Orient Fevre

Pure red when he fucked me with his tongue as rough as when he used his cock.

I writhed. My breaths came in a fevered beat. The pleasure was unbelievably sinful. When he growled and swirled his tongue inside me, I came so hard the world faded away from my vision for a long moment. My legs couldn’t support my own weight. I collapsed on the floor, sobbing from the intensity.

Levy watched my reaction with delight. He got up and undressed.

I watched him with hunger, unconsciously swallowing my saliva. Naked, he looked as delicious as that night in his penthouse. Luscious skin. Muscled body. A fine example of male perfection. Levy shed his clothes leisurely as if we had all time in the world and his eyes never left mine the whole time. His cock sprang free. Hard and ready. He kicked off his shoes and motioned me to come closer.

He stroked his engorged cock until a droplet of pre-cum leaked from the tip. “Suck me. I’m dying to fuck your mouth.”

His words made me frisky. Thinking about it, I’d never had a chance to sample his gorgeous cock. I licked my lips and knelt in front of him. I touched him, clasping my hands around his shaft. I squeezed him. Gently, then hard. He made some urgent murmurs, his breath laboured. His cock pulsed in my palms. Hot. Throbbing. So wickedly male. I lapped at his enormous tip. A strained sigh escaped his throat. He shuddered. Salty, brackish flavour flooded my mouth. God, I loved the way he tasted. Creamy—just scrumptiously creamy. I stretched my jaws as widely as I could to accommodate his girth and sucked his huge cockhead.

Levy cursed, in a good way. He held my head, angling his cock deeper to fuck my mouth and throat. I obliged him. I arranged my breath and took him deeply. His cock slid past the back of my mouth and down my throat. He groaned with disbelief. Deep throat was one of my girlie skills.

I sucked him hard as if my life depended on it. Levy started to bawl. Grunts and half-formed words rasped between his shouts. His face flushed red. His cock and balls darkened even more. I squeezed his balls as I deepened my sucks. Suddenly, I felt ravenous. I wanted to reap my reward, his hot cream. Levy’s face contorted into a mask of ecstasy, looking as if he was trying hard not to come. I wouldn’t allow that to happen, so I sucked harder. Levy let out feral growl. He seized my face and suddenly yanked his cock out of my mouth.

“Hey!” I protested. “I’m not finished.”

“Forget it,” he barked back. His eyes blazed with fire. “On all fours. I want to fuck you from behind.”

“Cream first, then fuck.”

Levy growled again. He swept me and arranged me in the position he wanted. Before I could shout another protest, he penetrated me in one, long, savage thrust. I clawed the carpet and yowled. He speared me open with his thick cock and slammed home until his balls grazed my clitoris. I shuddered. He shuddered, too, from the way our bodies became one. My cunt clasped around his rock-hard shaft. God. Pleasure left me speechless for seconds, especially when he started fucking me like a demented man. He grabbed my shoulders and rode me as if he was trying to tame a wild stallion. His cock battered my pussy. Each grind, each thrust, dragged me deeper into ecstasy. I braced myself against the wild torrent of his fucks. Faster. Deeper. Rougher. Short, rapid bunny fucks. I opened my mouth to inhale more air, but instead, a sudden climax seized me unmercifully. I bawled. I felt as if I was dying.

But he didn’t stop. He kept fucking me and fucking me through the night. He fucked me standing up. He fucked me in the bed. He fucked me in the chair. He even fucked me in front of a mirror, forcing me to watch the way his cock ravaged my pussy.

God, I loved it. Maybe I was a bit voyeuristic, but there was something incredibly erotic about watching my lover sink his cock into me. He pounded, yanked, hammered, pummelled until we both couldn’t hold out any longer. I came hard. He came even harder. Levy shouted as his cock spurted his cum inside me. We both shuddered until the last wave of ecstasy ebbed away, and we slumped on the floor. We touched. We kissed.

We loved.

Levy cupped my face and whispered, “I wish I could show you what I really feel about you. And how strong our bond is…”

I started to open my mouth to argue but he silenced me with a kiss.

“Hush, kitty-cat. For once in your life, would you listen to your heart?”

He drew me into his embrace and wrapped me with his strong arms. I clammed my mouth shut and surrendered. I closed my eyes, listening to his heartbeat. Levy made me calm, made me feel protected. No man I’d been with had ever made me feel that way. I wondered if what he said was true? That soul mates did exist?

I sighed. I’d never been so confused in my life.

There was nothing like waking up in the morning after a good night’s fuck. I was happily sore in all the right places, beat, but feeling strangely relaxed at the same time. Levy was still sleeping when I got up. As a VIP passenger, the bed in his stateroom was as big and comfy as those in the luxury hotel. He didn’t stir as I crawled off his bed. I collected my clothes, got dressed in a hurry and tiptoed out. One of his bodyguards saw me exit the stateroom. The man flashed me a grin.

“He’s all yours,” I told him. “My shift is over.”

He tipped his head in my direction and made a tiny gesture with his hand. He didn’t say a word, but I felt his gaze burn my back as I flounced to the main deck. I went back to my cabin and showered. I’d just finished changing into a fresh uniform when Captain Hawk called me via the holocom.

“We have a problem,” he barked. “My office, now.”

Captain Hawk was in a foul mood when I arrived at his office minutes later.

He pointed to a stack of hardcopies on his desk. “Take a look at that. We have a security leak.”

I sat down and read the file. What I saw made me numb. The security bot had compiled the report during the last data sweep. It said that someone had hacked into our system, mined our data and relayed it to an encrypted source. Azhari, our Senior Cryptographer, had decoded the destination. It had turned out to be an office in the Froste Intelligence Agency. As the Chief Mate of Orient Fevre, this came as a hard blow for me since it had happened right under my nose. Only the captain and I owned the verification code to access the data vault. Truthfully, Orient Fevre wasn’t merely a commercial transport ship. It was also an intergalactic security company, commissioned to deliver classified information from many countries in the Pegasus Arms.

“How did this happen, Cross?”

I cleared my throat. “We need a lockdown.”

“Did that.” Captain Hawk sank in his chair. “I just spoke to the Chereshaz-X Station Master and requested a continuation docking permit until we sort our problem out. He gave us three standard days since this space station is fully booked. We can’t board until we find out who our mole is. Do you have any idea who’s behind this?”