Chapter One
Sarah, Interstellar Bride Processing Center, Earth
My back was pressed into something smooth and hard. Against my front was something equally hard, but hot as I stroked my palms over it. I could feel the heartbeat beneath the sweat-soaked skin, hear the rumbling of pleasure in his chest. His teeth nipped at the spot where my shoulder met my neck, the sensation sharp and with a hint of pain. A knee nudged my thighs apart and my toes barely touched the floor. I was pinned in such a good way between a man, a very big and eager man, and a wall.
Hands slid over my waist and higher to cup my breasts, to pluck at my already hard nipples. My body melted at his skilled touch and I was glad for the wall and his secure hold. His hands moved higher, lifting my arms up until he gripped both of my wrists in one very large, strong hand and held them in place over my head. I was well and truly pinned. I didn’t care. I should, for I didn’t like to be manhandled, but this… oh, God, this was different.
This was fucked-up-against-a-wall goodness.
I didn’t want to think about being in control, of knowing what would come next. I just knew that whatever he did I wanted more. He was wild, untamed, and aggressive. The press of his thick cock was hot against my inner thigh.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Your pussy’s so wet it’s dripping on my thigh.”
I could feel how slick I was, my clit pulsing, my inner walls clenching down in eager anticipation.
“Do you want my cock to fill you up?”
“Yes,” I cried, nodding my head against the hard surface.
“You said earlier you would never submit.”
“I will. I will,” I gasped, going against everything I knew. I didn’t submit to anyone. I stood on my own two feet, defended myself with my fists or sharp words. I didn’t let anyone tell me what to do. I’d had enough of that with my family and I wouldn’t take it anymore. But this man… with him, I would give him anything, even my submission.
“You’ll do as I say?” His voice was rough and deep, a mixture of dominant and aroused male.
“I will, just please, please, fuck me.”
“Ah, I love to hear those words from your mouth. But you know you’re going to have to soothe my beast, my fever. I won’t just fuck you once. I’ll fuck you again and again, hard and rough, just as you need it. I’ll make you come so many times you won’t remember any name but mine.”
I moaned then. “Do it. Take me.” His words were so dirty that I should have been mortified, but they only made me hotter. “Fill me up. I can soothe your fever. I’m the only one.”
I didn’t even know what that meant, but I felt that it was true. I was the only one who could ease the anxious rage inside him that I could sense lurking beneath his gentle touch, his soft lips. Fucking was an outlet for his intensity and it was my job, my role, to help. Not that it would be a burden; I was desperate for him to fuck me. Perhaps I had the fever, too.
He held me up as if I weighed nothing, my back arched by his hold on my wrists, my breasts thrust out in offering as I squirmed to get closer, to force him to fill me.
“Put your legs around me. Open up, give me what I want. Offer it to me.” He bit down gently at the curve of my shoulder and I whimpered in need as his massive chest rubbed my sensitive nipples and his thigh nudged higher, forcing me to ride him, pushing against my sensitive clit in a relentless assault meant to make me lose control.
Using his hold on me for leverage, I lifted my legs and bucked against him until I felt the head of his big cock at my entrance. As soon as I had him where I wanted him, I crossed my ankles just above the curve of his well-muscled ass and tried to pull him closer, to impale myself, but he was too big, too strong, and I moaned in frustration.
“Say it, mate, as I fill you with my cock. Say my name. Say whose cock is filling you. Say the name of the only one you will submit to. Say it.”
His cock nudged in, spreading my pussy lips wide, stretching me open. I could feel the hardness of it, the heat of it. I could smell the musky scent of my arousal, of fucking. I could feel his mouth sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck. I could feel the steel-like strength of his grip where he held me in place and the solid wall behind me, allowing me no escape from the dominance of his thrusting body. I could feel his powerful bulk as I clenched him with my thighs. I felt the shift of the muscles in his ass as he thrust into me.
I tilted my head back and cried out his name, the one name that meant everything to me.
“Miss Mills.”
The voice was soft, timid even, not his. I ignored it and thought of the way his cock was filling me up. I’d never been stretched so fully before and the slight burn of it mixed with the pleasure of that flared head sliding over the most sensitive places deep inside me.