Prairie

 

 

 

I LAUNCHED MYSELF at X with a yell, using my prairie dawg sneak attack to take him by surprise. All I managed to do was get myself lodged against his lower legs while he laughed. Then he bent down, plucked me off my feet, and spun to drop me flat-out on the padded floor.

Undaunted, I bounded back up. Circling around him, I dodged each blow he lashed out at me, smiling as he grinned.

More than once I caught X staring at my tits. Oh yeah, he liked my new gear—the tight leather leggings and a vest similar to his for ease of movement.

He took me through the paces, and we worked up a sheen of sweat. My hands slid across his damp chest. He gripped the nape of my neck, tossing me lightly from him.

He crouched in front of me, eyes thin slits as we panted. My nipples fought against the tight top, and his dick was obviously hard in the leathers I was a huge fan of. Maybe I’d give him a lap dance later. You know, to make up for the fact I’d left him with a bad case of blue balls last night.

We went at it again, his strikes increasingly becoming nothing more than light caresses burning through my body. But when I turned up the heat and kicked out at his midsection, he grappled me to the floor.

My legs locked around his waist.

He braced himself on his fists, staring at me as if he couldn’t decide whether to fight me or fuck me.

Grabbing hold of his neck, I drew him down until his ear rested against my mouth. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you a lap dance if you tell everyone I won.”

His control snapping, he lunged upward.

Men, aliens, whatever. So easy.

I laughed brazenly when he snatched me up into his arms. He stalked through the corridors of the palace, ignoring all the guards who bowed when he passed.

He strode straight to the royal chambers and didn’t stop until the doors slid shut in Dex’s surprised face.

Letting me slip down his body, X got himself nice and comfy on a chair that appeared from thin air. “Lap dance.”

“Bossy.”

“A deal’s a deal, meehri.” He grinned wolfishly, looking me up and down.

“So it is.” A sultry smile curled my lips.

I slowly unbuttoned the vest first, shaking it from my shoulders. “Just don’t play any Barry White tunes.”

He licked his lips. “Noted.”

With my breasts freed, I swung toward him. Leaning over, I set my hands on his brawny thighs. I snaked my body up against his, and his hands rose to take hold of me.

I grabbed his wrists, pinning them down. “And no touching the talent, big guy.”

“Noted.” His voice emerged much more strangled as my nipples brushed against his chest.

My cheek whispered along his, and I breathed softly against his ear. His thighs jumped beneath my hands when I ghosted my tongue along his throat. Swiveling around, I pumped my ass over his lap for several beats until I settled onto him, arching as I twisted languorously.

“Meehri.” He groaned, and when I glanced down, his knuckles had turned white with restraint.

My ass hit his groin, and his cock formed a large rigid roll drilling down the inseam of his leathers. I was surprised the lashes hadn’t ripped apart already.

“You like this, X?” Tossing my hair back, I gyrated on his lap.

His hips rocked up. “More.”

Pushing up to my feet, I pivoted around. X’s jaw tightened when I pressed a palm against his chest. My fingers danced across the many multicolored designs decorating his warm flesh.

The almost primitive patterns fascinated me even more as his taut skin rippled beneath my fingertips. The new markings forming in a circular pattern from both sides of his chest edged closer together every day.

X watched me from lowered lids, a muscle in his jaw ticking.

Down, down, down, I undulated between his legs while my hands strayed up from my stomach, and I pushed my tits together.

When I rose, I grabbed onto the back of his neck, climbed on board, and rode against his lap.

X’s eyes flashed from my breasts to my mouth. “I can’t take much more teasing.”

I backed off, dancing just out of reach even though my king sat tensely, motionless except for his roving eyes, chugging chest, and flexing muscles.

A flirty smile on my lips, I approached closer. Closer. Closer until I hung my tits in his face, watching as he battled within not to lick, suck, bite.

Grunting, he craned his head back.

I decided to reward him for his supreme self-control. Besides, I really wanted his cock in my mouth again, the sexy beast.

Kneeling between his widespread legs, I ever-so-carefully used my teeth and tongue to unfasten the lacings of his leathers.

He sucked in a breath. “Gods yes.”

I breathed in the maleness of him, tongue peeking out to taste the muscled V of his groin. I tugged the lacing free, each jerk of my teeth causing the leather to part, and more and more of his big dick to appear.

When my lips met the hot solid flesh at the base of his cock, I cooed deep in my throat.

He was pure sin. Totally addictive.

Hungry for him, I yanked the pants off his lean waist and down to his hard-muscled thighs. His cock slapped up, reaching well beyond his stomach.

With a mewling sound I’d never made before, I tongued one heavy ball sac before pulling as much of the round orb as I could into my mouth.

My eyes rolled back, and I plucked at my nipples. I whimpered, quickly, greedily sucking his other testicle. A heavy groan rumbled through him, and I rose to my knees, licking all over his mighty cock. I thrummed my tongue against the network of veins, sampling from the engorged head that barely fit inside my mouth.

With a dirty smile, I glanced up to find X staring right back at me.

“I bet you wanna skull fuck me right now, don’t you?”

His jaw hardened even more, and so did his dick when I clasped it in my hand.

He kicked the chair back, rising above me. With my chin caught between his fingers, he guided the thick length between my lips.

I could only take a few inches before he filled my mouth, and my tongue rolled all around him. With both hands, I pumped the remainder of his magnificent cock, maintaining sloppy suction on the rest.

Hot nasty glugging noises spilled from my throat like the saliva spilling from my lips. The hand job/blowjob got all messy wet, and X’s harsh grunts echoed in the room.

He held my mouth open, gripped my hair, and pumped in and out.

He never sent his thick meat too deep, but he lost total control when I pulled him out and slapped my face with his smeary cock.

A roar ripped through him. The slit of his cockhead widened. A strong burst of cum blasted my cheek before I gobbled him back into my mouth, cradling the pulsating head on my tongue. I swallowed and swallowed, gulping down his seed, panting for breath before taking every last jet he ejaculated.

His sweat dripped onto me.

His cum dripped down my cheek.

My pussy dripped inside my pants.

I kissed his hip, panting against him, while he shucked his leathers all the way off. Then X threw me to my back on the floor.

Eyes glazed, I watched as he shredded my leggings with one tug. He pressed my thighs open, bit a nipple, then his mouth cruised to my pussy.

I screamed, coming almost immediately. One lash of his tongue was all it took, but X didn’t stop. He lapped me desperately, hands on my ass hauling me roughly against his lips. I still tasted him in my mouth as I orgasmed in his again. Again. Again.

I twisted my fingers in his hair, trying to pull him up, but he snarled at me before slamming two fingers inside of me. He screwed me straight into another cunt-punching climax before finally relenting.

Holy hell.

I dropped back onto the floor, nothing but a quivering mass of Holy Alien God of Sex.

Kissing my neck then my mouth, X lifted me to the bed. He yanked the furs over us, cuddling close behind. And of course the extraterrestrial stud was ridiculously at full erection again, but Holy Alien King of Orgasms.

Not to mention . . . “Too tired after training.” I slapped him away halfheartedly. “And you haven’t stretched me enough.”

“I have too, and we have the special oil.”

“Is it KY?”

X smacked my rump, and then I fell blissfully asleep.