The Alien's Little Sister (Stolen by an Alien #8) - Amanda Milo Page 0,37

won’t cause you any pain.”

She nods distractedly, sitting up a little and reaching for my dick like she’s drawn to it. I can relate. It really badly wants her to touch it. Anywhere. With any part of her. I bet she could flutter her eyelashes on me and make me come. I’m that close.

I begin to privately order myself to last, and to be a gentleman, keeping in mind the fact that this is her first time so I shouldn’t just shove it in, even if that’s what my body is all but begging for.

It’s Inara who closes the distance. Who shocks the crap out of me by wrapping her hand around my cock, squeezing me, jerking me forward, leading me to her pussy—and I’m so excited, I lunge into her grip. Problem is, my crown is right at the starting gate.

I don’t get to sink into her slow inch by slow inch; I shove forward with all the finesse of a stallion, nailing into her with a powerful thrust that makes my balls zing.

I shout.

Inara sucks in a breath, her body turning stiff under me.

I curse mightily. Taking one hand from where I have it braced in the bunched bedding by her head, I tenderly cup her face. “Inara, sweetheart—I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Carefully, I start to back off of her—out of her.

“Don’t stop!” she orders—but she’s grimacing and her eyes squeeze shut.

“Dammit,” I snarl, and against her wishes I try to pull back and dismount.

But claws—as in, not just the tips, but all of her actual freaking claws—dig into the sides of my ass. Inara’s caught me. And she has every intention of keeping me inside her.

It takes me two tries before I can form words instead of guttural animal sounds. “Let me up, sugar. You’re hurting.” And dear God in heaven, so am I. My dick is such a dick—it’s ready to go, regardless of how she feels, freaking throbbing inside her.

A thing she can feel, I think, because she’s biting her lip, and her chin goes up as I pulse like I’m coming even though I’m not there yet. Close, but not yet.

My eyes crank shut and I suck in air through my nose. Do NOT come! GRANDMA GIVING ME A KISS ON THE CHEEK. GRANDMA IN A NIGHTIE—

Inara shakes her head at me. And her voice is clipped when she replies, “It isn’t you. Have you ever had a piece of well-nerved flesh abruptly pulled from beside your nail fold?”

I have to swallow twice. “A hangnail?”

She pauses like her translator is lining the word up. She nods. “Evidently, I did still have some of my barrier. It feels like a hangnail just got ripped at my entrance.”

Her wince breaks my heart.

“Oh, shit, honey,” I breathe, trying to pull out enough I can look at her. My eyes fall to where I’ve got her speared.

Again, she holds me in place with her claws. I bet the cheeks of my ass are going to hurt like fuck later, but there’s something about being buried balls deep in a woman that has a way of making dug-in nails feel like sexy goads. My cock kicks inside of her, making us both utter grunted noises.

I grit my teeth, hating that what feels so good—so fucking good—to me, causes her pain.

I want to move.

But I don’t want to hurt her worse. I’ve done enough already.

That said, I’m not a machine. I can’t stay still like this much longer. My upstairs brain is shorting out, and my cock is volunteering to call all the shots. “Tell me how I can move,” I manage to say hoarsely.

Inara takes a shuddering breath that has my heart seizing up. “Do what you feel is good, Matthew. I want you to.”

Falling forward, dropping my forehead to hers—a move I regret instantly, because it’s like clunking against a brick wall, she’s got some serious plating between her horns—I move my hips back slowly, sort of loving the way she’s got my ass caught in her talons. It might be a little sick, how much I like it.

As I start sinking my length back inside her, to my relief, her body relaxes under mine, the pained tension in her releasing. But my burning need to blow my load has backed off considerably, my libido cooling at her show of distress.

“I’m going to sit up,” I tell her, and she pulls her claws out of my skin.

I hiss at the sting. “Had that coming,” I mutter, getting