Night of the Zandians (Zandian Brides 1)

“Not if you are good,” I agree, and slap her pussy again, harder.

She sucks in a breath and her thighs clench, but her legs remain open.

“Juicy enough for you yet, Tarren?” I ask, slapping her a third time, making this one even sharper.

She moans and jerks her hips up to me. “Do it again.”

I dip a finger into her body. “You’re so wet, Riya.” I slap her a few times, lighter ones, making sure that the last few land on her clit. Her body twists and she cries out, the sound one of pleasure.

“Almost wet enough,” growls Tarren, so I slap her again, the sound reverberating around the chamber.

“Over,” I say, tapping her hip, “and up on your hands and knees. You know that’s my favorite way to veck your ass.”

“It’s my favorite, too,” she murmurs, and I groan with the sudden need that surges through my body.

I reach for the bottle of lubricant that is waiting on the cover and press the tip of it to her hole. I squeeze, allowing a good amount of it to squirt into her body. She shifts and mumbles something unintelligible, so I slap her ass and squirt again. By the time I drizzle the lube onto my rock-hard cock, I can barely wait.

“Keep your ass cheeks soft and open for me,” I remind her, pressing the tip to her entrance. She clenches up, then relaxes, and I press in.

“Oh,” she cries, arousal in her voice, as she always does when one of our cocks enters her ass. I hold her hips steady as I push in, inch by inch, enjoying her wiggles. Once I’m fully seated, just as always, she relaxes into me as her muscles accept my member, making a low moan of appreciation.

“Veck, it feels so good to be deep inside you like this,” I say, holding her hard enough to leave bruises. “I’m going to veck you hard. Remember, you don’t get to come, and if you do, you get punished.”

“I remember,” she gasps. “But I might have to come anyway.” She loves being made to wait, though, so I don’t feel guilty. She’s told us more than once that being forced to hold out results in the best orgasms.

Teasing her is so vecking fun—taking her to the edge of her self-control and forcing her to stay there, take it, take whatever I want to give. It’s a headrush like no other, and I veck her for a long time, drawing my cock out and thrusting in, sometimes reaching down to finger her clit until she grows frantic under my body and I can sense that she’s no more than a second from giving in.

We’re both sweating by the time I roar her name and thrust deep, coming so hard I see stars, filling her ass with my cum. She’s chanting my name, and I don’t know if she’s begging me for release, or if it’s an invocation to the universe to help her hold out. Either way, my orgasm is the most glorious thing in my world and I fall beside her, sated, and hold her in my arms until I can think again.

Tarren

Riya is so needy now that her eyes are glassy with desire, and her whole body is taut with the need to come. Ronan wipes her ass gently, cleaning her after his veck, but I can see that she has only one thing on her mind right now… My cock, that if she’s lucky, will grant her an orgasm of her own.

She stares at me, her eyes wide, and I need her just as badly. She’s under my skin, she’s in my mind, she’s the one I think of when I fall asleep and when I awake in the morning. Watching my cousins veck her and leave her wanting has made me so hard I can barely stand. She’s dying for a cock, and it’s mine that will satisfy her. Mine that will please her tonight.

I bend down to lick her, the taste that drives me mad, and then kiss her, and she attacks my mouth eagerly, thrusting her tongue to meet mine, pushing her hips to me.

“Taste yourself?” I ask, and bend down to lick her again, over and over, before pressing my lips to hers. “Taste that pussy, the one we all love so vecking much.”

“Mmm,” she murmurs, sucking my tongue, reaching her hand down to squeeze my cock.

“Yeah, grab it hard, rub it like that,” I urge her, as she starts stroking me. “Stick your fingers in your pussy and get your juices all over your hand so it’s slick while you stroke me.”

She does, and the feel of her wet palm is pure bliss. I can only take a few minutes before I flip her onto her back. “I’m going to go so deep you’ll scream,” I warn her, kneeling on the hoverdisk and tugging her hips so her ass is on my thighs. I spread her legs and adjust my stance so my cock pushes at her cunt. “Like this, little human.”

I press into her body and she cries out, trembling, as I stretch and fill her. Even wet as she is, my cock is so large that I have to move slowly to avoid hurting her as I enter.

“Tarren, so good,” she mumbles, tossing her head.

“Squeeze your nipples, hard,” I order. “Pull them out from your body until I say to stop.”

She does it, taking hold of her hard nubs and tugging.

Her nipples are so pretty, taut and extended—I could watch her do this all planet rotation. “Tarren, please, I need you,” she says.

I can tell the tingle in her nipples is at that perfect level to drive her arousal higher. I’ve learned her body well these past lunar cycles, and I don’t want to cause her pain… just a little sting, enough to maximize her pleasure. “Stop there and hold that position,” I tell her, “while I veck you. If you let go or reduce the pressure, I will not let you come. I want you to feel your nipples aching while your pussy explodes.”

“Oh, Mother Earth,” she mutters, but keeps the tension on her nipples.