When She Dances – Risdaverse Read Online Ruby Dixon

Categories Genre: Alien, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
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As I focus on his cock, he adds another finger to my pussy, driving deep into me with what feels like far too much girth. I make a little whining noise even as I suck on his cock, squirming against his hand. I squeeze and pump his length, working him harder, faster. I'm being a little rough with him, but I know he likes it when his other hand moves to my hair and tightly fists. Not pushing, just holding me in place. I moan low in my throat, then try to take him deep, sucking hard.

"Need—" he begins, grunting when my eager mouth sucks on his tip again. "Need…to come…"

"Then come," I whisper, dragging his cock over my wet lips.

Zakoar's hungry gaze flicks to my mouth and he shuttles his cock against my tongue in two rapid movements, and I can taste the flavor of him growing stronger. "On…your…hands and knees…"

"Mmm?" I give him another blatantly lascivious, wet lick. "You don't want to come on my lips? Or my tits? Or my tongue—"

A low, desperate growl is the only warning I get before a big hand covers the front of my face, everything except my mouth. Before I can ask, a hot spurt of come bursts across my tongue. His big hand clenches tight on my head, fingers digging into my hair, holding me in place as he fucks my mouth with the tip, filling my mouth with his release. It drips all over my lips and down my chin, making an absolute mess, but I don't care in the slightest. His hand goes still inside my pussy and I grind up against it, desperate for my own release.

He milks his cock against my tongue, squeezing out the last vestiges of his release, and I lick it all up, desperate and needy. It doesn't matter that I'm sore inside or that we're avoiding fucking so I can heal up. I need to come so badly and I keep trying to work his cock with my greedy mouth, because I know he can get hard again quickly, and then he can make me come—

I whimper when he pulls me off of him. "Please." I reach for his cock again. "I'm so close."

"I know." He sounds tired, breathless, and so very sated. His big hand slides from my face and he strokes my cheek. Those big fingers stroke slowly through my wet folds, seeking my clit. "I'll give you what you need, Tessa."

My name. I moan at the sound of it, and when he starts to pump into me again, my fingers go to my clit, trying to push myself over the edge. I don't care that my face is still covered with his release, or that I'm practically rubbing my tits against his chest, my nipples aching. I just need to come, and he's going to get me there.

Zakoar begins to push deeper into me with his fingers, and his thumb finds my clit, as if he realizes what I'm up to. My hands spasm and fly to his chest, and I dig my nails into the plating there, my breath wheezing out of me as I desperately arch back against his hand. "Yes," I pant. "Please. Oh please. So close."

"Is this what you imagined when you watched me?" Zakoar's voice is low and throaty, and so confident that it makes me shudder. "That I'd take care of you? Make this pretty cunt tighten around my cock with just how hard it's gonna come?"

I moan, lost in the moment. I press my face against his scorchingly hot abs, my needy mouth on his skin as he finger-fucks the hell out of me.

"You liked the thought of how strong I was?" Zakoar prompts. "How I could protect you from anything, all day long, and then take you home and stuff this pretty cunt with my cock until you scream? Is that what you want, Tessa?"

"Yes. Yes," I pant, so close that I'm straining against his hand, practically shoving my hips backward with need. "Zakoar, please."

"You want to hear that you're mine? That no one's ever going to touch you again because I'll rip their keffing hands off? Is that what you like? Will that make you feel safe?" Zakoar says this all with an utterly calm, deadly tone. As if he's completely confident in what he's saying. "Because it's true, Tessa. Now that you're mine, no one's even going to look at you or I'll tear their eyes from the sockets."

With a little cry, I come, my pussy spasming around his fingers even as he continues to work me. It's not his words as much as the protective, matter-of-fact tone he issues these threats in. Like it's a given that he'd do anything to protect me, because I belong to him. I collapse over his chest, sucking in deep breaths as he slips his hand from my pussy and rubs my ass with his wet fingers instead. It's an oddly tender, gentle little caress, and I kind of love it. I open my eyes, sigh deeply, and look over at him. "Thank you."


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