Grace Goodwin - Cyborg's Secret Baby

I shuddered. Or maybe the warning was for me. I didn’t do this. I didn’t have sex with strangers. I didn’t have sex with aliens. Hell, I didn’t have sex. I never felt comfortable with my body, hated looking in the mirror. That I wanted to strip naked and give anyone all of me was so foreign to my being I was having trouble making sense of the moment.

But I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity either. Jorik was gorgeous. Rockstar, movie star, sex god beautiful. And for whatever reason, he seemed to want this just as much as I did.

Lowering my head, slowly, so slowly, I stared into his eyes as I got closer. Closer. Closing them the briefest moment before my lips touched his.

He let me have my way, his huge hands resting on my hips, unmoving, as I explored and tasted. God, he tasted good. Indescribable. Perfect.

When I slipped my tongue into his mouth, he moved, tugging at my shorts until I wiggled out of them. Eager for some skin on skin action, I pulled my T-shirt off over my head until I stood before him in my panties and bra.

He looked his fill, taking in every inch of me. I waited for some sign of disappointment, but there was none. If anything, his gaze grew darker, more heated.

Was he real?

I reached for him.

“No. Don’t move.” He pressed a flat palm to the center of my chest and held me pressed to the door. So dominant. So fucking hot. I whimpered.

Move? I could barely breathe.

His free hand slid up my bare thigh. Thank god I put on cute silk panties this morning and not the it’s-laundry-day-granny-panties.

But my hips. My stomach. My huge breasts. Everything was sticking out, was right there in front of his face. He was still. Unmoving. Did he dislike what he saw? I had cellulite, a little jiggle. Did he—

“Look at you. Gorgeous.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the center of my stomach, held himself there as if he were trying to breathe me in.

I exhaled, not realizing I’d held my breath. My panties were tugged down over my hips and around my ankles in less than a second. I gasped when he tilted me to the side just enough to sink his teeth into one cheek of my bottom.

“Jorik!” I cried. It wasn’t a hard bite, more like a nibble. A big nibble.

I wiggled my hips, turned on beyond belief. He groaned.

“This.” I felt the brush of a finger along my slit and still couldn’t move, pinned to the door as I was. “You are wet. Ready.”

He used his fingers to part the lips of my pussy and I felt cool air. There. I licked my lips, tried to breathe, but I was so turned on. What was he doing? I’d expected to be tossed on the floor, fucked hard and thoroughly. A quickie. But this?

I wasn’t going to survive this.

I heard his deep breath. “Your scent. My beast likes your scent. Will he like your taste? I’ve wondered if you are sweet everywhere, what your pussy tastes like.”

I had no idea aliens were dirty talkers. And I didn’t know I got off on word porn. He’d only nuzzled me with his nose and had roaming hands. Bit my ass. That was all and I was close to coming.

A hand hooked about my hip and pulled my hips forward as his mouth found my center.

I cried out at the feel of him licking me from front to back. Then again. Like an ice cream cone.

“Oh my god,” I groaned when he did something magical with his tongue on my clit.

A finger slid into my pussy, curled. Fucked me slowly. He was in no rush, his pace methodical as if he had all the time in the world. “Quickie” didn’t seem to be in the Atlan language.

“Jorik, please,” I begged. Oh yes, I begged. It was too much, too good, and I couldn’t even see him.

Jorik moved the hand from my chest to roll a nipple between his fingers, then squeeze my breast, tugging on the entire thing until my knees shook, ready to collapse. “My beast is busy, Gabriela. Your begging is not necessary. We will see to you.”

Now two fingers were inside me as he worked my clit.

He was good. So, so good. I’d had a guy go down on me before, but it hadn’t done much for me. Now I knew why. He’d had no idea what he’d been doing. I wasn’t even sure now if he’d actually found my clit.

But Jorik? God, Jorik was an oral god.

I cried out his name again, wiggled my hips so I was probably smothering him with my pussy, but I didn’t care. He made me this way. If he wanted to breathe, he could make me come.

He didn’t just find my clit, he claimed it. Owned it. Sucked the small, sensitive bit of flesh into his mouth and worked me with his tongue as he fucked me with his fingers. The suction motion, so fast, so hard, made me writhe, my hands on his shoulders. I pressed forward, needed more. And he gave me what I wanted. One motion of his tongue and curl of his fingers. Some magical combination of press and flick and I went off like the fireworks at Fourth of July.

My fingernails dug into his shoulders, my knees buckled, but he didn’t relent, working me. Fucking me with his fingers. His fingers were replaced with his tongue and he slipped one wiggling digit just inside my ass, the foreign feeling adding to the overwhelming flood of sensation roaring through my body like a hurricane. He pushed me, filled me, licked me and touched me until I came a second time, unable to stand. Unable to speak. I could barely breathe. For the first time in my life, I was a hot mess.

“More,” I said, just before I leaned in and kissed him. My arms went about his neck as our tongues tangled. I tasted him, and me.

He pushed me back and stared where my breasts hung heavy. He actually growled, the sound making me laugh. Actually laugh.

I took the opportunity to look him over since he wasn’t wearing a shirt, all dark skin, hard muscles. He had a bit of hair on his chest, and I wanted to touch every inch of him, run my hands though all of it. Pet him. Make him purr. He was big. God, I could take hours going over every inch of him. Then I saw the bulge in his pants and realized his cock had a lot of inches. It was like there was a pipe in his pants. It angled up and to the side as if trying to work its way out of his prison.

My inner walls clenched wondering how he was going to fit.

His gaze tipped down to see what I was looking at. His hands opened his pants and his cock fell into his waiting palm.

“Oh my god. You are a beast.”

He laughed then as he stroked himself. Thick and long, it was darker than the skin on his chest, the head flared wide.

I wanted it. I ached to get on that thing. Ride it.

I licked my lips, wanting to do too many things at once.

When I glanced back up, I found him watching me. Waiting. This was my call. He was huge, but I was in control.

And that knowledge made me feel safe, set me off like a rocket.

Fuck. I was going to come again.

I pushed gently on his chest, confident he would go where I directed, and he did. Settling into a seated position on the soft rug I had in the living room, his legs straight out in front of him so I could straddle his thighs. So I did, settling into his lap so we were chest to chest, my thighs atop his. He still had his pants on, but I wasn’t as patient as he seemed to be. His cock was out and that was what I wanted.

“I need you,” I admitted, lifting up so I hovered over his hard length.

His eyes met mine, held. I wiggled my hips until I had the tip of his cock pressed to my entrance.

“Jorik,” I breathed. “Please. I want you inside me.”

“Mine,” he replied, settling his hands on my hips and pushing me down onto him.

“Oh!”

He was big. Like huge. I was stretched wide, opened up. Filled. Crammed. My pussy was still swollen from his attention, and the sensitive flesh wrapped around him like a fist, squeezing him as we both groaned. My inner muscles rippled and quivered around him like aftershocks from an orgasm, pushing toward another release.