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Cum oozes down my legs as I step forward, and the shampoo-plant cock disappears, leaving us alone in the booth. I want to go to him immediately, but…

“Give me a second to clean up.”

“No.” He holds out his hand. “I want you now. Exactly how you are.”

I freeze because, well… “You do?”

Nodding, he squeezes my hand, lifting me up to straddle him, but keeping his cock behind me.

“I love watching you come. That look of pure bliss on your face as pleasure takes you… I want to see that every day, as many times as I can.”

“Even if it’s not for you?”

His smile is wicked as one of his hands caresses my breast. “We both know that what just happened was for me. Wasn’t it?”

I try not to smile with him and fail miserably. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Another of his hands trails down my body, fingers grazing my clit and making me angle my hips toward him, a moment before one of them curls inside of me.

“Which one of us is lying?” he asks.

I shiver and try to hold on to his finger when he pulls it from me.

“I’m lying,” I say on a needy breath. “I always think of you.”

From anyone else, I might hate that smug smile, but on Lochdon… he’s earned looking at me like that.

He holds the finger, slicked with cum, in front of me and I suck, cleaning it as his cock bobs, tapping at my ass.

But that’s not what I want to suck right now.

Wiggling backward off of him, dragging my pussy along his cock, I go to my knees first.

My pussy might be lubed up with cum already, but the previous cock was not Lochdon’s. I usually need a little extra help for him.

My spit might not be enough either, but it’s a start, and I love the way his eyes get heavy while I have his cock in my mouth.

One hand smoothing through my hair, Lochdon watches me as I work him, “There is no one else who could ever claim to be as lucky as I am, could they?”

I might challenge him on that, but I don’t want to stop to do it.

He doesn’t let me suck and lick for long, though.

One of his hands clasps around my neck and he pulls me to standing.

“I’ve missed you,” he says, kissing me before I can tell him I missed him too.

“I’ve missed you too much to waste any more time.” He whispers against my lips. “I need to remind you you’re mine.”

He doesn’t, but I don’t plan to stop him from doing anything he wants to me.

He backs me up against the booth wall and one of his hands lifts my leg up holding me so I’m on my tiptoes of the other.

“Request,” I say, quickly triggering the bot. “Lube, please.”

A pot of thick, clear lube appears beside me, sitting on a little shelf that’s formed in the wall, and I scoop out a handful, smearing it on Lochdon’s cock as I try not to come too quickly on his fondling fingers. I need him inside of me, and I need him ready for that before I come so hard I nearly black out.

He leans close, lips brushing my collar bone. “The other men you fuck don’t matter, do they?”

“No.” I shake my head. No one matters but him and me and right now.

“They can borrow it, but we both know the truth, don’t we, Peach?” He draws back, lids heavy with lust as he watches my face, fingers smearing the other alien’s cum, and now lube, over me. “Your pussy is mine.”

I nod, but when I open my mouth to agree, his fingers press into me and that agreement turns into a sharp moan.

My pussy is his. I am his.

Completely.

And he’s mine.

He fucks, me against the wall, cock stretching me wide, and I nearly weep at the delicious feel of him inside of me.

I love him, but I can’t say it yet. Not like this. Not here.

This place is for a different kind of love.

There will be time to tell him later.