His Human Vessel (Zandian Masters 5) - Page 8
She shook her head. “I’ve never tasted food so good
in my life. I’m stuffed, but I couldn’t stop eating.” She rubbed her little paunch.
Adorable.
She tilted her head at him. “Do Zandians eat?”
“Only once a week. Every ten planet rotations on Ocretia. We gain most of our energy from sunlight.”
“Wow.” She licked her lips again. “You’re missing out.”
He laughed—actually laughed. When had he laughed before? He couldn’t remember a time. Another sign he needed distance from this enchanting creature. Except he couldn’t bring himself to take it.
They were sitting close—so close her side pressed against his, and her sweet human scent under the citrusy oil from her initial washing filled his nostrils.
She leaned her head toward him and tucked her face against his neck, like she had when he carried her. “I’m sorry I was naughty, Master.”
Oh stars.
His cock surged in his pants, the demand she show him how sorry she was leaping to his lips. He bit it back just in time, but she seemed to sense the change in him, or perhaps she saw the growing tent in his lap. She licked a line up his neck.
After the lesson he’d taught her, the action should have infuriated him. Hadn’t he just told her not to tease? But nothing in the galaxy would make him tell her to stop.
She reached his ear and nipped at his earlobe.
His horns thickened, mimicking his throbbing malehood.
“I know I’m not for breeding,” she said, her voice husky, “but I have been trained to pleasure a male.”
Vecking stars!
Lust seared through his entire body, nearly making him pant for breath.
Her small hand cupped his balls, then wrapped around the base of his cock through his clothing.
He yanked his tunic up as the beautiful seductress slipped past him, off the bed and onto her knees on the floor. Like a compass drawn to the magnetic pole of Zandia, he whirled to point his cock toward her generous mouth and shoved down his pants.
Her berry lips parted, tongue extended as she leaned forward and gave a single, lap. She sat back on her heels and lifted her beautiful blue eyes, the spark of laughter making them merry.
Teasing. She was doing it again, but this time he vecking loved her for it.
He had to bite back the command that sprang to his lips: On your hands and knees.
Yes. He wanted to claim her. Long and hard, without mercy. Veck her until her cunt squeezed tight and milked his cock of its rainbow-hued seed. Veck her until her throat became hoarse from screaming and she learned the hard lesson of teasing her master. And then he’d veck her again. And again.
He wanted to strap her to his table and perform endless hours of intimate examinations that made her squirm and drip with arousal. To take her over his lap and make her next spanking long and personal—his hand, her ass. Slow, and deliberate until she fully absorbed who owned her lush little body, who made the commands and who obeyed.
“Suck it,” he rasped, but the harsh command did not have the effect of cowing his torturous female. No, he saw the thrill of victory in the curve of her lips before she opened that intoxicating mouth wide and took in his full length.
His shudder was close to earthquake proportions, traveling from thigh to groin. He was like a youth, still learning the glory of stroking off to images of naked females. But they’d never looked half as good as this fetching human.
He surged forward and tore her tunic open and down her shoulders. “Take it off,” he barked.
Again, victory painted her shameless shucking of the clothing.
Another shudder rocked through him from seeing her naked again, even before her lips closed around the head of his cock.
“Suck it hard,” he growled.
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