Alien Conquest (Fated Mates of Xaensskar #2) - Jude Gray Page 0,46

painful. My heart galloped through my chest like a thousand xildes lived inside me, nearly breaking my ribs with the force of its beat. My cock swelled further, pressing against the restraints of my pants, and everything else faded beneath the hugeness of my need. Still, I forced myself to think of her recent injuries. “I need to be sure you’re—”

“I am sure. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life, and if you don’t take me to bed right now, I may literally die.” She glared up at me. “Then you’ll be sorry.”

We both laughed, but mine was silenced abruptly when she unfastened my pants and reached for my cock. And this time, I didn’t stop her.

She leaned over and began licking my erection, long, slow laps from balls to head, and my legs shook from the effort of holding myself upright. When she took me into her mouth, I groaned and leaned back against the wall, my hands in her hair. I wanted to take her to the bed, but I couldn’t move. I could only stand there as wave after wave of pleasure pounded through my body.

She squeezed my cock with both hands as she sucked it, flicked the head with her tongue, and made little moaning noises like she was the one being pleasured. Everything she did, every sound, suck, and flick of her tongue, radiated ribbons of pleasure—extreme pleasure—through my body.

Each time was better than the last, although each time seemed like it couldn’t possibly be any better. I’d never felt anything like what I felt with her. Never, in any way.

“Kreia,” I murmured, my voice strained. “If you don’t stop, we won’t make it to the bed.”

She only sucked harder and deeper. Faster.

I let her do as she wanted. It wasn’t like I had the strength to stop her. What she was doing with her mouth, her hands…no. I couldn’t stop her. The pressure built inside me—pressure that had been building since I pulled her from the bonetrap and then refused to touch her until she’d healed—and I groaned as my cock began to jerk.

Suddenly I was coming so hard it was almost painful, my teeth clenched, my eyes closed, shooting my seed down her throat. She took it, continuing to suck until she’d taken every last drop, then she smiled up at me, pleased, her eyes dark with lust.

“Gods, woman,” I managed.

She pranced across the floor, looking at me over her shoulder. “Is it my turn now?” She crawled onto the bed, flashing her glistening, pink sex, and I shoved myself away from the wall, my heart still pounding, and went to her.

“Oh yes,” I said, kneeling beside her. I slid my hands up her legs and encircled her thighs, then held them open so I could look at her. The sight of her juicy, quivering flesh was irresistible, and the scent of her excitement was intoxicating.

I could not wait to taste her.

I stretched out between her legs and closed my lips over the swollen bit of flesh that was at once soft and firm in my mouth, twirling my tongue around it to hear her cries of pleasure. I slipped a finger into her warm, wet hole and began licking her in earnest, fast, short strokes of my tongue that had her thrusting her pelvis as she dug her fingers into my hair. She made breathless sounds of encouragement that went straight to my cock and caused me to pause as I dwelled on the fact that she was so open, so uninhibited in her passion.

“Ooh,” she cried, “don’t stop. Do that thing with your tongue again.” Then she gave a quick shriek when I did exactly that. Her body stiffened and she arched her back and then, she came all over my mouth.

Kreia was a messy comer, and I loved that a whole fucking lot. I made her orgasm again and again until she squirmed beneath my grip and tried to get away from me, and then I slowed down, left her overly sensitive sex, and began to kiss my way up her body.

I sucked her nipples into my mouth, nipped her breasts, and slid my tongue over her lips. I tasted, touched, and kissed her body, leaving nothing untouched. And soon, she had recovered from her many orgasms and was tugging at my shoulders insistently.

I lifted my mouth from her breasts and stared down at her, half smiling, half tormented. “What do you want,” I asked her.

“You,” she