Grace Goodwin - The Colony Boxed Set 1

There was a reason I was governor of the base, and he our most notorious fighter pilot. Ryston lived for the next rush of danger to race through his blood. He was wild and untamed where I was the solid foundation, the unflappable center. I was the pivot point for the entire base, the anchor. Cautious and deliberate.

Ryston pushed the edge. And I’d never been so sure of my choice as second as I was when he lifted his head and held up the plug. “This is yours, mate. Take it. Feel it. Know that I will soon work it deep inside you.”

Her reaction hit me like a punch in my gut. I knew, even before her knees collapsed, that mine and Ryston’s lust was overwhelming her. I shifted my hold and held her in place as she steadied and regained her feet.

Ryston set the box aside and held out his hand with a devilish and eager grin on his face. When she placed her hand in his, I released her and he led her to the bedroom. I followed, content watching the sway of her gorgeous bare backside, knowing it would soon be Ryston’s personal playground while she rode my cock.

She paused, looked down. “I’m bare.”

Ryston walked to the bed, turned, looked down at her pussy. I hadn’t seen it yet and fuck, did I want to.

I moved to stand beside him, allowing Rachel to look her fill. We were much larger than she, and dressed in full armor, I had to wonder that she wasn’t running with terror. I couldn’t help but study her as well. For one so small, her legs were long and shapely, her hips flared and full, her waist narrow, her breasts pert and upturned nipples tightly furled.

Her pussy lips, peeking from between her legs, were also a pink, but a dusky color. There was no hair to hide her desire, for they glistened with her obvious arousal.

“Yes, we love a bare pussy. You will, too,” I said. “Especially when you come all over my face.”

Rachel rubbed her legs together. As if that would ease the ache. Nothing would ease the need in any of us except a good hard fucking.

“Are we different than Earth men?” Ryston asked, noticing she was staring at us with curiosity and eagerness.

I hadn’t considered our differences from males of her planet. Thank fuck for having a second. I’d make a mess of the match without him asking and saying the right things.

She smiled, then shrugged. “I don’t see very much of you for comparison.”

“Are you saying you want to see us, mate?” I asked. “All of us?”

She nodded, bit her lip. “Every naked inch.”

As we shucked our boots and armor, she continued. “I’ve heard that space aliens have huge cocks. That you can fuck for hours.”

“Is this a rumor you’ve heard about us, or a personal fantasy?” Ryston asked, pushing down his pants so his cock sprang free.

I stripped quickly, then gripped the base of my cock and slowly stroked it, allowing her to stare at us. Wide eyed and very, very eager. Pulses of heat and need came from her.

I wasn’t modest, not in the slightest. If she, our mate, wanted to ogle us, watch us come as we stood before her, I didn’t mind. I would be deep inside her pussy, so I had no reason to stop Ryston in his play.

“Neither. I’m hoping it’s reality.”

Stepping up to us, she boldly took a cock in each small hand.

“I can’t even close my fist around you.” Her voice held awe. She dropped to her knees before us, one hand wrapped around each of our cocks, and pulled us none too gently toward her, suddenly the aggressor. She ran the pink tip of her tongue over her bottom lip. “Come here. If these cocks are mine, I want to taste them.”

Ryston threw his head back and growled as her mouth closed over him. She squeezed the top of my cock as she worked him and I couldn’t tear my gaze away, for in seconds, that hot, sweet mouth would be mine.

Rachel

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

They were huge. Their heads and faces were a bit bigger than a human’s, and their slightly angular features made them look like fierce, alien predators.

The way they were watching me, and the raw lust consuming me through our link with these high-tech, magical freaking collars, I couldn’t think. All I could do was want .

No artist could have imagined more perfect bodies than of the two standing before me. Their chests were thick with muscle, every ripple and ridge clearly defined from their bulging deltoids to the eight-pack abs I couldn’t wait to explore. Their cocks were huge, so large I worried about whether I could do much more than lick them. Their bodies were powerful, from thick fingers I wanted inside my pussy to the massive thighs that rooted them to the floor like tanks.

With Ryston’s pale golden perfection and Maxim’s dark, rust and mocha skin, my eyes couldn’t adjust to the perfection before me.

No man should be this perfect. And I had two.

Maxim’s left arm, from his deltoid to his elbow, was covered in the strange silver circuits that Ryston had on the side of his face. On his darker skin, the marks of his captivity, of the Hive, stood out, like silver ink, defining every line of his muscle, the massive size of his arms.

I knew how strong he was, how he’d pulled apart my prison bars like they were warm wax. And that strength, so brutal and powerful, on both my men, made my body quiver in anticipation. Such strength, so much control.

I wanted to test that control. I wanted to push them. I wanted them so desperate to get their cocks inside me that they couldn’t think. Ryston’s face. Maxim’s arm. It wasn’t much, but the shimmering silver only made them more exotic. Sexy as fuck.

God, I’d always felt like a bit of a naughty girl, but these two, and their lust, made me feel like I was in heat. And I liked it.

This was going to be so much better than my own fingers under the darkness of the prison blanket. I wanted them both. I wanted them skin to skin, surrounding me. I wanted to be the cream filling in a Prillon cookie.

The rug was soft beneath my knees as I pulled them toward me…with their cocks. The gentlest pressure and they moved where I wanted them. These hulking males, with all their strength, they were mine.

I’d never felt so feminine, so powerful. So hot for sex I couldn’t breathe.

Who needed air when she could master a man’s body with one swirl of the tongue?

Leaning forward, I worked Maxim with my right hand while I took Ryston in my mouth, eager to know his taste.

He threw back his head and growled. Pleasure, intense and hot, rushed through the collars and Maxim jerked in my hand, feeling Ryston’s reaction just as I did. My pussy was already hot and wet, but the ache spread to my breasts where they hung too full, too hot and heavy and starving for touch as my core pulsed, closing around nothing. Empty.

I worked Ryston for a few moments before releasing him from my mouth to conquer Maxim, his darker flesh an erotic sight I was all too eager to sample.

With Ryston’s hard, damp flesh in my left hand, I took Maxim in my mouth in one fast, smooth stroke until the top of his cock bumped the back of my throat.

He remained stoic and unmoving, silent, but the flare of heat from him through the collar curled my toes and made me moan around his hard length.

“Gods.” Ryston moaned for all three of us and stepped forward to bury his fist in my hair. “Suck him hard, Rachel. Break him.”

The words were rough and demanding, and something primitive and needy rose within me in response to both his tone and the fist in my hair. I’d always preferred a man who took charge in bed, but this. I’d thought it would be Maxim who would take charge. He was the fucking Governor of Base 3. He had “take command” in his blood. But he was the stoic one, reserved. Ryston would dominate, but I wasn’t going to forget Maxim could be just as demanding if he wanted.