Hunted By the Alien Pirate by Celia Kyle Page 0,59

one of his hands down to my waist, and then his fingers start peeling my pants off. Kicking my boots off, I then do the same with my pants once they’re all bunched up around my ankles. Now wearing nothing but my black lace thong, I exhale sharply and throw my body back. Once I’m lying down, Montier kneeling between my legs, my heart starts kicking and punching against my ribcage.

He leans in, laying his lips against my stomach, and then starts kissing his way down my body. He makes it all the way to my waistline and then uses his teeth to peel my thong off. My skin prickles as the air in room hits me.

I lean back as pleasure overtakes me.

I’m the happiest girl in the world.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Montier

Perfection.

Whenever Fiona and I are together, it’s absolute perfection.

There’s no better feeling than her in the throes of pleasure with my mouth pressed tightly against her naked skin as she explodes, her entire being drowning in an ocean of pure joy.

And the best part?

I know I’m the one responsible for all of it.

Eager to continue, I slide my fingers off her as gently as I can, her entire body trembling. Running my tongue down her drenched inner lips one final time, I then push myself up, my two cocks so damn hard they feel like they’ve become bulletproof. I’ve known desire and excitement before, but nothing like this.

“That was incredible,” she breathes out, locks of blonde hair strewn across her face. Her eyes are closed, an exhausted smile on her lips, and her chest is rising and falling at a rapid pace.

“Tired already?” I ask her, lying down beside her. I cup her right breast with one hand, feeling her hard nipple against my palm, and then lean in to kiss her cheek. She opens her eyes and rolls to her side so she’s facing me. As she does, her right breast weighs down on my hand, the softness of its flesh making my cocks throb in an almost vicious manner.

“Tired? Maybe.” She lays her delicate fingers on my chest and then runs them down my abs. Her fingertips caress every groove and ridge of my muscles as they travel downward, and they’re only stopped when they come across my hard lengths. Moving fast, she grabs one of my cocks by the root, and she does it so hard I can’t stop myself from groaning. “That doesn’t mean I’m throwing in the towel.”

“Now that’s what I wanted to hear,” I say, taking one hand to her backside and digging my fingers into her flesh. I pull her into me, enjoying the warmth of her naked body against my skin, and then we go back to kissing. As our tongues lose themselves to their frenzied dance, Luci starts flicking her wrist at a gentle pace, her hand going up and down the length of my cock. She continues until I’ve become almost delirious, and then she takes her free hand down to my other cock.

Stroking me hard, she gives my body a push with one of her shoulders. I lie flat on my back, grinning as she climbs on top of me, her knees on either side of my thighs. I don’t even think as I reach for her breasts, enjoying the way her flesh molds itself to my fingers.

“I’m going to want this every day,” she tells me with a low whisper, her eyes locked on mine. Her face is a mask of pure excitement, her eyes burning with lust. “Do you think you’ll be able to keep up?”

“More than able.”

“Good.”

Smiling, she finally stops stroking one of my cocks and pushes it down until its shaft is pressed against her drenched pussy. Pushing herself up a couple of inches, she angles herself so that the tip of my cock is right between her inner lips. Then she eases her body down.

Flames explode inside my head as I feel the tightness of her inner walls, the warmth of her body making me go crazy. Unable to restrain myself, I thrust upward, driving the entire length of my cock deep inside her. Throwing her head back, she lets out a wicked moan that fills the entire room.

Still with one hand on my other cock, she goes back to stroking it while she starts rocking her hips, her entire body under a flowing motion as she rides me. She does it in the most perfect of ways, no waste to her movements, and in