Cyborg's Secret Baby. Grace Goodwin
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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.
Jorik groaned, pulled my body forward until my clit rested against his abdomen, my pussy open wide, my body spread open and totally his. He bottomed out inside me and I felt the rumble from his chest and into mine.
My feet were on the floor as I straddled him, and I began to lift and lower. Deeper, harder, faster. All the while, he helped, lifting and lowering, thrusting his hips up so we slapped together.
I fucked myself on him, all but using him for my pleasure. But I wasn’t alone in this. Sweat dotted his forehead, his mouth turned into a snarl. His hands began to move over me, cupping my breasts, playing with my nipples, pinching and squeezing my ass, pulling me open from behind so he could slide a bit deeper as I rode him.
His finger found my ass and he stroked over the outside, teasing me with his touch. Making my pussy clench and spasm in reaction. Everything went tight.
“Jorik, I’m… oh god, I’m coming!”
I couldn’t hold back if I tried, the orgasm so different than the ones he’d given me with his mouth. Places inside me, the ones I was rubbing and nudging with a huge cock, filled me with a pleasure I didn’t know existed.
As I came, all I could hear from him was mine, mine, mine. His hands tightened, his cock thickened and he shouted, some foreign word, as I felt his seed fill me. So deep.
I could barely catch my breath as he held me secure. I’d come, fallen hard, but he’d held me through it. Kept me safe.
I opened my eyes, looked up at him once the clinging desperation of my orgasm faded. I shifted, but he was still thick and hard within me, even as I felt his seed slip out, slide down our joined thighs.
“You’re… you’re still hard.”
He grinned, quick and lethal, then flipped us so I was on my back and he loomed over me. Our connection wasn’t broken with the motion, his cock still embedded deep.
“I’m not done,” he replied, then began to move.
“Oh!”
Yes, the Atlan beast was a patient lover. I’d been the needy, frantic one. He’d let me set the pace the first time, but now, with him holding his weight off me with his forearms, with him watching me as he fucked me with his beast-sized cock, I was at his mercy.
“You’re coated in my seed. My beast is happy knowing you are marked.”
Marked? So primitive. God, I was being fucked by a caveman.
“We have only begun, Gabriela.”
That was the last thing he said before he set to his task. Fucking me. Marking me.
We barely knew each other and yet the connection was incredible. I didn’t just feel fucked, I felt… possessed. Claimed.
And when I came another time, he was right there with me, burying himself so deep I didn’t know where he stopped and I began.
He was still hard after he came again. We were sweaty and messy, cum everywhere, but I didn’t care. He was ready for more and my pussy… it ached, not from discomfort, but from want.
The only thing that kept us from continuing was a funny beeping. He pulled out of me after it didn’t stop after a minute. I whimpered at the emptiness I felt as he reached for his pants, grabbed a device that looked like a strange cell phone.
“Jorik,” he said, speaking into it.
The response came through loud and clear, on some kind of speaker. “Warlord Jorik, report to Center Commander Captain Gades immediately. The human police have issued a warrant for your arrest. Do not surrender to them. Make your way here without incident. That’s an order.”
“I need more time, Sir.” He looked to me, probably seeing a woman well-fucked, naked and with little love bites, red marks from whiskers, a very well-used pussy. Seed coating my thighs. I looked to his cock. Still hard, glistening with our joined fluids.
“You will return now, Warlord. You ripped the head off a human and they caught it on their primitive vid feeds. This is one hell of a diplomatic mess. Get your ass back here now or a team of guards will be sent to your location for extraction.”
“Yes, Sir.” Jorik tossed the communication device onto the carpet and I watched him dress. He said nothing. What was there to say? Thanks for the fuck?
But the conversation confirmed what I’d already known. Jorik had killed that man to protect me. And as much as I’d been taught my entire life that killing was wrong, I was still grateful he’d done it. “Jorik?”
He turned to me, fully clothed, the alien warrior once more. “You are mine, Gabriela. Remain here. I will handle the authorities.”
He leaned down and kissed me, just once, but his touch was gentle, his soft lips lingered. He placed a warm palm on my abdomen as he kissed me, as if he couldn’t get enough.
“Gods be damned, you are pure temptation, female. So soft.” He ran his hand over my body, hip to neck, and I lay there like a pet kitten and reveled in his touch.
“Are you coming back?” It was weak to ask. Stupid. I regretted the words the moment they came flying out of my mouth. But Jorik kissed me again, then stood.
“This is not finished between us, Gabriela. You are mine, now.”
Mine. He’d said it multiple times while we were fucking, but hearing it from a fully dressed, logical male was different.
It felt right. I could be his if it meant more loving like this. My swollen, sated pussy and tender breasts agreed. More would be good.