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Yet I did.
I kept wiggling, trying to ease away from him only to find the jarring pace grinding my body against his.
His main cock got harder. I couldn’t tell if the smaller one got erect as well, but a subtle hum vibrated against me.
Slickness bloomed between my legs.
As the creature the size of a travel trailer rushed down the mountainside, Aizor held me snug against his chest. Since he wasn’t jarring in every direction like I would if I rode alone, and he was taking us somewhere, I did my best to relax. To ignore how turned on I was by bouncing around on his lap.
I tried to focus on the world around me because it was gorgeous, from the crystal trees in varying shades of purple, to the exposed ground made up of gold flecked with lavender stones, to the way the dewdrops on the spiky grasses sparkled in the sunshine.
Aizor groaned, and I knew why. He wasn’t admiring the view; he was getting aroused by my body rubbing against his own.
With all the movement, his arm had slipped up, a thick band across my breasts. And with each rolling jostle, his arm rubbed. My nipples hardened to pebbles, and Aizor’s low groan rang out behind me again.
This was completely fucked up, but I couldn’t hold myself back. One wave of arousal was followed by another, each driving me toward the elusive peak.
And curse me forever, but when his hand slipped along my thigh, I moaned and ground my ass against his cock.
He bunched up my tunic, exposing my lower body to the cool air, then his fingers dove between my legs. They wrangled through my wet folds in a way I should find offensive but didn’t, before he latched onto my engorged clit and rolled it.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Too far gone to do anything but pulse my pussy against his hand, I tipped my head back against his chest and whimpered with need.
He drove a finger inside me while another continued to tease my clit. And he rocked his hips against my back, growly and snapping his tusks in my ear.
When he added more fingers, I started thrusting as best I could while the beast below us continued galloping down the hillside. Aizor’s groans grew heavier, deeper, and that turned me on even more.
I bucked, riding his hand while he guided the crystal triceratops along the wide trail at a rolling pace that only thrust his fingers deeper inside me.
My orgasm crashed over me all of the sudden, blasting me into the outer atmosphere as if I rode a mechanical bull with my hand in the air, a scream erupting from my throat, and my pussy igniting.
He shouted, and his body shuddered behind mine.
Wetness spread across the back of my tunic, but I was too into riding the waves to care.
Finally, I came back to the ground.
Aizor tugged his fingers through my folds and across my clit, making me shiver all over again. He lifted his hand and examined the slick juices coating it, before he sucked me off his fingers, groaning once more.
It didn’t take long for the heat of embarrassment to climb into my face. I felt scalded with it. Here I was, begging him to help me go home, plus insisting I wasn’t his anything, and he’d just given me one of the best orgasms in my life.
One of them?
Alright, the best.
I had no clue what to make of it.
The air was crisp yet not overly chilly, even while we moved at a rapid pace. And Aizor’s arm felt warm and comforting around me now that my body had blasted to the stars and back.
I wiggled, tugging my tunic back down over my thighs, and stared blankly at the vegetation, the ground, and the sky, trying to ignore what we’d just done. At least no one had seen us—Ihopedno one had.
If I had to be abducted and sent to a distant planet to become an alien’s bride, this wasn’t such a horrible place to wind up in. I could’ve done a lot worse. Heaven knows that when a woman is kidnapped, the scenario rarely turned out right.
Once he’d done feasting on my wetness coating his fingers, he started pointing to one thing after another, shouting what it was called, as if me learning how to converse with him would make all the difference.
I dutifully repeated the words, sliding them into the library within my mind. I didn’t have a photographic memory—if only—but being in college had sharpened that part of my brain. Would I remember all the words? Not a chance. But if I remained here much longer, I would slowly learn to speak his language.
