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Oooh, he likes that. I roll my hips up into the bulge tightening the front of his brown jumpsuit. “Please fuck me, sir.”

He chuckles. “Oh, no. I’m not going to fuck you.”

I pout. “Do you not have the parts? That’s fine, we can use?—”

“Not until you’re already screaming my name.” He pushes up the hem of my dress and presses his nose into the moist center of my panties, inhaling deep.

My head falls back, my eyes closing as sensation takes over. He pulls my panties down just to the knee, keeping my legs trapped as his long tongue laps at my pussy, then wriggles deep inside. I’m moaning and gasping so loud I’m sure they can hear me back at the resort. And, just like he promised, his name rolls off my tongue, like…whatever the opposite of cursing is. Praising. Worshiping.

My back arches off the ground as he curves his tongue to hit the right spot inside me. “Yes,please, right there. Don’t stop, Jalus, please—nooooo,fuck, you blasted tease,” as he pulls back before I’m able to come. Desperately horny, I clutch at him, cursing and begging for him to come back, but he’s peeling off his uniform andoh, stars.

That lean, lithe body packs some serious muscle, from his surprisingly meaty thighs to the ridges of his abs. His cock looks more or less human-shaped, long and thin and rigid against his belly. Corkscrew ridges spiral up the side, making me groan in anticipation. Before today, I would’ve claimed not to have a body preference. It’s the person inside that matters, not the package they’re wrapped in.

What a package, though!

I reach to pull my dress higher, but he says, “Leave the dress on,” so commandingly I nearly melt into a puddle of arousal.

Slowly, he pulls down the neckline of my sundress to free my small breasts. His tongue snakes out to suckle on one, tickling the nipple with exquisite precision.

“Touch me, please,” I beg. “Let me come.”

He chuckles, then takes pity on me and thumbs my clit, sinking two of his long fingers deep into my pussy. It takes maybe thirty seconds before I shatter into the most intense orgasm I’ve had in…maybe my entire life.

And it only whets my appetite.

I want to demand his cock in me now, but I hold back the words. No, he likes me submissive. So I say, with fluttering eyelashes, “That was amazing, sir. Thank you. Will you allow me to suck your cock now?”

He groans and fists it. “Since you’ve been a good girl,” he murmurs. “I want to see you kneel.”

He plants his bare ass against that boulder again and spreads his legs for me. I slide between them, almost as eager for this as I am to feel him inside me.

The droplets at the tip of his cock taste salty-sweet when I lick them off. I take as much of him as I can into my mouth, then raise my eyes to meet his as I suck and stroke him, exploring the new and interesting ridges of him with my tongue. The dark lust in his eyes, the helpless pleasure in the O of his mouth, already have me excited again.

“Enough of that,” he says harshly, gripping the base of his cock. “Get back up here. I want you in my lap.”

I straddle him like before, squirming against his erection. He takes my mouth in a hungry kiss, and then murmurs in my ear, “You still want to be fucked?”

“Yes, please, sir.”

“Then fuck yourself on me,” he purrs. “Work my cock the way you want.”

Stars, I could come just from the way he talks to me. I waste no time in raising my hips to sink down on him slowly. The ridges of him are heaven—I used to have a sex toy that was shaped just like this, but blast me if the real thing isn’t twice as hot and a million times better.

His wings shiver as he strokes my nipples with his two upper hands. One lower hand plays with my clit as I fuck him, the other gripping my waist and then sliding around to palm my ass.

I’m starting to think every man ought to have four hands.

I kiss his neck and shoulder, nibbling just behind his pointed ear until he starts to moan. He’s close, and I am too. If he keeps rubbing just like that, I’m going to?—

“Fuck, Jalus,” I groan as he brings me to climax again. I clench hard against him, and he bucks, swearing.

“Nade,” he says, like a prayer, and then he’s coming inside me, and oh, oh, the ridgespulsewhen he comes?—

My head falls back in ecstasy, with his upper hands holding me up. The orgasm just keeps on going, waves of pleasure aftershocking into each other until I’m a boneless, satiated puddle.

He pulls me close to his chest and slides us to the soft mossy ground, our legs still entwined. I feel like I should say something, but I think he’s fucked the words right out of me. For once in my long political career, I’ve got nothing to say.

Pillowing my head on his arm, I let sleep take me.