Her Mate’s Secret Baby(15)

I looked down at myself curiously. I looked like a typical Trion warrior.

“What are males like on Earth?” I asked, then waved my hand in the air. “Never mind. I don’t want to know about any other cocks you’ve seen… or—”

At the direction of my thoughts I saw red. No one should touch Natalie but me.

She smiled at me, stepped closer, put her hand on my chest. “I am not a virgin.”

I growled then. I couldn’t help it.

“I can’t change my past. But know this,” she added, moving her hand down my belly, then lower still, to grip me. My hips bucked into her hold. “He was nothing like this. He had a pencil dick in comparison and didn’t know how to use it.”

She tilted her head back and looked at me, met my eyes with her pale ones.

In this moment, I was at her mercy. Completely, totally. I could start wars with her hand around my cock. If I had any brain function left, I would ask her what a pencil dick was.

“You do know how to use it, don’t you?” she murmured, sliding her hand up to swipe the drop of pre-cum from the tip.

No, she was not tame at all.

“Earth female, you are too tempting. I was going to bathe you first, ease you into the hard fucking I will give you, for you are new to Trion ways, but not now.”





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Natalie





One minute I was standing before Roark, my hand boldly on his cock, the next I was on my back staring up at the thick foliage of the oasis. His hands stroked from my shoulders to my breasts, cupping and playing with them, brushing his thumbs over the nipples, bumping the small rings.

I wasn’t sure if it was Roark that made them so sensitive or if it was the rings. I didn’t care, just arched my back into his palms wanting more. As soon as I did so, he moved his hands lower, over my ribs, my belly, my hips and then between. Not to touch my pussy. No, Roark seemed to be hell-bent on making me suffer through exquisite pleasure. Pushing my thighs apart, he settled between them, lowering himself so his head hovered right above my core. Coming up on my elbows, I stared down my body at him. Dark hair, serious gaze, well-placed hands.

“I can smell your arousal. Sweet and tangy. I can see it slip from you. It’s time to taste.”

When he lowered his head and I felt his tongue slide up the length of me, I cried out and gripped his hair.

“Oh my god.”

My head fell back and I closed my eyes, giving myself over to his wicked mouth. He flicked, he swirled, he slid, he sucked. Laved. Kissed. Curtis had attempted it once, but had given up quickly, wanting his turn, the selfish little shit. I never asked for oral after that, knowing it wasn’t his thing. But Roark, holy hell, eating me out was definitely his thing. His tongue, his mouth, were so damn skilled that I went from zero to sixty faster than ever in my life. Was it because I was bare there or that he had a beard, or both? When he slipped a finger into me and magically curled it, I came.

My body shuddered and I closed my thighs around his head, holding him right where he was.

“That’s… oh shit, you found my G-spot.” I crooned when he prolonged the pleasure with a little twist or nudge somewhere that had eluded everyone. Until now.

Sweat bloomed on my skin. Every nerve ending came alive. I could feel the soft robe beneath my back, the muscles of his shoulders against my thighs, his hand on my hip holding me down, the weight of the chain on my belly, the little rings through my nipples.

Roark sat back on his heels, used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth, yet his beard still glistened. Oh my, that was from me. I’d never been so wet before, so eager. His cock jutted up and toward me and I licked my lips. I wanted it. Wanted to taste him, to feel him against my tongue.

Coming up quickly, I tucked my legs beneath me and lowered my head. With my hands on his thighs, the soft hair there silky and springy against my palms, I leaned down and licked the broad crown of his massive cock. A pearly drop of fluid seeped from the narrow slit and slid down. Eagerly, I licked it up, tasting him for the first time.

He hissed out a breath and his hips jerked. Glancing up at him through my lashes, I saw his jaw clenched tight, his eyes narrowed and filled with lust, his hands were tight in fists and his belly was taut. Every line of his body was tense as if waiting for my tongue to touch again. Was he even breathing?

I felt powerful in that moment. Just a simple flick of my tongue and I’d rendered him… what? When I circled my tongue around the ridge of the head, he growled. I felt it even in my palms on his thighs. I didn’t wait then, only took him in my mouth, my lips opening wide to accommodate all of him.

Wow, he was big. I wouldn’t be able to fit all of him in my mouth. I’d have to be a porn star to take that monster, and down my throat? Not a chance. But he tasted good, salty and pungent, and his scent was all male. I couldn’t resist his balls, the heavy weight of them in my palm attested to his virility. That was all for me? No wonder I had to be tested. I wasn’t sure if it was going to fit.