The First Starfighter Grace Goodwin (read with me TXT) 📖

“By torturing me?”

He grinned at me now. “What do you want, bondmate? I told you earlier. I will give you everything. You only need tell me.”

I blushed and squirmed some more. “I want…”

“Yes?”

“I want your mouth on me.”

“As you wish.” He took my nipple into his mouth and sucked. Gave my other one the same treatment. Heat and need coursed through me. I writhed and moaned, tugged on his hair. I was wild for him, and all he was doing was nipple play.

When I cried out his name again, he moved lower, working my pants and panties off at the same time. He slid down my body and tugged off my boots, one then the other, then got me bare.

He didn't climb back over me, but instead dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed. With a grip around my ankles, he pulled me to the edge, tossing my ankles over his shoulders.

“Oh my God,” I said to the ceiling as I felt his warm breath fan my inner thigh, right before he kissed it.

“You are beautiful everywhere.” He kissed my core then.

I wasn’t going to argue with him this time. I would never have called my female parts beautiful, but Alex, my dream guy, was between my thighs, licking me there as if I were an ice cream cone.

I was smart enough to know this wasn’t the time to—

“Alex!” I cried when he did some magical flick over my clit.

One hand cupped the inside of my thigh. The other’s fingers played over my core in accompaniment to his mouth. “That’s better. I am no god, but I’m your bondmate. I want you calling my name when I feast on you. When I make you come.”

He didn’t say anything more but got busy, slipping two fingers into me and curling them and finding… “Alex.” This time his name came out on a moan. No one had ever found my G-spot before. Hell, I hadn’t even known I actually had one.

But that spot, the place he was rubbing or nudging or something with his fingers, was like the power button to my sexual engine. With his mouth on my clit, the combination had me coiling tighter and tighter until I let go all at once. I screamed his name as I held on to the blanket.

I’d never come like this before. Colors danced behind my closed eyelids. My clit pulsed and throbbed. My core clenched down on his fingers. I was sweaty and relaxed, wilted and… grinning.

But I wasn’t done. Hell, no. I was all warmed up and ready to fuck. It was time to give a little too. I pushed up, took my legs off Alex’s shoulders, and slid to the floor so I straddled him. The side of the bed was at my back.

I worked open the front of his pants, reached in, and found him. I grabbed his heated length, pumped it in my palm.

“Fuck,” he growled, his abs tightening, his hands clenching. He pushed up just enough to work his pants down over his hips, then dropped back down. With his hand at my waist, he picked me up, and since I still gripped his glorious cock—thick and long with a broad crown—I was able to position him at my entrance.

I pushed down onto his lap as he thrust up.

We cried out in sync. He was so big I had to take a second to adjust. I felt stretched to the brink of pain, he was that big.

“You’re so tight.”

His fingers clenched my hips as we both held still.

I leaned in, kissed the center of his chest. Then I began to need more. I tried to lift my hips, but he held me in place.

My chin went up, and I looked into his fathomless dark eyes. Sweat dotted his brow. His jaw was clenched.

“Don’t,” I whispered.

A dark brow went up. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t hold back.”

He studied me for a second as if ensuring I spoke honestly, then gave the slightest of nods. He lifted me up, then let gravity lower me again. He thrust his hips and went deep.

I hooked my legs about his waist, crossing my ankles at his back. Then I did the same with my arms around his neck as I kissed him. He fucked me—I had no leverage to do it on my own—rough and hard. Wild and deep.

I moaned as our tongues tangled, as his hands shifted to my butt.

The way he was circling me as he fucked me onto him, my clit rubbed against him just right, and he pushed me to a second orgasm even more intense than the first. When I came back to myself, he’d slowed his motions, filling me gently, letting me ride out the pleasure.

“You coming is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.”

My smile this time felt pleasure drunk and wilted. “What about you? Did you—”

“No. We’re not done, bondmate.”

He lifted me so I came off him. I gasped as he slipped free, but I was like a doll in his strong hands and he flipped me around so I was facedown on the bed. The bed dipped and an arm came beneath my waist and banded about me, lifting me onto my knees.

His cock filled me from behind and I moaned.

“Alex, it’s too much.”

He leaned over me as he moved his hips, taking me again. I was so wet, his passage easy.

“Never, bondmate. It will never be enough.”

I lost track of how many different ways he took me that night. We’d fall asleep, and he’d awaken me with his head between my thighs again. Or fingers playing with my nipples. Or him wrapping my hand around his hard cock.

All I knew was that when he finally let me rest, I had no doubt he thought me beautiful. That I was his. That our pair bond was… incredible.

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Alexius

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