Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Noelle moaned, a sound of pure surrender, and tilted her hips up, spreading her thighs even wider in a conscious, desperate effort to accommodate Bright’s shaft. The sight of her offering herself so trustingly, with Burn’s dark, possessive form cradling her smaller one, was the most erotic thing Bright had ever witnessed.
Emboldened, he pushed forward again, this time with agonizing slowness. He focused on the feel of her, inch by exquisite inch, her inner muscles fluttering and clenching around him as he delved deeper. He watched her face…saw the moment of tension give way to a dawning pleasure as her lips parted on a silent gasp. And then, finally, he was there, buried to the hilt, his pelvis pressed flush against her damp curls.
He was fully sheathed inside her, their bodies joined completely.
A long, shuddering moan was torn from both of them. On the screen, the image was breathtakingly lewd—her pussy was stretched tight around the thick base of his shaft—her glistening flesh clinging to him, a visible testament to how completely he filled her.
“Good, now thrust into her—fuck her a little,” Thune’s middle head directed from the couch, his voice grating with perverse enjoyment.
This time, there were no protests. The combination of the drug, the raw need, and the shocking intimacy of the moment had burned away their resistance. Noelle’s hips gave a tiny, involuntary buck, and Bright needed no further encouragement.
He pulled back, almost all the way out, watching on the screen as his slick, hard length emerged from her tight depths, before driving back in with a single, smooth, powerful thrust.
“Oh! Dios!” Noelle cried out, her head falling back against Burn’s shoulder as Bright hit bottom inside her again.
The screen showed everything—the perfect penetration…the way her breasts jiggled with the force of his thrusts…the wet heat of their combined fluids.
Bright found he couldn’t look away even as he fucked her—he was mesmerized by the visual proof of their union.
Neither could Noelle—her eyes were glued to the screen, her expression one of shocked, overwhelmed arousal. Except for the moments when her gaze would lift—smoky with passion—and lock with his.
Gods, she’s so beautiful! And so tight. I’ve never felt anything like this, Bright thought.
“Gods, so tight!” he groaned, the words ripped from him as he began a slow, deep rhythm inside her. Each stroke was a revelation of perfect friction that coiled the pleasure tighter and tighter in his groin.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Thune’s middle head chuckled grotesquely, interrupting his flow. “Then why don’t you come in her? Give the little female a creamy pussy to remember you by.”
The crude command should have sickened Bright, but in his current state, it only fed the fire. Instead of answering the Trollox, he looked down at Noelle, his rhythm faltering. This was her choice—it had to be.
She met his gaze, her brown eyes dark and dilated. She nodded, a quick, desperate motion.
“It…it’s all right,” she panted, her own hips beginning to move in counterpoint to his, meeting his thrusts. “You can…can come in me, Bright. Go on—fill me up with your cream.”
That was all the permission he needed. The last of his control shattered.
“Gods, I can’t help myself, sweetheart,” he groaned, his voice cracking. He drove into her one last time—burying himself to the hilt—and held there as his pleasure tore through him.
It was a torrent—a hot, pumping gush of his seed that flooded her depths—jet after jet after jet, until at last Bright was spent and shuddering. Gasping, he collapsed over her, his forehead resting on her shoulder as he fought for breath.
For a long moment, they stayed like that, connected—the only sounds, their ragged breathing and the persistent hum of the drone. Bright could feel the frantic beat of Noelle’s heart against his chest—the aftershocks of her own pleasure quivering around his still-hard cock.
Unable to speak, he pressed a kiss to her damp temple—a silent vow of gratitude and possession.
The moment was shattered by Thune’s grating voice.
“You’ve had your turn in your female’s pussy,” he announced. “Now it’s time for your friend to stretch her out. But first, get up on your knees and spread your legs, little female.” He motioned at Noelle with the remote. “Go on—do it.”
Reluctantly, Bright pulled out, the sight of his own creamy cum immediately beginning to seep from her well-used opening sending a fresh, possessive thrill through him.
Noelle—looking dazed and thoroughly debauched—scrambled to obey, moving onto her hands and knees. Her full, beautiful breasts swayed heavily beneath her and, as she spread her legs as commanded, Bright saw that her nipples were dripping—heavy drops of rich, amber nectar beading and falling to spatter on the black mattress below.
At the same time, his cream trickled out of her puffy, reddened pussy, coating her inner thighs in a glistening, lewd trail. It was clear that the little human had been thoroughly fucked…and that she needed to be fucked again. Because the pink drink they’d taken was still working on all of them, Bright thought grimly.