Wexxon the Great Alien Warrior - Juno Wells Page 0,59

running along her sides. “I love the way you look right now, Rachel. You have no idea how beautiful you look when you’re carrying my child. You have no idea how much you glow.”

“Wexxon…” Rachel smiled before she turned back toward the door. “Fuck. Wait. Shouldn’t we take this to the bedroom?”

“I don’t have enough patience to make it to the bedroom,” I admitted. “I want you now, my love.”

“But what if someone sees?”

“If someone were to walk in on us making love on the training room floor, I would hope they do us the courtesy of walking right back out the door.” I smirked. “Or at least offer to bring us some refreshments as we enjoy each other’s bodies.”

“Wexxon, I’m serious—”

“I’m serious, too,” I replied, my fingertips heading right for Rachel’s thighs, parting them even further against my waist. She moaned once her legs were on either side of my abdomen, the space between her thighs emanating so much warmth I knew that she’d run out of patience, too.

“Wexxon…” Rachel reached for my hands before she pulled them toward her chest, shamelessly placing my fingers against her nipples. “Please.”

“Whatever you want, my little warrior.” I kept my voice low as I followed her unspoken instruction, my fingers soon pulling and twisting her sensitive nubs.

“Wait,” Rachel said as she moved slightly up my frame, soon leaning her chest right over my open mouth. “There. Better.”

And I grinned, my cock twitching at how my Rachel had gone from being more reserved about what she wanted, to telling me exactly how she wanted me to make love to her. I then took one of her nipples into my mouth, curling my tongue around the nub, loving the way she whimpered when she seemed to be overwhelmed with pleasure.

And as I kept my mouth on her chest, I slid a hand around the back of her thigh, not stopping until my fingers located the other sensitive nub between her legs, the one that so often made her shudder when my cock was buried inside her.

“Inside me…” Rachel whimpered, her waist moving back toward my hand. “Put your fingers inside me…”

“My little warrior might be growing into a full-grown warrior soon.” I lightly chuckled, happy to follow my Rachel’s demands. I then slid my fingers inside her, her pussy easily taking the digits, squeezing around my fingertips as she shamelessly rocked against my palm.

“Wexxon…Wexxon…” Rachel moaned, her hips moving in circles around my hand, her chest resting against my mouth. A few seconds later she was shivering with an orgasm, whimpering my name into my chest, her wetness now coating my fingers with her excitement.

When she was finished, I slid my fingers out of her. I brought them toward my lips, always eager to sample how she tasted. I then licked her wetness off my fingertips, one by one, as she kept her eyes trained on mine, her nipples seeming to perk up even more as she watched me taste her off my hand.

And then, when I was done tasting my wife’s delicious pussy, I gently pushed her hips back toward my own, positioning her right over my shaft. Rachel instinctively lifted her waist away from me, giving me just enough space to free my cock from the fabric of my clothes, just enough space to align the head of my cock with her soaking wet pussy.

And as soon as the tip of my head was firmly inside her, Rachel sat down on my cock, the length of it disappearing inside her pussy as she began to steadily rock back and forth against my frame.

“Rachel…” I groaned, my waist reaching up to meet her own with every movement of her hips. “My Gods. You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I can’t help it,” she whined as she lifted her hips away from me again, just enough for my cock to almost slip all the way outside her, right before she slammed back down against my shaft. “I don’t know why it’s so much worse when I’m pregnant.”

“Maybe because you want other females to know that I am yours,” I suggested, my cock throbbing inside my Rachel, the beautiful sight of her breasts bouncing with every thrust threatening to push me right over the edge. “Your wetness tends to mark me with your scent.”

“…Wait. Are you saying that other people can smell me on you?”

“Not you, exactly,” I clarified with a grin. “But others can sometimes tell when I’ve just mated. Not all the

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