Her hands slid forward, palms down on the table, and she curved her small fingers over the edge, holding on. Bracing herself. “I don’t care. Fuck me, Calder. I want it now. I want you now.”
I spanked her again. And again. Even before the pink color could bloom on her flesh she was moaning, but not with pain. Her pussy was dripping wet and coating her thighs. “Zed was correct. You like this, don’t you? Do you want me to spank you, mate? Make your flesh burn?”
She shook her head back and forth, her hair flying in a wild mess around her shoulders. “I don’t know. I just…I need you. God. Please.”
Her legs trembled. Her voice was part whispered confession and part demand. Her fingers curled and released the table top in a hypnotic rhythm she was using to calm herself.
But I didn’t want her calm. I wanted her out of control.
I raised the bottle of lubricant to her ass once again, ignoring her whimpers of pleasure as I filled her virgin hole with even more of the substance. I was going to fuck her like she wanted me to and I would not hurt her. She would be slick and while I would open her up, there would be no pain.
When I knew she was ready, I stepped out of my clothes and threw them aside. “Are you ready for me, mate?”
“Yes.” She tilted her hips, pushing her ass higher into the air. But I wasn’t going to fuck her there, not yet.
Collecting more pre-cum from my cock, I slipped my hand beneath her and spread the substance on and around her clit. She jerked beneath me, her whimpers turning to groans.
“Open your eyes, look outside and see all the people. Is anyone looking at you? Hearing your cries of pleasure?”
I didn’t waste time, sliding my cock into her wet pussy in one long, smooth stroke, plunging deep. Hitting her womb. Spreading her open with my hands on her ass, making sure she took every hard inch.
I pulled out. Pumped into her again. She shattered, her cries making my heart race as I watched her lose control.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen and I could never give her up. Never walk away. She was mine.
When her pussy stopped pulsing, I pulled back and slid two slick fingers into her ass. Three. She gasped, pressing back, pushing my touch deeper as I opened her up even more.
I withdrew and placed my cock at her entrance and pressed forward so she would feel the tip begin to breach her virgin hole. Carefully, slowly. “Last chance to say no, love. Tell me no, and I’ll wait.”
Shaking her head, she said, “I don’t want to wait.” She straightened her legs, gained leverage to impale herself on me, but I pressed her to the table with a firm hand on her lower back.
“We do this my way.”
When she nodded, her legs relaxing, I used my free hand to spank her ass for her defiance and lack of patience. Her opening pulsed in response, opening a bit, drawing me in.
The mushroom shaped head of my cock pushed past the opening with a silent pop and we both moaned as I pressed her down.
I took my time, sweat beading my brow, my body tight as a bowstring as I worked my way into her. When her body finally relaxed enough to let me slowly sink into her all the way, an orgasm threatened to take me, my cock pulsing in the early stages of release.
I gritted my teeth, holding back. But her body jerked and she lifted her feet from the floor, wrapping them around my thighs to hold me to her as her interior walls pulsed and spasmed with another orgasm. My seed power at work. Making her come. Filling her body with need. Lust. Desire. For me.
Only me.
But that wasn’t true. She had seed from Zed and Axon in her body as well from our time on Earth. Their claim. Their pleasure.
The thought dimmed my own for but a moment as her building wail of need brought my complete attention back to her. Her ass clamped down on my cock as her pleasure built and I lost control, pumping in and out slowly, just once before my body exploded inside her.
My seed sent her over the edge again, her scream music to my ears, making me want to pound my chest with primal satisfaction. I had pleased my mate. Given her pleasure. Made her mine. As my seed pumped into her, filling her, marking her, I should have felt absolute pleasure.
Instead, I was torn in two. She was mine. But this gift wasn’t mine alone. Her skin, her soft cries, the sweet scent of her wet pussy or the generous nature of her loving wasn’t mine alone. She gave it to others. To Zed and Axon.
I felt greedy. Possessive. Selfish.
And I couldn’t give her up.
Yet when I pulled free of her body in a slow withdrawal, Axon stepped up, pants loose, cock out. “My turn.”
“Axon, my pussy. Fill my pussy,” Violet moaned. “I need you, too.”