Hunted By the Alien Pirate by Celia Kyle Page 0,39
crushed on mine.
A shiver runs up my spine as I feel one of his hands going up my back, and then the cups on my skimpy bra droop over my breasts as he unclasps it. He rips it off me with a quick movement, freeing my nipples, and then takes his hand down to my waist. Hooking his fingers on the piece of string that runs over my thigh, he’s about to tear it out when I grab his wrist.
“Don’t,” I say. “I’m all out of clothes. Remember?”
“Oh, right.”
More carefully now, he pushes the remaining piece of my attire down my legs, and only then do I realize just how wet I am. My inner thighs are slick with my juices, and a violent heat seems to have settled between them. I don’t even need him to tell me what to do. I just prop myself up on the desk, sitting on its edge, and spread my legs wide.
The moment he closes the distance between us, I lace my legs around his waist and reel him in. My heart speeds up once I feel his two cocks throbbing against my inner thighs, and my brain almost implodes as I think of the mechanics involved. I’ve never been with anyone as large as Montier—never mind the fact that he’s doubly large—and I can’t help but wonder about the physics of it all.
I don’t need to worry.
Placing one hand on my neck, his fingers gently wrap around it as he forces me down until I’m lying flat on my back. His hand moves down to cup one of my breasts, my hard nipple pressed against his palm, and then he moves his hips forward. Angling one of his cocks up, he presses its shaft down against my clit while he positions the other between my inner lips.
Spreading my arms to the side, I grip the edges of the desk and ready myself for what’s to come. Of course, nothing could have prepared me for it. The moment he eases himself in, one of his cocks brushing against my clit while the other parts my inner lips, it feels as if someone has put a high-powered blow torch against my brain.
“You’re so tight,” he says, his voice dipping into a growl as he allows a few more inches of his length inside me. His thick member pushes my inner walls back, stretching them widely, and I arch my back as he finally settles all of his inches inside my wetness. My eyes roll in their orbits, my thoughts explode like firecrackers, and I’m swallowed whole by pleasure.
He hasn’t even started to thrust.
When he finally begins rocking his hips, pistoning into me with a growing rhythm, a violent moan escapes from between my lips. I grit my teeth, trying to stop myself from being so loud, but it’s useless. He’s thrusting harder by the second, one of his cocks stroking my clit endlessly, and I’m being inflicted so much pleasure that my brain struggles to process it all.
“Harder,” I find myself saying, even though I can’t be sure my body will be able to handle it. That hunger inside me demands it, and it won’t be denied. Obliging, Montier puts all his strength behind his hips, and each one of his thrusts feels like a nuclear detonation. My nerve endings are aflame, my whole body is buzzing.
“How can it be this good?” I moan, my quivering words bouncing off the wall. I keep gripping the edges of the desk so hard my fingers have gone numb, and it only takes a couple of seconds more before my inner walls start tightening around Montier.
“Don’t hold back,” I hear him say, his words cutting through the fog that has settled inside my mind. “Don’t hold back, Fiona.”
I do as I’m told.
Surrendering to him, I let the rising pressure inside me turn into a violent storm, and a tidal wave of ecstasy crashes against me with the force of a supernova. For a moment, my whole sense of self disappears. I become nothing but a floating mass of pleasure, every atom comprising my body spinning on an axis of pure ecstasy.
It doesn’t take long before Montier joins me in madness.
He thrusts one final time, driving all of his length deep inside me, and then his two cocks throb at the same time. I feel his warm seed spilling inside me, and the cock he has pressed against my clit shoots warm ropes of it in an arc,