Grumpy Alien King by Celeste King
Heather
Another shriek of pleasure tore through my throat. I tried to mutter praises but it all came out a garbled mess. My whole body shook uncontrollably as his tongue ground against my clit, sending an already devastating orgasm into places I’d never even imagined reaching. I was thankful for the chilly glass at my back because my body felt like I was on fire.
I wanted to tell him how amazing his tongue felt. That I was sorry for squeezing his head so hard but I just couldn’t help it, and fuckI was sorry for ever running away from this.
I’d gripped onto his horns out of fear of falling but his nails were digging into my thighs letting me know I couldn’t fall if I tried.
He bit the swollen flesh around my clit pulling a light chirp of a cry out of me. I would’ve been embarrassed for the girly sound but he felt too good for me to care.
He pulled away from me, and stared up into my eyes. He smiled at me hungrily with my wetness glistening on his chin.
“I can’t remember, is there a bed on board on one of these things?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
Still seeing stars, I giggled “Does it even matter?”
A deep rumble reverberated through his chest and into me, as his gaze grew more and more predatory. The sensation sent shivers up my spine.
“I don’t suppose you can do that while you’re inside me?”
Suddenly I was falling until he caught me and we were quickly making our way through the ship. I gazed up at him while he hunted for something to either lean me up against or mount me on.
Shadows danced across his face as we moved from one light to the next. I’d always felt attraction towards him. It was carnal and intense but now I saw something else in him. The severe features of his face made him striking. The strong ridges of his brow and sharp cheekbones gave off the sense he was mad at all times. Maybe he was, and that only excited me more.
We got to a room with what looked like a large coffee table in the middle and he placed me on it. I swung my legs so as to welcome him. When he pressed his hips into me, I wrapped my legs around him. I wanted him badly. I arched my back, grinding myself into him. Again, the rubble in his chest ran through me.
He deftly slipped his pants off and his firm girth slapped loudly against my skin. I’d felt it before but never got a great look at it until now. It honestly suited him more than I’d imagine. The web of veins that decorated the shaft matched the fury and power he gave off. A small plus that it was around the size of my forearm.
He pushed me further into the center of the table and hovered over me. His lips latched onto mine, his tongue still tasting of me. I felt him grind himself along my core, using my overflowing desire as lubrication.
All the while I pulled away at his shirt. Damnit, I’d like us to fully undress once while we were fucking. He seemed to share the sentiment and ripped off my top like it was paper.
His mouth quickly moved from mine to my erect nipples. His skillful tongue again danced circles around my flesh. His every touch carried the same electricity and fire. When he sucked on it and pulled more of my breast into his mouth his sharp teeth grazed skin. More and more I was finding out how much I liked the pain he inflicted with his pleasure.
The moan he drew out of me seemed to send him over the edge as I felt him begin to prod at my opening. I was nervous. I knew I’d taken him before but having seen it I couldn’t help but be intimidated. Still, I felt agonizingly empty.
In one swift motion he was inside me. I swore I felt him in my chest.
Next, a first happened. He gently rested his hand behind my ear and whispered.
“Don’t worry, my love. We’ll take our time,” he murmured, his voice was husky with desire and... something else.
He kept to his word as our lips locked and he slowly rocked our hips together as I grew used to his size. His patience was short lived he seemed, as the moment I began to relax around him, he drove into me.
I screamed his name in equal parts ecstasy and agony. My arms reflexively went to his stomach to brace myself. The ridges of muscle flexed and relaxed rhythmically with each stroke.
I only lasted a little while before he forced another orgasm out of me. Pleasure bloomed from my core, ran up my body, then down to my toes. He carried on as if he didn’t notice. Like last time he was machine like, his power and endurance evident in each motion. The man didn’t act like he was seeking out my pleasure, but knew with certainty that it’d come along naturally. My pleasure was an inevitability.
After another orgasm rose and crashed, I realized my eyes had been closed since he’d entered me. I opened them, desperate to see. He’d taken me from behind last time and while I heard his voice and felt his body, I needed to see his face.
The euphoria cut through his fearsome features like it had never been there before. I’d never seen such a handsome man in such a state of bliss. Sweat shimmered on his forehead and his lips hung parted as he breathed deeply. I felt the rumble again and noticed his eyes on mine.
A warm feeling blossomed in my chest, and my hands absentmindedly raised to his cheek. As my pleasure began to rise, my hand reached behind his head and pulled his mouth to mine. I wrapped my legs around his hips and screamed his praise into his mouth while I came.
I felt him swell inside me as his every muscle went taught. I felt the warmth swell inside me as we climaxed together.
Sheer and utter bliss.
