Alien Sex 102 by Allie Ritch Read Free Book Online Page B

touch for such a large man,” she said, feeling slightly giddy.
    “I know when to be gentle.”
    Gripping her sleeves, he peeled her dress down until it puddled around her feet. Since she hadn’t worn a bra, this left her in nothing but lacy panties and heels.
    “I also know when to be rough,” he warned her.
    She found herself spun around and hoisted up onto the island counter. A girlish squeal escaped her—a sound she hadn’t made in years.
    With one hand on each of her knees, he parted her thighs with a hard shove so he could step between them.
    Katra’s breasts rose and fell with each excited breath she took.
    “It should have been me on that demonstration table with you,” he said. “I’m the only man you need between your legs.”
    His conceit should have ignited her temper, but she was too far gone for that. Her breathing grew shallow, her nipples budded so tightly they ached, and the cool countertop heated beneath her damp panties.
    Staring at her in challenge, Krux clutched her head between his hands, imprisoning her so he could ravish her mouth. At the same time, she felt a tug at her underwear as he stripped it from her. Her panties snagged on the toes of her shoes before plopping to the floor in surrender.
    Not one to remain passive, Katra reached out to attack the front of his shirt despite the dizzying vortex he’d plunged her into with his kiss. She pushed the material off his upper shoulders while he kicked off his shoes and shucked his pants. His pecs were hard and hot beneath her hands, and she felt his muscles flex as she explored his topography. Before she reached his southern hemisphere, he shackled her wrists.
    His strength was an aphrodisiac all by itself. He lifted her like she was a weightless doll and positioned her on her back in the center of the island. A sigh of appreciation escaped her when he crawled over her prone body. Although she lifted her head to kiss him, he stayed maddeningly out of reach, letting her know exactly who was in charge.
    Before she could even think of struggling, he had her wrists pinned above her head with one hand and a restraining palm against her hipbone. Her legs were spread wide around his hips, although he didn’t so much as graze her with that long, burning brand jutting from between his legs.
    “Are you ready for me?” he asked.
    Moisture spilled out of her in a rush, trickling down her cleft. She nodded helplessly, but flinched when he used his free hand to lightly spank the outside of her sex.
    “You like that.” He did it again. And again.
    Katra squirmed. The smacking rhythm mimicked the outward lunging of a male rutting over her. Each impact vibrated through her entire pelvis, making her hot and desperate. She tried to free her hands to grab him, but he wouldn’t let her go.
    “Now I’m the man who has you on the table.” His voice lowered to a whisper as he moved his mouth to her ear. “I’m going to make you scream for me, Katra.”
    Although her body trembled with need and anticipation, she still glared at him defiantly. “Do your worst.”
    Perhaps she should have held her tongue. In the next instant, she was writhing uncontrollably as he claimed her with one slow, ruthless thrust. His erection was massive enough to strain her at the seams, but the pressure was just what she wanted. Then something prodded her clit, and she glanced down to see that extra appendage she’d noticed before. Nestled just above his cock, it looked like a skinny second penis—a flexible fingerling projection almost as long as his dick. The tip was shaped like a small suction cup or inverted mushroom and was covered in a clear, sticky nectar. As she watched, it settled over her distended clitoris and glued on.
    “You’ll like that too,” he promised her. “Now let’s see if I can hit the right spots.”
    Katra opened her mouth to say something—she wasn’t sure what—but all that came out was a gasp. The moment he started to thrust, she discovered