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“Clothes off,” I said, my voice rough.

The delightful male did exactly as he was told and, oh.

Well.

Garrison’s cock was smooth and solid, darker at the base and almost red at the tip. Though he had no beads, his size put any kri’ith to shame—even bigger than it had hinted earlier—and the delicious-looking head swelled out from the thickly veined shaft. It bucked, straining towards me, and a drop of fluid beaded from a small slit at the top.

My cunt clenched around nothing. “I like what I see.”

He had nosuhla, unless it was hidden in the dark hairs at the root of his cock. His balls hung heavy beneath it, and my curl coiled and writhed, as eager for them as he was for me.

I knelt over him, displayed myself to him.

Wonder, curiosity, and lust danced across his expressive face. “So do I.” He trailed a finger up my thigh, his breath ragged as it slid towards my cunt. “Damn, you’re so wet.”

“It is because I want to fuck you,” I said, loving the way he reacted to the human word on my lips. “Will you lie back and let me fuck you, Garrison?”

His brown eyes were wide, fixed on me, and I’d never felt more desired.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Tempting cargo should be locked in a secure location

Garrison

AS SOON asI kissed Shohari, I knew this wouldn’t be enough. And when she stripped naked, revealing her soft amethyst and amber curves, I wanted nothing more than to explore her body and make her feel good.

She knelt over me, displaying herself, and I tried not to gawp as I traced her contours with my eyes.

Her clit was massive. If it hadn’t been attached down the shaft the way a human’s was, it would be just like a dick; it was certainly the size of one at rest, though hers was anything but. Stiff and glistening, it protruded more than a human clit, the head easily able to rub against me when I was inside her.

Her entrance looked small, though. Must have been the contrast.

Purple labia fanned round it like one shimmering, rippled petal, thick and plump at the sides, thinner, longer and rounder at the back, concealing any sight of her arsehole.

I wanted my mouth on all of it, wanted to take my time with her, to learn how to touch her.

“Will you lie back and let me fuck you, Garrison?”

Or that.

My dick bucked, straining towards her. The human word sounded obscene on her tongue, and she said it so huskily, so confident, all I could manage was, “Fuck yes.”

Shohari slunk down my body to straddle my legs. She dipped her head, a sultry glitter in her eyes, and I sucked in a breath.

Slowly, deliberately, she uncoiled her long, thick tongue and flicked out the tip to taste me—then my cock disappeared into her delicious, exhilarating mouth.

Holy fuck.

Her tongue wound around and around me, hot and strong, reeling me in till I was gasping. She hummed, the deep tone of satisfaction vibrating my dick from base to tip. Aching pleasure gathered too swiftly, too much, as she drew up my shaft with hot, wet suction.

Shohari let out a low sound of approval at my breathy moans, licked a long stripe up my length, and shifted her body to mine.

I was lost in the slick drag of her cunt, the head of her clit rubbing the head of my dick. Her beautiful labia rippled over me as she moved, and I closed my eyes, focusing all my attention on what she was doing, how her body felt against mine.

My cockhead slipped inside her, and my world tilted on its axis.So fucking tight.

“You feel incredible,” I managed. I tried to stay still, to let her set the pace, but as soon as my cock nudged into her wet heat, it was as if she sucked me in, and I filled her in one thrust.