his hand, such a different color from my own skin, snakes down my body, his finger finds my slit.

“So wet,” he breathes into my ear, licking my lobe.

He circles my clit and it’s swollen and sensitized. The slide of his finger brushes against the swollen gland, making me moan. I’m on fire, I can’t catch my breath, and my body’s super-sensitive, flying out of control.

Ibelongto this man. Heownsme. He makes me feel things I’d never guess I was capable of feeling.

“Elex,” I gasp.

“Yes,kessia. Let your sexy body come for me.”

His finger presses down on my clit and it’s hot and hard and everything seizes.

“Elex!” Waves of pleasure race through every cell of my being, my limbs, my core. My heart is pounding as I ride out the climax, my breasts heaving as I suck oxygen into my lungs

He groans. “Yes, love. Gush for me and I’ll lap it up.”

That’s when I notice I’m wetter than I ever was before. But his words, his filthy words, make me hotter.

His claws lightly scrape over my shoulders as he tugs my dress down, pooling it on the floor.

He lifts me into his arms and makes his way to our bed. He settles me onto it reverently, like I’m a goddess to be worshipped, then keeps my gaze locked to his as he bends my knees and spreads my legs.

Cool air washes the juncture of my thighs. His broad shoulders settle between them, he mutters something in a foreign language that sounds like a guttural curse, inhales deeply, and starts licking.

And God, it feels amazing. He loves it, loves me where it’s intimate and wet and by the time he cleans me up, I’m almost teetering on the edge again.

When he crawls up over me, his cock poised at my pussy, I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Yes?” he asks, and his accent curls my insides.

“Yes. Please yes.”

I feel each inch as he sinks into me, especially because he pauses as each bulge along his cock enters, letting me adjust to his size, his unique shape.

He groans in my ear.

His breath is hot as he drags it down my neck, trails it over my chest to suck on my nipple. The heat from his mouth and the suction pulls from a spot deep inside my core.

“Faster, Elex, baby. Please. Fuck me.”

Finally, the man gives me what I want. He withdraws from me, making me whimper a protest, and then plunges right in, filling me completely. I arch my back, feeling every glorious inch of him where he rubs against the walls of my channel.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growls. “You fit me like a glove. Like we’re meant to be. Like you were made for me.”

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