Mama and the Alien Warrior (Treasured By The Alien #1) - Honey Phillips Page 0,52

her eyes at his hesitation. “Is that all?”

“No, my flower. The rest was… personal.”

An unexpected feeling of hurt flashed through her. She was half-naked in his arms. Was that somehow not personal?

He must have seen her withdrawal because before she could stiffen, he pulled her closer and kissed her gently. “I didn’t intend to distress you. In fact, it is the opposite. Can you believe that my only intention is to prevent you from feeling distress?”

Could she?

Looking up at his worried face again, she nodded slowly. “Yes, I trust you.”

And she did. The one man she found to believe in, and he was an alien who she’d encountered millions of miles from home.

“Thank you, my flower.”

He bent his head and kissed her again—a kiss that started off as a sweet acknowledgment and rapidly became deeply carnal.

“I want you inside me, Hrebec,” she gasped, her hand already reaching for him.

“I have not yet tasted your sweet cunt.”

“Later.” She fumbled with his pants. “Dammit, how do you get these things open?”

With one lightning fast move, he removed her top and laid her back on the couch before stripping away his own clothes. Her breath caught in nervous excitement—there was just so much of him, all of it big and green and hard, with those tantalizing nubs that had her pussy aching in anticipation. His cock was wide and thick, narrowing slightly between the heavy base and wide tip. She licked her lips and saw a pearl of precum appear on the broad head.

“Come to me, Hrebec.” She opened her arms and he lowered himself over her.

They both groaned as his head sought her entrance and he pushed gently. Despite the slickness coating her lips, her body resisted.

“Open for me, my flower,” he urged, maintaining a slow, insistent pressure until her body opened and he slid partially inside. The immediate stretch had her pussy fluttering wildly as it tried to cope with his invasion. The feeling skirted the edge of pain, but then his tail stroked across her clit and the pressure became pleasure.

He paused, and she thought he was waiting for her to adjust, but when she tried to raise her hips and encourage him, he shuddered then stiffened. She looked up to find his face taut and his attention locked on the place where they were joined.

“Hrebec, is something wrong?”

“No.” Even his voice sounded strained. “I want to be inside you more than anything I’ve ever wanted.”

“I want that too.” She tried to wiggle her hips again.

He groaned and his eyes closed. “Once I’m inside you, I will knot.”

“Is that a bad thing? You said you would find fulfillment that way.” She bit her lip. “Is it… dangerous?”

“For you? No.” He flexed his hips and pushed inside another inch. “Your cunt is like a silken fist, impossibly tight, but you will stretch to take me.”

Desperate for more of that overwhelming stretch, she lifted her hips again and gained another inch. “Hrebec.”

He opened his eyes and gazed at her. “I choose you, Abigail. I choose this. Remember that.”

“Yes, I choose you too. Now move, please.”

He did, burying himself deep inside in one hard plunge that set every one of her senses on fire. Her breath came in rapid pants as she tried to adjust to the incredible fullness. He started to pull back and she felt the ribbed surface of his cock rubbing against the sensitive tissues, creating sparks of pleasure just as his tail vibrated against her clit.

With a wailing cry that he once again covered with his mouth, she came, her body spasming in almost painful waves around the massive intrusion. Her body arched and shook as he kissed her frantically, barely waiting for her tremors to subside before he was plunging into her in urgent haste, stretching her wider still, forcing her to take more until he buried his own cries in her mouth. She felt him swell inside of her, the base of his cock expanding inside the depths of her channel and sending her into another quaking orgasm as she felt his hot seed flowing into her.

His mouth finally left hers as he buried his head in the crook of her neck and she tightened her arms around him. They held each other until her pulse slowed and she could catch her breath.

When Hrebec raised his head, his face was serene, the strain completely gone. “You are everything I hoped for, Abigail. I—”

Her breath caught. “You?”

He closed his eyes briefly, then shook his head. “I do not