Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“Good girl, Belle,” I say as I rub circles around it. “Such a good girl.”
She lets out a little whine, and then I can feel her cumming. Her pussy clenches hard before a rush of hot desire soaks her panties. It’s so fucking hot watching her get off that I cum with her. A burst of semen runs down my fist as I squeeze my cock. It’s enough to take the edge off but not enough to make it go down. I’m not sure anything but nutting inside of her could do that.
I keep my fingers in her panties as she comes down from the high. Meanwhile I clean myself with the bottom of my shirt as best as I can before I shove my cock back in my pajama pants.
“Marley?” Belle says quietly, and I look down to see her eyes are open.
“You were dreaming,” I say as I gently slip my hand out of her panties. She still has a death grip on my wrist, so she must know that she was the one that put my hand there.
“Oh.” Her face goes bright red, but I don’t want her to apologize or feel bad.
“It’s all right,” I say softly as I pat the cotton covering her pussy. “I took care of you.”
“You did?” She blinks up at me innocently.
“I did, beauty,” I tell her and rub my hand over her panties. They’re soaking wet now, but she’s had a good release. “It’s okay, you can go back to sleep.”
Her eyes are heavy as she closes them and nods. “Okay, night, Marley.”
“Goodnight, beauty,” I tell her, wishing I could kiss her.
She lies there for a moment, and then she surprises me by lifting the front of her panties so I can slip my fingers back inside. When I do, I spread her pouty lips and slide my fingers into her pussy. She settles down once I’m inside her, and then I hear the sounds of her even breathing.
Keeping my fingers there, I pick up my Kindle and go back to reading. Every now and then I thrust them in a little, just to remind her I’m inside her pussy and I’ve got her. Meanwhile, the alien is breeding the heroine, and all I can think about is doing the same to Belle.
Chapter Eleven
BELLE
“I don’t want to,” I mumble as I roll and stretch. Letting out a content sigh, I can’t remember the last time I slept this well. I never want to move from this spot.
My phone starts going off again, and I realize it’s what woke me up. There’s only one reason someone would call me on a loop until I picked up, and it’s definitely about work.
The thought of work makes me jerk awake as I sit up and glance around. When I realize yesterday wasn’t a dream, I start to smile. Then my phone goes off again, and I groan. Ms. King really is the killer of joy, and I’m sure she’ll be killing me next.
Crawling out of the bed, I go in search of Marley. The last thing I remember is being on the couch with him. I cuddled up with my head in his lap, and he hadn’t protested. In fact, he started playing with my hair. I didn’t know something so simple could feel so good.
As if my thoughts have conjured him, he comes walking into the room. I bounce over to him excitedly, and before I can stop myself, I jump right into his arms. He catches me, and his deep and sexy chuckle vibrates against me. I love that sound so freaking much.
“Morning, sunshine,” he tells me.
“Sunshine?”
“You’re always lighting up a room. We should put you on top of the tree.”
"We'll need a bigger tree if that’s the case, but I’m willing to give it a shot."
I think I might do anything Marley asked me. Each time I get a smile from him, it feels like something is lighting up inside of me.
My phone starts ringing again, and I cringe.
“Sorry, keep forgetting to answer that.” I wiggle in Marley's hold, and he kisses me on the top of my head before putting me down. “I kind of love it when you do that.”
“What? Kiss the top of your head?” I nod. He smiles and does it again. “All you have to do is let me know, and I’ll make all your wishes come true.”
“I wish my boss wasn’t such a meanie and that I could go back in time and un-break the espresso machine.”
“You broke an espresso machine?” He lifts a brow, and I see him fighting a smile.
Marley is so lighthearted with me. I’m starting to really believe that we’re a perfect fit. Although I shouldn’t get ahead of myself, as I often do. It always ends in disaster. One that is ringing right now.