to say for yourself?”
He turns back to me, his cock hard against his shorts. My mouth drops when I take him in. His body is so perfect. So big and strong and masculine. My eyes widen as I stare at the bulge between his legs. My mind comes to one single point of focus: I need to see what he has hidden. I know that the erection is for me. And I want him to give it to me.
“I want to respect you,” he says in a low growl.
“Do you think it’s respectful to leave me hanging after you’ve just made me come harder than any man ever has in my life?” I whisper as I step closer.
“My training did not prepare me for this.”
“Your training?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re doing it again. Repeating what I just said.”
“What kind of training?”
“Earth female courtship.”
“And what did this training tell you about Earth females?” I ask, my voice low and husky as I take another step toward him. His back is against the wall, and he looks like a cornered animal—if it’s possible for a giant of a man to seem intimidated by a much smaller woman like me.
“Earth females need time. You cannot expect them to want to copulate immediately. I overstepped. I apologize. I should not have done it.”
I step closer. I’m standing in his space. I smooth my hands over his chest. My rational mind has taken a holiday, and I’m operating on instinct. My fingers slide down and hook into the waistband of his shorts.
“But I wanted you to do it,” I say, looking up into his eyes.
His hands grip my shoulders, and he clenches his teeth. I feel as if he’s going to push me away, but I won’t let him. It’s my turn now. I pull down his shorts and sink to my knees in one swift motion. With one hand, I unfasten my robe and let it fall around my shoulders to pool on the floor around my knees. With the other hand, I grip his massive cock.
He’s so large, one hand only goes halfway around his girth. So I grip him with the other. He gasps as I take the head of his cock into my mouth. But the angle is all wrong. He’s so much taller than me. As I kneel before him, I’m barely coming up to his upper thigh. I need this. I’m not going to let him get away from me.
I stand and take his hand. He’s going to object, but I won’t allow it. I shush him as soon as he speaks. I tell him to sit in the armchair. I grab a throw pillow from the couch and kneel before him again.
“We shouldn’t,” he says as I grip him with both hands and run my tongue up the length of his thick, hard rod.
“You aren’t going to stop me,” I purr.
He leans back in the chair as I slip my mouth over the tip of him. He growls as I caress his chest and tweak at his nipple, stroking his length with my other hand.
He’s so big that there’s no way I can possibly take him in my mouth. I use everything I’ve got: my hands, my mouth, my tongue, my breasts. I fondle his balls with one hand as I suck the head of his dick and stroke him with my breasts.
“What are you doing to me?” he groans.
“What you did to me,” I say as he pops out of my mouth with a loud smacking noise.
“We never learned about this in our training.” His words are strangled as his cock grows thicker in my hands.
I stroke him hard and fast as I suck him as deep as he will go. My mouth is stretched wide, and I’m salivating profusely. The saliva slips down his length, and I use it to lubricate my hands.
He groans above me and grips the back of my hair as his hips fight against the instinct to thrust. I’m groaning and lost in a wave of lust that will not let me go. I need to make him come for me. I need to taste his salty seed on my tongue and feel the sticky wetness on my chest.
He growls my name and tells me he can’t stop what’s coming. I want it so badly, his warning invigorates me. I stroke harder and suck deeper. But as he reaches his climax, he pushes me away and takes himself in his hand.