Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
“Maybe I fucking do,” I growled. I took her in my arms and pulled her against me, hard—grinding my crotch against hers and letting her feel how much I wanted her.
“Oh, Vik’tor!” she gasped, her eyes going wide…and then I bent her over my arm and kissed her, taking what I had been wanting for so fucking long.
FIFTY-FIVE
NATALIE
I moaned into Vik’tor’s mouth and kissed him back eagerly. This is what I had been wishing for all night. Even if we weren’t destined to stay together—and from what he’d just said I was pretty sure that was the case—I wanted to be with him, at least one more time. Wanted to feel his hands and mouth on my body and his cock deep inside me.
From what Rylee had told me, I might very well lose all my nice new sexual feelings if I went back to live on Earth. La-ti-zals, she said, didn’t become fully themselves until they left Earth’s atmosphere. So I wanted to feel everything I could before I went back and became my boring, feel-nothing self again.
I moaned as Vik’tor pulled open my blouse—I had changed out of the mesh dress and into a much nicer skirt and blouse combo earlier—exposing my nipples. Reaching for the cinnamon rolls, he dragged his fingertip through the abundant glaze left on the plate and smeared some on my right nipple.
“So fucking sweet,” he muttered and then began lapping the frosting off with long, slow swirls of his tongue around my sensitive peak.
“It…it could be even sweeter if…if you put it somewhere else,” I panted.
Vik’tor knew what I wanted at once.
“Mmm, that’s fucking kinky, baby,” he growled, giving me a grin that exposed his fangs. “Why don’t you spread your legs and let me see about it?”
“Maybe I will,” I murmured, parting my thighs for him.
I expected him to reach under my skirt but Vik’tor surprised me by boosting me onto the table instead—which was luckily all clear except for the plate of cinnamon rolls. Using both hands, he pushed up my short skirt and spread my thighs apart, exposing the innocent white crotch of the nice new panties Rylee had made for me with her clothing replicator, when she’d made the skirt and blouse earlier.
“Gods these lacy little things look fucking hot on you, baby,” he growled, eyeing the little panties, which barely covered my pussy lips.
“You…you like them?” I panted. I could hardly believe the position I was in—spread out on the table with my shirt open and my breasts exposed while I allowed Vik’tor to open my legs and examine me.
“You fucking know I like them—more than like them,” Vik’tor growled, eyeing me hungrily. “Too fucking bad they have to go.”
Then he curled the fingers of one big hand around the crotch and gave a sharp tug. I felt the strings at the sides of the panties part and then a soft breeze caressed my bare pussy as he ripped them entirely away.
“Oh, Vik’tor!” I gasped, surprised by the violence of the move—but I didn’t want him to stop. I liked the way he got when we were making love—the way he seemed to lose himself in the experience. I wanted to lose myself too.
“Spread wide for me, little girl,” he rumbled, swiping one finger over the plate and getting another finger-full of sweet, sticky glaze. “Gonna paint your soft little pussy all over with this and then lick it out of you.”
“Oh, God!” I moaned, throwing my head back and opening my thighs even wider for him. And then Vik’tor was painting my outer pussy lips with the glaze and going back for more to swirl the sweet stuff around my throbbing clit.
I gasped again as waves of pleasure coursed through me. I had never thought of doing something like this before, but with Vik’tor, I was completely into it—into whatever he wanted to try.
As it turned out, what he wanted to try next was me.
“Gonna taste you now, baby,” he growled, giving me an intense look. “Gonna lap your sweet pussy until you come for me—come all over my face.”
“Oh God—yes, Vik’tor!” I moaned, nodding. “Yes, please—do it! I want you to!”
“Grab my horns,” he ordered, as he knelt in front of the table and wrapped his arms around my thighs. “Fucking love it when you pull on them while I eat you.”
I was more than eager to comply. As he knelt before me and began lapping and sucking my outer pussy lips, I reached for the curling, horny ridges and wrapped my fingers around them. Taking a tight grip, I pulled him even closer, riding his face shamelessly as his tongue slipped inside me and he began to lap my throbbing clit.
“Oh God, Vik’tor—oh, yes!” I moaned, bucking against him. Could this really be me, Natalie, lying on the dining room table and getting off on having a man between my legs? Urging him on—begging for more?