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I let my hips roll. “Too much?” I asked.
She laughed, pleasure tangled in her voice. “No. I just want to feel how it fits.” Pressing me to her cheek, she sized me up, then dared, “Show me how it works, Karel. Don’t stop.”
It was all the invitation I needed. I lined myself up between her thighs, the ridged crown of my cock catching against her entrance before slipping deeper between those velvet folds.
The first touch of that molten heat nearly short-circuited my neural pathways. I eased forward, my considerable girth stretching her, watching her lips part in a silent gasp as I claimed her inch by exquisite inch. The ridges along my shaft pulsed and flexed, designed to pleasure from within, each one catching against her most sensitive spots as I pressed deeper.
Sadie’s nails raked fire down my back as she arched beneath me, her body tensing around my intrusion. I stopped, muscles trembling with restraint, drinking in the sight of her—flushed skin, pupils blown wide with desire, chest heaving. For one heartbeat she was perfectly still, then her expression transformed—ecstasy breaking across her features like a wave as a sound escaped her throat, a laugh and a moan of surrender.
“Holy shit,” she gasped, voice thick with need, “it’s—oh god—don’t stop, just—slow, please?”
I nodded, pushing forward with excruciating patience, feeling her body yield and claim me all at once. The sensation of her tight heat enveloping me was beyond language—beyond worlds. No simulation, nothing in a decade of Bozad experience mapped onto the intricate, living grip of this human woman.
My body responded with an involuntary snap of my hips, the urge to rut and conquer barely held in check by the desperate need not to hurt her. I let her wait, tension building everywhere, while Sadie arched up to meet my every fraction of a centimeter.
It should have been too much, but she was greedy—no, determined. Her jaw twitched, lips going from tight to parted, breath rushing in time with my hips.
The ridges on my cock did what they’d evolved to do—expanded just enough, locked in, then flexed in tiny, rhythmic pulses as I bottomed out. Maybe I should have been embarrassed, but from the glassy look in her eyes, Sadie was ruined for anything else. She moaned, loud, head thrown back against the pillows.
“Shit—oh, Karel—just like—oh hell—” She couldn’t even finish, the words breaking up against the impact as I set a slow, relentless rhythm. I could feel every twitch in her body, the way she squeezed me, and when I slowed to linger at the edge, she clawed at my shoulders. “Don’t tease—don’t—oh, just—more.”
I pressed in harder, reconfiguring the pulsing ridges a split second before each thrust.
chapter five
SADIE
I throbbed around him, absolutely fucking full but greedy for more. “Oh god, Karel, you’re so deep,” I gasped, my voice breaking. Every tiny flex of his cock made my vision starburst at the edges. “Yes, right there—don’t stop.” My whole world telescoped into sensation—the hot punch of each drive, the cool shock of the air on my skin. I gave up the idea of not making noise; every time he bottomed out, I moaned his name like a prayer.
“Harder,” I begged, “please—I need it harder.”
He bent over me and I whispered against his mouth, “You feel so good inside me.”
I raked my fingers up his ribs—so many ridges, all of them alive under my touch. “Tell me what you want,” I demanded breathlessly. He made a desperate growl, and in the next instant, he shifted his angle.
“Oh fuck, yes—right there,” I cried out as every stroke dragged deep against my sweet spot.
It was so precisely targeted that I thought,this is what happens when an alien studies your physiology with machine precision.Every impact was better than the last—each second, the ridges of his cock shifted, either swelling or pulsing or twitching to milk everynerve ending in me, as if he was reading my mind and redialing the tension in real time.
My legs locked tight around his hips; he braced a hand behind my knee, shoving it up and back and opening me wide, so with every thrust he could bury himself even deeper. The stretch should’ve hurt, but I was so slick and ready that I just sank onto him, the fullness crowding out every thought butmore.My hands scrabbled up his back, searching for leverage, and I realized I was whimpering, every sound the naked signal of how much I needed this, how ready I was to break.
“I want you to fuck me. Harder,” I gasped into his ear, letting the desperation show. “Please?—”
He growled, and it vibrated through my whole body. “You can take it?”
I bared my teeth at him. “More. I want to feel it for days.”
That worked. He reared up, gathered both my wrists in one huge blue hand and pinned my arms above my head, then used the leverage to drive in, relentless, like he was trying to memorize the shape of me from the inside out. I arched so hard my whole spine left the mattress; I bit down on his shoulder and howled through clenched teeth as each thrust slammed bright light through my eyes. The pressure built—hot, desperate, not a slow burn but a rising flood—and I could feel my whole body tensing to snap.
“Karel—fuck—don’t stop, I’m—I’m?—”
He wrenched my hips higher, angled himself perfectly, and the ridges along his cock fanned and flexed in a way that triggered a violent, perfect explosion.
I came hard, full body, clenching so tight that the world went out for a second. Reality came back with Karel’s hand cradling my face, his breath fast, his cock still driving as I spasmed around him. He pressed his forehead to mine, and for a second, we just shuddered together, me shaking from aftershocks while he held himself on the edge, trembling with the effort not to lose control entirely. I wanted him all the way gone, so I squeezed his cock,determined to wring every drop of pleasure from him. He was practically vibrating now, so close to the edge, I could feel the entire length of him pulse and swell. His breath stuttered and broke as he drove into me, deeper, faster, rutting through my release until something caved inside both of us at the same instant.
He froze, clamping my hips in his hands, and for half a second I genuinely thought he’d break me—then he made a sound I’d never heard from a man before, a raw, strangled sort of keening, and that was it, he came in one long, shuddering pulse, thick and hot, his whole body locked up and pouring into me.
For a minute, neither of us moved. I could feel his heartbeat everywhere we touched, fast and panicked as a small animal’s, the ridges flexing in slow after-tremors as he softened inside me. He dropped his head to my shoulder, panting, sweat beading on his skin and dripping onto mine. The blue of him shimmered up close, almost translucent now, like the energy that held him together had melted down to a haze of light. I pressed my hands to his back, feeling the echoes of his climax shiver through his muscles. My own body was a live wire, every nerve ending still catching at the last afterglow, unsure how to switch gears back to something as basic as breathing.
