The Alien's Little Sister (Stolen by an Alien #8) - Amanda Milo Page 0,38
to my knees and reaching over her for a pillow, which I jam under her hips, making her mouth form a little fanged O of surprise, her neck arching. I hope this means she’s liking the change in her body’s angle in relation to where I’m impaling her.
“Better?” I choke out.
She nods. “Yes, thank you.”
I meet her eyes. “Baby, you shouldn’t have to thank me.” And gritting my teeth, I draw out of her slowly.
I’d swear I’ve been told that women don’t really bleed, or at least don’t bleed much, when they lose their virginity. Especially if that thin, fleshy little membrane gets stretched nicely first. Evidently, Inara’s hymen didn’t read this rule because there’s a dark stain on my dick. It isn’t red, but it’s her blood (not a lot, but some is too much), and I feel like a shitheel.
I wrap my hand around my shaft and drag it along her seam deliberately. Thrusting with the restraint we really could have used two minutes ago, I tease her clit, smearing her wetness and inadvertently, her blood.
I stay braced above her, jacking myself and fondling her clit until she’s shaking under me and crying out my name along with a stream of unfamiliar alien words.
She adds words I do understand though. Words I like a lot. “I want you,” she pants. “Matthew, please!” she begs prettily.
And who am I to turn down a lady? “Yes, ma’am,” I tell her, my throat tight, voice hoarse like she’s had me roaring.
“Wait,” she gasps when I’m once again poised at her entrance.
She sits up, her knees falling open wider as she leans forward, looking down at her sex. She inserts a hand between us, and my jaw drops open as she spreads her labia, peering at herself as much as she can from her angle.
Why is this so hot to watch?
I don’t know, but I’m about to nudge against her, so turned on I can’t think straight. She’s touching herself right in front of me.
She turns her hand. With the precision of a cobra, she spits on herself and quickly swipes her spittle-coated, slender fingers over her labia.
“Hang on, I’ll grab lube,” I start, but she raises her head a fraction—keeping her jaw lowered, her lips drawn back, her tongue curled to her palette to allow for more spitting, I guess, because the next thing I know, she’s hocked a loogie on me. Square onto my dick.
I flinch when it strikes my cock, the shaft glistening with her hot spray of saliva. It’s startling, temperature-wise, because her spit is real hot.
And as far as sexy moves go, I can’t explain why watching her spit on me is hot in a whole other way, but it is. Obligingly, I give myself a good tug, twisting my grip to smear her spit along my length. And fuuuuuck—I swear I get even harder. My excitement levels could use some toning down at this rate.
“Ready?” I ask her, gaze chasing over her luscious curves until I’m meeting her eyes.
“Mmmhmm,” she replies, gaze glued to my straining dick.
When my cockhead bumps her already fuck-swollen slit, she bares her teeth, and so do I. When I sink inside of her, she moans sweet, crying, “Yes! Matthew—unh!” and her head drops back, her neck arched, just begging for me to kiss it. So I drop over her and do exactly this.
It changes my angle inside her, making her whole body start shaking.
I hunch my lower spine, bringing my hips firmly against hers, holding deep and feeling the exquisite pleasure of her sheath strangling the length of my cock. With a husky groan, I draw out, then slide into her again. Repeat. My next slow stroke has her going limp under me.
Keeping my hips angled like she seems to need, I lean back, grab her waist, and begin to ride her like our lives depend on it.
She screams so loud, I’m a little afraid the neighbors are going to either call the news, or animal control. Because she does not sound human.
But for some reason, I like her noises. Her abandon is spurring me on, making me pound into her until my eyes cross.
And then she starts writhing, utterly frantic to come.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I ask her.
“I’m so close.” Her eyes are a wild iris wine color. Her teeth are a glossy, sharp white. “Finish me,” she begs. “I need to come!”
I stare into her fiery eyes thinking, Hot damn. “Yes, ma’am.”