Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 135784 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135784 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
"Do you?" It's low and rumbly and like a caress.
I nod frantically, even as I touch myself again. There, just a hint of wetness, and I suspect it's directly related to him calling me a good girl. I didn't realize I liked that so much…and now I want to hear it again.
"You look shy," he says gently, and reaches out to touch my face. I tense, but he only brushes a lock of hair off my brow. "There's no need to be shy in front of me. I've seen everything you have, and I think it's beautiful."
"You do?" I know aliens find humans oddly attractive, but I like hearing from Jerrok that he finds me appealing. That makes it a little more special.
Jerrok nods. "Your legs are pretty," he tells me. "Soft and supple and strong. And you've got that fascinating patch of fur between your thighs."
Fur?! But for some reason, I find it sexy that he calls it fur. I let out a panting little breath and swipe at my clit again. "You…you like that? Even though it's different?" I've had it commented on several times, and by aliens, and I know from vids that mesakkah are hairless except for their glorious manes.
"It's yours and I like everything about you," he rumbles, and the pleasure in his voice sends a thrill through my body. "And I like your pretty, pretty cunt."
I gasp again and slide a finger through my folds, dipping into the hint of wetness at my core and dragging it back up to my clit.
"Such a good girl," Jerrok murmurs again. "Keep going. Make yourself feel good."
Whimpering, I rub at my clit harder as Jerrok continues to talk to me. His voice is low and soothing, but his gaze is utterly intent as he watches me. He leans so close that I can feel the heat of him, yet he never touches me. It's like I'm tucked against his side, protected, as I touch myself. Ever so slowly, my pussy grows slick with arousal and my movements to caress my clit become slippery and gliding. It feels better and better, and as the searing pleasure begins to build, I lean toward him, pressing my face against him.
"I've got you, Sophie," Jerrok reassures me. He doesn't touch me. Just quietly lets me know with his voice and his presence that he's here.
My fingers work, circling my clit furiously. I'm so close. So close. When it builds even more, I arch my back, my legs twitching.
"Such a good girl," he praises again.
With a gasp, I reach for his hand, and I clutch it tightly as I rub myself to orgasm with my other. The release crashes through me as I squeeze his fingers, and dimly, I hear him continuing to murmur as my head thrashes and my body quakes. It's almost too much—but Jerrok has me.
He always has me.
I settle into the bliss and let it roll over my body.
45
JERROK
Watching Sophie touch herself is the hottest keffing thing I've ever seen. The fact that she reached for me as she came makes my heart swell with all kinds of emotions, and no matter how badly I want to get up and jerk my cock, I'm not leaving this female's side. Ever.
She sucks deep lungfuls of air down, her skin flushed as she comes down from her release. Her fingers slide away from her cunt, gleaming with slickness, and my mouth waters at the sight. What I wouldn't give to taste that. Her other hand is still tucked in mine, and I rub my thumb against her skin, wishing I could touch her more, but knowing that she has to set the pace. "How did that feel?"
Sophie does a little stretch on the bed, a drowsy look on her face as she gazes up at me. "Wonderful."
"You were beautiful."
She practically preens under my praise, and I think about how much she liked me talking her through things. She's always just a little bit surprised, this beautiful creature, as if she's some sort of naughty pet who doesn't deserve affection at all. I'd give her everything. Everything.
But I can't rush her. So I brush my fingertips over her brow again and smile. "Go to sleep."
"What about you?" I don't think she realizes she's still gripping my hand tightly—or maybe she does and just doesn't want to let go yet. Either way, she needs to realize I'm not going anywhere, not when she needs me.
"My cock will survive. So will I." An unfulfilled ache is nothing new.
* * *
The next day, Sophie blushes constantly.
Every time I look in her direction or ask her a question, her cheeks grow pink and she gets a glassy, distracted look on her face. She has to be thinking about last night, though she hasn't said anything about it. It hangs unspoken in the air between us. We work in the hangar, prying scrap from the pirate ship. Once it's completely stripped, I'll haul it into the asteroid field with the rest of the wrecks floating nearby.