The Admiral and the Wildcat: Scifi Alien Romance by Mina Carter Page B

settled himself between them. The broad head of his cock nudged at the entrance to her pussy and time froze.
    “Look at me.”
    She did and found herself ensnared in that ice-blue gaze. His lips tightened, fine lines bracketing his mouth as he pushed forward. Slow. Insistent. Her body resisted and for a second panic filled her. He was too big. There was no way he’d fit.
    “Shhh,” he appeared to be able to read her mind, even though she knew humans weren’t telepathic. “Relax. You can take me. You will take me. Every. Single. Inch.”
    As he spoke, he let up on the pressure, then pushed again. This time, her body gave and the lips of her sex wrapped around his thick girth. She gasped as he slid inside her in one slow ride of pure pleasure. His hips met hers, balls pressed against her ass.
    “I like that sound,” he muttered against her lips, holding himself braced over her on his hands. His cock throbbed in her depths, the pulse of the big veins on his shaft the only thing in their bodies that moved.
    “What sound?”
    He leaned down to claim her lips with his own. It was a lip lock more torrid and carnal than anything she’d ever experienced in her life, leaving her breathing ragged when he finally lifted his head.
    “The sound you make when I slide my cock into your tight pussy. I plan on hearing that sound a lot more tonight. But for now…”
    He pulled back and she moaned, the movement stroking every single nerve ending in her pussy. She’d barely registered the pleasure when he thrust in again, hard and fast. He didn’t stop, watching her as he slammed into her time and time again, his gaze reaching down into her soul as he fucked her.
    He claimed her mind with the same ease as he did her body.
    She moaned and arched against him, wrapping herself around his big hard body. She’d never had sex like it. Never felt this need to give him anything he wanted, to open herself up and offer him all the softness her warrior’s body was capable of. But as lean and hard as her body was, it was soft compared to his. Her curves complemented the lines and solid planes of his as though she’d been made just for him.
    Two halves of the same whole.
    Then he played dirty. At the end of the next stroke, he paused and rolled his hips against hers. The move trapped her clit between their bodies, the tiny bundle of nerves rubbed and ground by the motion.
    “Ohhhh…”
    “That’s it, kitten.” He grazed his teeth against the line of her jaw. It wasn’t a seductive move but something far rawer and more elemental. “Come for me. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
    He thrust as he spoke, grinding against her on the end of each stroke. It took three before she started to unravel. The orgasm started in her toes, a tingle that swept up her body and over her skin before her pussy clenched hard and hot waves of pleasure radiated outwards like a supernova gone critical. She moaned, hips working against his as her pussy clutched greedily at his cock.
    “Fuck!” he growled as she shattered, his movements speeding up until the bed slammed against the wall behind. She arched against him, matching him thrust for thrust as each slide of his cock in her pussy drove her to greater heights.
    He slammed into her a few more times, but on the last, he drove deep and stiffened. His cock throbbed inside her, pulsing and jerking as he bathed her inner walls with his hot seed. Pulses that seemed to go on forever, each one sending a new shiver through her as she wrapped him up in her arms, stroking the back of his neck as they came down from the high together.
    Closing her eyes, she took a moment to relax and just enjoy the feeling of being close to him. Before he started on her again.
    Because he’d said all night. Any way he wanted.
    And if she’d learned nothing else about Gabriel Buchanan in the day she’d known him…it was that he always kept his word.
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    G abe had always been an early riser. Too many nights of burning