“Yes,” she gasped.
“You agree?” He pulled her hips backward and pressed the head of his cock against her pussy.
“Yes.”
“Good. Then we don’t have to quarrel.”
Unlike the eighteen males who’d just pummeled her sex, this one took care with her, rubbing his cock head over her entrance several times to test her readiness before easing in.
She gasped—his cock was far bigger than anything she’d taken before.
He froze, halfway in. “Take it,” he growled, yet he didn’t press further and his hand slid around the front of her hips, fingers questing for the button at the apex of her entrance.
He was the only male who had ever touched her there. She shrieked at the sensation, immediately pushing her hips back to take in the rest of him then shuddering at the shock of it.
He stayed buried deep inside her, not moving. His fingers slapped her clitoris several times until she began to move her hips up and down, trying to gain more friction.
“Ready for me?”
Her internal walls contracted. That voice. Deep, masculine, powerful. Just like the cock he began to pump in and out of her.
“No,” she gasped, though it wasn’t from pain. It was all too much—the sensations of being filled by his huge length sent frissons of pleasure through her core and down her inner thighs.
He vecked her harder, faster.
“I’m sorry,” she gasped. “For what it’s worth. I’m sorry I stole your ship.”
“You will be, Lily.” The words were threatening, but the guttural tone promised sex.
She was surprised he remembered her name. But, of course, he’d probably been hunting for her.
“I plan to punish you in at least five hundred ways, and when I’m through, I know someone who will pay a great deal for you. Maybe enough to even cover the cost of my ship.”
If he hadn’t been moving inside her, stroking her inner walls with his long cock in a way that made her eyes roll back in her head, she might have grown chilled by his promise to sell her. As it was, lights exploded behind her eyes as his enormous length rammed her inner walls and stretched her wide.
She noticed that while he had her mashed up against the wall, his own arms took the brunt of his force, protecting her from bruising her pelvis each time he shoved deeper. Like the other small considerations he’d shown, it added to her growing opinion that he might be a decent being.
Not nearly as cruel as he’d have her believe.
“Veck, Lily, you’re so...vecking...tiny...so tight.”
His pleasure and obvious loss of control gave her confidence, made her feel powerful—which was a first for her during sex.
He thrust upward with each word, lifting her off her feet, speared by his cock.
One of his huge palms closed over her left breast, and he squeezed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
It was too much. Her body convulsed under his hold, pussy clenching and releasing around his enormous cock, shudders of shock and pleasure running down her legs, up through her torso.
Holy Earth. Holy Mother.
He withdrew and shoved deeper, deeper still, vecking her with a force she thought certain would crush her, and then he, too, found his finish. Hot streams of his seed filled her, leaking down her legs in a splash of pearlescent rainbow.
She stared at the substance, fascinated by the beautiful colors swirling down the drain.
He panted behind her, thankfully still holding her up, or she’d collapse on the metal floor.
“Did those humans hurt you?” His breath came hot against her ear, voice a deep rumble that went straight into her chest and reverberated.