Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Papi bends his elbows until his mouth touches mine. Our lips are the only contact we have with one another. He licks the seam, silently demanding entrance.
I eagerly let him in, loving the smell and taste of him, too. Is that a normal human thing? I don’t think so. I suppose people could be attracted to someone’s perfume or soap, but not their…musk. That’s what this is. I’m breathing in Zingar’s essence. It’s intoxicating. I’ll never get enough of him.
My heart is racing at the thought of taking him into my body. I won’t change my mind, but I’m scared.
When he releases my lips, I’m panting, needy and nervous at the same time.
“I’m going to suckle your nipples and prick the tender skin, Little one. After that I’m going to eat your pussy. I will inject your skin there, too. It will help your body relax for me.”
I nod, trying hard not to panic. “Yes, Sir.”
He scoots back a few inches and drops his lips to my breast. He’s done this several times. It never gets old. I love the feel of his mouth sucking on my bud. I should be freaking out at the thought of him piercing me anywhere near there, but I’m not. I want him to do it. The strange prick of pain accompanies pleasure every time.
I gasp when his quill nicks my tender nipple. He doesn’t aim for my breast or even the surrounding areola. He pierces my actual nipple. A rush of arousal follows, causing me to arch my chest upward as though begging him to do it again.
My pussy pulses, pleading for attention. Even though he’s given me numerous orgasms since I met him just hours ago, I need more. One isn’t going to be enough either. I need several.
How did I get so sex-craved? Until tonight, I’ve never thought once about having sex or orgasms. Neither were in my realm of possibilities. They were elusive. Something that might happen in the distant future. Not something I’ve ever pondered.
Now I’m begging this giant alien to push his huge erection into me.
Papi switches nipples, treating my other breast to the same delicious torment, sucking, licking, flicking, and finally nicking.
I cry out as he releases my bud with a pop.
Seconds later, he shifts lower, his palms on my inner thighs, holding me wider. He lowers his face toward my pussy and blows against the naked skin.
I moan so loudly I shock myself. I can’t believe he’s going to put his mouth there. I know people do. I’ve heard of it. But it doesn’t seem like something that would be common. And yet, Zingar lists eating me as if it’s a perfectly natural item on his projected plans.
He has to hold me firmly to keep me from squirming out of his grip. It’s not that I want to escape him. It’s that I’m restless and unable to stop myself from wiggling.
When his mouth lands on my pussy, he doesn’t just plant a kiss; he opens wide and sucks. My entire pussy, including my clit and labia, throb from the pressure. Overloaded with sensation, I thread my fingers in his hair and scream.
Papi doesn’t stop. He keeps a firm grip on my sex, flicking my clit over and over before thrusting his tongue into my channel.
My vision blurs. I’m floating off the bed, aren’t I? It seems like my clit is swollen three times its size as Papi focuses his attention on the throbbing nub. I can forget seeing altogether because my eyes roll back into my head when he pricks the most sensitive part of my body with his quill.
Unimaginable pleasure consumes me. I come instantly. I’m pretty sure he lingers, letting his quill remain inside my clit for several seconds. I’m still pulsing as he releases the tortured nub and shifts his attention to my channel.
My orgasm won’t end. I climb once more, my body preparing to reach for nirvana again any second. Papi’s tongue is not as large as his shaft, but the stretch I’m experiencing as he thrusts in and out of me is tremendous.
He grips my thighs harder, not allowing me the slightest movement, and I understand why a moment later when he pierces my labia. Not just once. He pricks the smooth, naked skin several times, switching back and forth from one side to the other.
He’s moaning against me as if I’m pleasing him. I’m not doing anything but lying here and taking everything he offers me. Perhaps I have that backward. He’s taking everything from me. I’m offering it because there’s no other option. I’ll never get enough of him if I live to be five hundred years old, and apparently that’s an actual possibility.
Another orgasm erupts from deep inside me, making me tremble and writhe.
Papi rises up, releasing my swollen folds. He’s grinning down at me, pleased with himself as he licks my arousal from his lips. He’s on his knees now, and he takes his erection in his hand and slides his palm up and down the shaft.