Terran (Breeder) by Cara Bristol Page B

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    Her muscles squeezed his fingers again. “You feel good,” she said, and he felt ridiculously pleased. “Now rub my clit,” she said.
    “Your what?” He frowned.
    “My clit.” She grabbed his hand and guided it to the anterior of her sex, to a small nub. “Like this.” Her hand moved his in slow circles.
    He watched her face, saw pleasure in the way her features scrunched up. “That’s good. Keep doing that,” she said. He wasn’t sure, but she seemed to produce even more moisture the longer he rubbed.
    Her eyes fluttered shut, but he preferred to keep his open so he could watch her face contort with satisfaction, though it caused his cock to ache more. When he penetrated her, he would ejaculate in seconds.
    She removed her hand from his and closed it around his erection. Pleasure shot through him, and Marlix jerked; his hand froze. All focus centered on his erection. Throbbing. In her hand.
    “Don’t stop,” she said.
    He resumed with his massage of her sex as she pumped his. Her moans increased his arousal. His body shook with the need to use her, but he held off, awaited her instruction.
    Marlix gritted his teeth as pressure built. He started to consider that perhaps she intended not to bring him pleasure but to torture him, when she unhanded his swollen member and urged him onto his back. He stared when she straddled his hips. She grabbed his tumescence again and guided it to her wet channel.
    “You want to breed?” he gasped.
    “No.” Pink hair flounced. “I can’t have children.” But then contrarily, she sank onto his manhood, and he could think of nothing but the tight, wet sheath enveloping him.
    She massaged her clit as she raised and lowered herself on his manhood and incited a riot within his body. Her breasts, the nipples taut and hard, bounced with her movements, and though he’d never done such a thing before, he lifted his head and latched his mouth onto the right one. Her moan of encouragement caused his desire to spike.
    “I’m going to come,” she said.
    He sucked harder on her nipple, picturing her pierced by his insignia. He could be the sole Parseon to own a Terran.
    “Marlix!” she cried out his name, and then her channel contracted around his erection, ripples squeezing him, and a dam inside him broke, and he thrust harder and faster, and groaned, snared in the jaws of ecstasy.

Chapter Seven
    His cock still inside her, Tara collapsed on top of Marlix and buried her face in his neck. Beneath her, his chest heaved. Tara smiled. It had been easy to seduce him, though he’d caused her some consternation at first. However, the big baboon had come around. She’d flown by the seat of her pants with no specific plan but assumed she’d have more opportunity to escape if he trusted her enough to let down his guard.
    It had gone much better than she’d anticipated. For such a domineering control-freak Neanderthal, he’d been accommodating. It appeared one could teach new tricks to an old Alpha. Not that he was ancient. How Parseon ages and Terran ones compared, she did not know, but he appeared to be about midthirties.
    “You were good.” She stroked his ego but realized she spoke the truth. After a little tutoring, Marlix had turned into a decent lover. And he had a rockin’ bod.
    “Good at what?” he asked.
    Okay, work remained to be done. “Never mind,” she said.
    His hands rested at his sides. He raised them, and she could sense his hesitation, his indecision, before they fell on her shoulders. He took a breath. Did he intend to push her away? Sex with Marlix had given her an advanced crash course on the cultural differences. Anal sex was the norm and occurred at the whim of males with no attention paid to a female’s needs. Alphas reserved vaginal intercourse for breeding. She had a strong hunch the female she’d heard earlier had been crying out in pain. Her stomach twisted. How awful. Females existed on the fringe of society, used—abused—by the