Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“Yes, please,” I moan, arching toward him for more.
He slides his fingers away from my clit with a chuckle. “No, I really don’t think you’re going to get to come this session,” he says. “I think I will be the one who finishes.”
He fucks me to the completion of his orgasm, not mine. I try very hard to come anyway, because fuck him thinking he gets to control my pleasure. I reach for my clit, only to have my hand slapped away. I try again, and he catches my wrist and pulls my arm behind my back.
“Uh uh, pet,” he says, fucking me harder. “I told you, you’re not going to come.”
“You can’t stop me,” I moan back.
He chuckles with amusement. “God, I love your spirit,” he says. “Breaking your rebellion is starting to feel more fun than before. I suppose it’s being deep in your sweet human pussy while you try to come as hard as you can on my cock.”
I squeeze his cock with my inner walls and I wriggle as much as I can and no, maybe I can’t reach my clit, but I have a talent for being able to do things that people think I can’t do. I am more sensitive too, thanks to the plug in my rear, making every single one of those thrusts feel even more intense.
My clit starts to pulse of its own accord as my inner walls squeeze with every pounding thrust, and my womb gets in on the action. The pleasure comes with physical touch, but my mind makes the context real for my flesh, and I think over and over again about how I am being mercilessly ravaged by a big mean alien who is going to fuck me whenever he wants to, using me day after day, keeping a plug in my ass, making me wear a tail, reducing me to the status of a lustful little animal.
“Gods, pet, your mind,” he growls. He has been trying to hold back, I think. I can hear the breaking of his resolve as my thoughts get into his head and make him do things. I never realized before how much power this telepathy thing gives me.
He thrusts deep into me and holds himself there, his cock pulsing as he releases streams of alien cum inside me. He is breeding me like a mare, and I have no option but to take it, and with that thought, it is all over.
I come as he comes, his powerful orgasm the last thing I need to put me over the edge. Every rutting, rough thrust makes my pleasure double. If he thought I can’t come without having my clit touched, he knows better now.
“Disobedient pet,” he growls softly as his erection starts to soften inside me.
“You couldn’t stop me,” I gasp, recovering from climax and laughing at the same time. I am so triumphant, feeling almost like I stole my own orgasm. I don’t know how that really works, but I know that coming feels even better when you’re not supposed to do it.
My mirth gets a reaction from my alien master. He slides his cock from me, letting a hot rush of seed run from my pussy down my thighs.
He rolls me onto my stomach and spanks me hard, but we both know I got to come already and I won and he lost and… Ohhhh, this stimulation is starting to get me close all over again; what if I come twice with his hand whipping my ass and that twisted tail he put in me stimulating my pussy from the back as well?
“Brat,” he laughs, hearing my thoughts. He gives up midway, reaching beneath me and strumming my clit with his powerful, scaled blue fingers until I come on his hand.
I wriggle around in his grasp, my hips pumping, my breasts jiggling, my ass burning when he lands an occasional extra slap in the midst of what has now become forced orgasm. Before I wasn’t allowed to come, and now it feels like I am not allowed to stop.
A second orgasm shoots through me, and he works on the third, pinching my clit lightly and then sheathing his fingers inside my pussy, slowly drawing them in and out while his thumb dabs and rolls my clit like a button.
The plug is still in my ass, and the combination of so much stimulation and orgasm is putting me into a state of perfect overload. He strums another climax out of me, and I feel myself start to float on a sea of endorphins as my brain chemistry starts to inexorably bond me to him.
“That’s a good pet,” he croons in my ear. “Come for me, over and over. We barely know each other, don’t we, pet? I am almost a stranger to you, but this pussy of yours already knows who she belongs to.”