Alien General's Beloved (Brion Brides 6)(27)

Corden was, indeed, not the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen. That did him no justice whatsoever, Lana felt. Unthinking, she slid her hand up his flawless, tanned body, touching everything she could reach. Looking up, she saw the general observe her with a smile, but it was a strained one, ready to pounce, like a wild beast that has their prey in sight.

Lana knew she was the prey. She was perfectly all right with it, as long as it meant she could keep touching him. Corden was perfect, every inch of his powerful body muscled, showing off his undeniable strength. Lana could feel how tense his hot, smooth skin was under her fingers, taut over his flat stomach.

There was not an ounce of fat anywhere, only ridges and the clear lines of his six-pack. She let her hands wander, giving the general's body a squeeze, a press wherever they stopped, feeling the same unyielding solidness everywhere.#p#分页标题#e#

The part of her that was still capable of feeling shame thought she resembled a pilgrim before a god, but that was fair in a way. Corden was a warrior god, but he was also a man of flesh and bone and he was hers. The thought broke whatever resistance Lana had left, pushing her forward to press her lips against his skin, licking, kissing the firm body under her hands.

She seemed to break the general's restraint, too. Lana only had time to think what a feat that was, to force a warrior to lose his self-control, but she couldn't have cared less about it.

Corden was on top of her, dressed only in his boxers after he'd discarded everything else that he wore under the armor. Lana could feel his cock rub against her thighs, a whimper escaping her lips. It felt big, very big. It felt huge, up to the point where she got slightly scared for herself.

All of that was drowned in the next kiss. Before, Corden had been gentle and caring to encourage her, wanting to show her she was safe, but now that Lana had willingly served herself up... there was no gentleness there.

The kiss was hungry and demanding in the best sort of way, the way that made Lana rise up from the bed to get closer. Corden pulled her up to meet him, supporting her head with one hand, his lips pressed so tightly against hers as to almost hurt, but Lana was beyond pain. She knew it could have hurt, but the sensation existed for someone else, not her.

She wanted everything the general would give her, kissing back with all the ferocity she could manage. Their tongues danced, tasting each other. Corden caught her lower lip between his teeth and Lana bit him playfully in return. She could feel his cock stir at that and shuddered in anticipation.

Her quiet moans turned into a loud whine when Corden pulled back. For a second, he sat, looking at her as though she was the greatest thing he'd ever seen. Lana's attention was caught by the bulge of his boxers, at the same time making her pussy tingle and filling her with dread. But the general didn't allow her much time to stare at him.

"Come here," he growled, and Lana's body obeyed before her mind even registered the voice.

She knelt opposite him, at once caught in another ravenous kiss while Corden ripped her clothes off. Lana heard them tear, but along with many other things, it was a concern for a later time.

The thought that he wasn't able to keep his hands off her any longer was enough to make Lana grind herself into his touch. Corden answered by pushing his hand between her legs, stroking one finger against her pants, making Lana sob in need.

Corden pushed her coat and her blouse over her shoulders in one smooth move, pressing kisses to them in the next moment. He traveled upward from there, throwing Lana's clothes away along with her bra, kissing a trail along her neck. She yelped when he pulled her hair back gently to expose her delicate flesh even more.

Lana could feel her hard nipples poking against Corden's flesh and the growl it elicited from him. Without taking his lips off her skin, Corden groped her tits, fondling them, his hands wandering over her body, mirroring her own grasping touch.

Every moment they spent locked together like that, the touches turned more eager. Lana dragged her nails over his back, biting down on his shoulder when the general pushed one hand into her pants.

The angle was not a comfortable one, though. Corden slowly shoved her back to lie on the bed again, a low groan signaling he liked the sight of her, topless and panting.

"Fuck me," she whispered breathlessly.

She'd thought to say she was ready for him to claim her, but the flash in Corden's green eyes warned her that she might have phrased it better. If only she could have gotten a coherent word out of her mouth after that.

The general ripped her trousers apart at the crotch. Lana opened her mouth to protest, to say she had patience for those two seconds it would have taken to pull them off, but no words came. It was impossible to speak when Corden had pushed her panties aside and two of his fingers were inside her.

