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When the explosive orgasm hits, it takes my breath away. Every muscle seizes up, my legs tight, my cunt squeezing. I can hear him suck in a breath, and then he's driving into me harder, both his hands locked on my hips now as he pounds into me. I'm so wet that I can hear every thrust as well as feel it, and my entire body feels as if it's being conquered by his driving thrusts. He pounds deep into me, then goes still, and I feel his body tremble against mine.

He lets out a choked sound that's not quite a groan, and I realize he's come. It's hard to tell with the plas-film catching everything; I can't feel his release, but I can tell by the way he shudders and rocks his hips slowly against mine that he's absolutely lost in the moment. I close my eyes and sigh, trying not to wiggle too much against the press of the spur in my backside, because everything feels too sensitive at the moment.

I didn't expect that.

Or, okay…I knew we were going to have sex. I expected THAT part. I just didn't expect to come. I haven't orgasmed with a partner…since I left Earth. Sex hasn't been fun. It hasn't been a joining of two people. It's been me giving and others taking. But what just happened? That was some good dick. Totally unexpected, but good dick.

It's all because he tried to get me off. No one has cared about my pleasure in ages. I'm not even sure HE cares about my pleasure other than it increased his. Whatever it is, I'll take it. Because that felt…marvelous. A smile curves my lips and I can't stop grinning. I'm exhausted, too. The day has been a long one and my emotions have been all over the place. But I feel really good. Maybe Zakoar is going to end up being the hero of my dreams after all—

Zakoar gets off of me, his cock sliding free from my body. He heads to the lavatory, shuts the door, and a moment later, I hear the shower start up.

My good mood dissipates. Now I just feel dirty. Like he couldn't give me a pleasant word or two before scrubbing me off of his skin? I sit up, mildly hurt, and look for a towel to wipe myself clean.

I really need to stop fantasizing, when the world keeps reminding me that everything is shit.8ZAKOARI take deep breath after deep breath in the shower, trying to focus my scattered thoughts. I can't think straight. All I can think about is that was the best experience of my entire life. That my mind is blown, my eyes opened, and I don't think I will ever be able to stop thinking about it. That she clearly knows I'm not experienced. She had to show me how to touch her, how to make it good for her so my cock would fit inside her snug channel.

Even now, just thinking about how her body felt as she took my length makes me hard as a rock. How my spur dipped into her backside, penetrating her twice. How she writhed underneath me, and how her cunt got slippery with pleasure when I touched that button of hers.

I wonder if it'd be greedy of me to go out and take her again. Just grab her by the hips and pound into her again until my release took over once more. To see if I can get her to make those little squealing noises that made my balls tighten. Of course it feels better when she's enjoying it. Her cunt got slippery and I glided into her instead of forcing my way dry. It felt even better when she squeezed around me, and after that moment, it became my mission to get her wetter, to make her squeeze me like that again.

I made her come, too. For a moment, I thought she'd been faking it. After all, she did joke about crying out my name. But the way her cunt tightened around me so hard and for so long, the noises she made—and the rush of fluid in her already slick cunt—told me the truth.

I definitely want to take her again. She's my slave. I bought her. It should be expected. But…I don't want to be greedy with her. I don't want to hurt her, either. As I pounded into her, I was very aware of just how small and fragile her human body was underneath mine. I glance down and my cock is already hard again. Of course it is. That's the first time it's been inside a female and it wants another go.

I wonder what she'd feel like without the plas-film separating us. Hotter? Wetter? Tighter?

Groaning, I take my cock in hand and begin to stroke it, ignoring the fact that my shower is deliberately cold. The water isn't doing anything to cool my ardor. I want to turn around and rut on the female again. Just grab her from behind so she can't see my ugly face tighten when I come, and plow into her like my keffing life depends on it.


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