Zandian Pet (Zandian Masters 7)

He couldn’t even hear if she answered. Not when the sight of her semi-clothed body submerged him in the deepest pit of lust. One hand rubbed her ass crack while the other kneaded her breast.

He needed her naked. Now. Mina let him guide her to her feet so he could tear her leggings and panties off, get at that sweet spot between her legs.

In two seconds, he surged up and had her flattened over the dash to the left of the ship’s controls, one hand wrapped around her throat, the other cupping her mons, his middle finger working her clit. “Veck, Mina. Don’t let me do this.”

Except he’d already pulled his cock out, already had the head rubbing over her dripping entrance.

She wanted it, too. There was no denying it. Still, if she told him no, he’d find a way to stop himself. Somehow.

“Last chance, beautiful. Say something or I’m taking what I desperately need.”

Her only answer was the press of her soft ass back against his loins.

He shoved deep and let out a broken groan. Veck, yes.

“This,” he rasped. “This, Mina. This is what I need to live.”

“Stop,” she panted.

What? His breath caught under his ribs as his next thrust stuttered to a stop. Now she wanted to stop him?

“Stop talking. Start fucking.” She used the Ocretion word for veck.

Ah, thank the stars. “Start fucking?” He slammed home, protecting the front of her hips from bruises with his forearm but still punishing her with each stroke. This female would be the death of him, for certain. He couldn’t get enough of Mina, couldn’t control himself around her, couldn’t imagine one planet rotation without thinking of her incredible presence.

With each thrust, he shoved her up to her toes, plowed deeper. Stars, she felt good. He adjusted the position of his arm around her waist and wiggled his middle finger over her clit.

Instantly, her muscles spasmed around his cock. She threw her head back on a scream as her orgasm gripped her. Her entire body shuddered and jolted with the intensity.

He jerked back and buried himself deeper, deeper until one continuous cry came from her mouth and the spasms ended. He brought his lips to her ear. “That’s good, little warrior. I’m glad you took your release early because I’m not nearly done with you.”

She fell back against his body, and he lifted her, his cock still embedded in her wet heat.

He dropped back into the pilot’s chair. “Now, you’re going to dance for me.” He gripped her hips and lifted and lowered her ass, sliding her up and down over his throbbing malehood.

“Oh...uh…” Her sex sounds killed him.

He wrapped a hand over her lips and pressed a finger inside, needing to do something with that sexy mouth.

She sucked the digit, still emitting muffled cries around it.

“Veck, Mina, veck. So good…”

She arched her back, tossed her head, sending her pale reddish-blonde hair spilling down her slender back. “Mmph, mmph, mmph,” she crooned.

Unable to pump as hard and deep as he needed, he spun the chair around and launched them to their knees on the floor. She fell forward onto her hands, and he slid out of her.

He slapped the inviting target her ass made. “Are you feeling your fucking yet?” He smacked her again.

“Y-yes,” she warbled.

“I think I’d better spank this ass before I get back on it.”

“Why?” Her husky voice revealed no fear.

He adjusted his position to her side to get a better angle at spanking her. With one arm wrapped around her waist, he held her steady and applied his palm hard and fast.

“Ow! Ooh, ow! Sorry, Master!”