Lana's pussy clamped down around them hungrily, wet enough for her to feel no pain at the sudden intrusion, only mind-blowing pleasure. She was moaning loudly, spreading her legs to give Corden better access. The general was kneeling above her, scissoring his fingers inside her, working her open for him.

Lana saw the tip of his cock poking out from his boxers. She reached for him as he added the third finger, bringing forth a scream from her.

Lana's fingers traced the length of his cock and her mouth dropped open. No, she wasn't just imagining it and her eyesight was fine. Corden's cock was huge, hard and long, aching to be freed. The fingers inside her were clearly a good idea, Lana realized, even as she felt her pussy tremble at the thought of taking such a cock.#p#分页标题#e#

She wanted it, needed Corden to fuck her until she forgot about everything else but him, as it should be.

Corden's other hand was on her tits, his strong fingers groping her. Lana moaned, arching into the touch.

"I want to touch you," she heard herself say. "Corden... let me, please..."

Her body seemed to have a mind of its own and Lana was, for once, completely fine with letting it take the lead. Corden's growl was satisfying to hear to say the least. He pulled away from her, making Lana whine in disappointment, but he wasn't going far, only standing for a second to finish undressing at last.

"Touch me," she pleaded, "I need you, oh—"

The last part of her plea was lost in a moan when Corden pulled her on her back and climbed on top of her again, only this time turned toward her legs. Lana was confused for a second, the general kneeling above her body, facing away.

A long, wanton moan escaped her lips when Corden wrapped his hands around her thighs, pulled them apart, and licked her pussy. The reason Lana could not tell him exactly how much she loved it was because her mouth was otherwise occupied.

Corden's cock barely fit past her lips, though. With a pleased smirk, Lana took that as a challenge, and tried to take him deeper. She sucked on the head, relishing the groan it earned her from the general. Lana traced her hands over his powerful, strong thighs, looking for leverage. The general's hips moved to meet her seemingly of their own volition. Lana smiled, pleased to have such an effect on him, until Corden's tongue circled her clit. That made her lose all capability for speech for long moments and she just moaned, her mouth still filled with his cock.

"You taste so good," the general said just to drive her insane, Lana was sure.

His tongue felt amazing. Corden sucked on her clit gently, pulling it between his lips and teasing it with his tongue. He kept changing between that and licking long swipes over Lana's pussy, darting his tongue inside her. His fingers kept stretching her wider, helping him to slide his tongue in further. The sensations it sent through Lana's body were electric, making her tremble from head to toe in absolute ecstasy. She twisted under his strong arms, crying out.

Desperate to return the favor, Lana took his cock into her mouth as far as it would go. She licked the shaft, rolling her tongue up and down it, stroking the sensitive gland with the tip of her tongue. This time, Corden's groan was long and loud and well worth Lana's lips aching from the stretch.

She wanted him to stop teasing her and to never stop at the same time. Corden's tongue simply seemed to be everywhere, never repeating the same pattern, making Lana jump, her pussy already so sensitive it reacted to the merest touches.

At last it became too much for her. Lana needed Corden to fuck her more than she could have put into words. All she had left was begging for it, as he didn't seem to show her the mercy of stopping giving her heavenly pleasure.

"Please," Lana sobbed, "fuck me, please, oh God, I need you to fuck me—"

She could see, feel the reaction to that immediately. Corden's cock throbbed between her lips and she could feel the general's whole body shudder. Corden stopped only to climb off her and flip her around. Lana cried out in pleasure, pushing herself up to all fours, presenting her pussy to the general. Distantly she realized that her pants were still on, ripped at the crotch, but that only served to turn her on. It was a reminder of how badly they needed each other.

She spread her legs wider to let the general kneel between her thighs and push her panties aside. Lana was panting, but it quickly turned into a scream as she felt Corden's cock slowly breaching her. After all the preparation it still hurt a bit, but Lana couldn't have cared less. She leaned forward, resting her head on the sheets as Corden pulled her cheeks apart to give himself better access.