Mama and the Alien Warrior (Treasured By The Alien #1) - Honey Phillips Page 0,27
nipples, and she moaned with delight.
“Abigail, it is forbidden,” he gasped.
His hand came to her head, but instead of pushing her away, he tightened his grip. She took hold of him again and positioned the wide head at her lips. He didn’t have a single hole like a human male, but three narrow slits, already weeping precum. She licked experimentally, then sighed with pleasure. He tasted amazing, clean and citrusy, like a lemon ice on a hot summer day. She licked again, running her tongue along each slit as he groaned and his hand tightened in her hair.
Stretching her lips apart, she took the whole head into her mouth. It was a tight fit, but she loved feeling him quiver beneath her. She gave one gentle, experimental suck and he exploded. Crying her name in a hoarse voice, he held her in place as a fountain of cool lemony seed rushed over her tongue and down her throat. She swallowed eagerly, using her tongue to urge him on as he shuddered and jerked for an endless minute. When he finally stilled, she gave him one last gentle lick and raised her head to smile at him.
Instead of smiling back, his face was rigid, every muscle taut. He looked every inch an alien warrior, and before she could ask him what was wrong, he had lowered her to the floor. She heard a ripping sound and then her pants were gone.
“Hrebec, what are you doing?”
He bared his teeth. “My turn.”
Chapter Thirteen
Part of Hrebec knew that he should be horrified. He had committed a forbidden act—and enjoyed every second of it—and he was not treating his woman with the respect and dignity she deserved. However, that part was buried beneath the primitive male whose only focus at this moment was to satisfy his female. The maddening scent of her arousal filled the air, stronger now that he had removed the fabric barring his way. He spread her legs, feasting his eyes on the delights hidden between them: a small patch of dark curls guarding a silky pink slit. He parted them impatiently, revealing even more flushed, glistening flesh surrounding an impossibly tiny entrance and a small pearl of swollen flesh.
“What is this?” he growled and licked the impudent nub.
Her taste exploded in his mouth, sweet, tangy, delicious, and he licked again, eager for more. Her body arched upward and her hands reached for his head. Ah, a pleasure receptacle. He grasped her hips with both hands, pulling her closer as he searched for the best way to please her. He licked, circled, tugged, while she made indecipherable noises and tried to rise to meet him. His tail abandoned her luscious breasts and slipped between her legs, probing at the small entrance until she softened enough for it to slip inside.
“Oh, my god, what are you doing? Oh, that feels so good…”
Her channel was so tight that his tail could barely move, but he worked it deeper, until he found a spot that caused even more of her delicious wetness to surround him. He stroked it repeatedly while he continued his attentions to her pleasure receptacle, sucking it into his mouth as she had taken him into hers. Her whole body seized, and then she cried out again, her delicious essence flooding his tongue. Her cunt convulsed around his tail so tightly that he could only imagine what it would feel like around his cock. The thought was enough. His shaft overflowed with a forbidden explosion of seed. He ground down against the soft carpet and wished it were her soft flesh instead.
As soon as the final jet left his body, his shaft stiffened again, already aching for more. He was almost blind with the need to push inside the tight fist of her cunt, to feel her channel lock around him as his knot expanded and he brought her to climax again and again. He rose over her, his cock already seeking her entrance, but just as he felt the kiss of her hot, wet flesh, her eyes opened. For a moment, he saw only willingness in her gaze, and he started to press against her, but then alarm replaced it and her hand came up.
“No, Hrebec. We can’t.”
Abby felt relief, and perhaps the tiniest bit of disappointment, when Hrebec froze at her words.
“You do not want this?” he asked, running that marvelous nubbed cock the length of her slit.
‘We can’t,” she repeated. “I’m not on birth control.”