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

legs, forcing her whole body against the wall. She presses her thighs together, trapping my hand there, and I start massaging her wet inner lips, the skin around them glistening from her juices.

I couldn’t ask for a more perfect sight.

Drawn by her, it doesn’t take long before I’m down on my knees.

She reaches for my horns instinctively, wrapping her fingers around their bony surface, and pulls me in. I offer no resistance and crush my lips against the soft skin on her stomach. Then, using nothing but the tip of my tongue, I trace a path down to her clit. Her sweet taste coats my tongue right away, and my thoughts start spiraling.

Unable to control myself, I suck her clit into my mouth, much like I did with her nipples, and tear into it as carefully as I can. She responds to that by moaning loudly, the sound of her voice filtering past my eardrums and into my head, and I swear it’s the most perfect fucking sound I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

“You taste amazing,” I tell her, pulling back from her just so I can look up into her eyes. She returns my gaze, looking back at me with her lips slightly parted, and then uses the pressure of her hands on my horns to reel me back in. This time, though, I don’t go for her clit. Instead, I open my mouth as wide as it goes, and then fit it over the length of her delicate pussy lips.

Allowing the hunger inside me to dictate what I do, I part her inner lips with the tip of my tongue, and then slide it inside of her. Her whole body seems to melt as I do it, and I pin her against the wall by draping one forearm over her waist. Dropping my hand down, I drape my thumb over her clit and start stroking it, the movement of my finger matching the rhythm of my tongue as it slides in and out of her tight little pussy.

Devouring her like a predator tearing into its prey, I then move my free hand around her waist and cup the smooth curve of her ass cheeks with it. I dig my fingers into her flesh, enjoying the way it molds itself to my touch, and then push her whole body against me. With her pussy pressed against my mouth, I unleash hell upon her body, and it only takes a couple of seconds before her moaning turns into full-blown screaming.

Fuck, is there a sound more perfect than that?

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Thrase

Zander isn’t just good. When it comes to matters of the flesh, he’s a god.

Luckily, for him, I also know a trick or two.

The moment he rises up, I direct him toward the bed and give him a little push. He goes down willingly, lying on the mattress, and I seize the opportunity without a moment’s hesitation.

I climb on top of him, bracing my knees on either side of his waist, and then rest my hands on his chest. Looking down into his eyes, I let my hair tumble over my shoulders, and then I offer him a smile. One of my hands moves down from his chest to his abs, my fingertips enjoying the grooves and ridges of his muscles, and then I move it even further down. I only stop when I meet two hard barriers in the way.

Dragging my teeth across my bottom lip, I grab one of his cocks and pull it back against me, pressing its warm shaft against my drenched inner lips. I throw my head back and close my eyes, enjoying the way his flesh feels against mine, and then start moving my hips in a teasing manner.

As I massage him with my pussy, he brings his hands down to my ass, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. He pulls me toward him, eager to be inside of me, but I resist him. It’s going to happen, no doubt about it, but this time I’m the one in charge. Right now, I’m the one dictating the when and the how.

My teasing lasts for a minute more, and then I push my knees into the mattress and raise my hips just a couple of inches. That gives me the space I need to tuck one of his cocks underneath me, its tip brushing against my pussy lips. I throw my head back, mentally preparing myself for what’s to come, and then start lowering myself