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He’s truly gorgeous, the best I’ve ever had by miles, and my body reacts to his. My nipples tighten and the flesh on my ass, and between my legs, heats.
“I was talking to Mel and Rachel.”
He nods and the tip of his tail flicks from left to right. “I like how close you are to your friends.”
“It is the way of Earth women.” I smile and step up to him. I know what is coming next and anticipation wends through me like warm honeyed wine.
“Are you ready?” he asks, slipping his large hands around my waist. “For your morning seed?”
“I am ready.” I reach up to his horns, and gently rub around the base.
He loves that; he’s told me. It gets both of his cocks instantly hard.
I am also the only person who has ever touched him there, his previous mate didn’t kiss or caress him.
She simply bent over and took him when she wanted impregnating.
“Mmm…” He flutters his eyes closed. “You are so good at doing that.”
I brush my lips to his. “And you are good at everything you do to me.”
He has insisted on us mating morning and night, and I am not complaining.
We fit together so well and he has learned to play my body like a fine instrument.
If he could get a master’s degree in making an Earth woman orgasm, he’d definitely have graduated with flying colors.
“You do know what I want to do to you,” he says, his voice an octave deeper than usual. This always happens when Ba-Daden is thinking of sex.
“I can guess.” I slip my hands from his horns, over his cheeks, and to his wide neck. From there I go lower, watching my own movements as I trace his defined pecs with their small purple nipples and then tap over his taut abdomen.
My heart is racing and my clit practically quivering by the time I reach his towel and undo it.
It falls to the floor forgotten and his two thick cocks spring into my waiting hands.
His nostrils flare and he sucks in a breath as I rub them base to tip.
I’ll never get enough of watching his face as I play with his body. He’s mesmerized by every caress. It’s all as new to him as he is to me.
“You are so hard this morning,” I murmur. “Your cocks could hammer nails into wood.”
He doesn’t answer. Instead his hands move to my ass cheeks and squeeze. He has somewhat of an obsession with my pert butt and I am not complaining.
His lips meet mine, his tongue instantly there to dance and tease.
I groan softly and take what he gives me and jerk him off slowly and methodically as we indulge in the kiss.
After a few minutes he is growling with lust and his tail is lifted high and flicking left to right. He pulls back, eyes flashing with longing. “I need you, now.”
Before I can reply he is tugging me toward the breeding bench he has recently bought me.
Best gift I ever got.
“Bend over for me, my love,” he murmurs, and presses me down over it.
I go willingly and reach for the handle at the head end as my breasts fit into the suction pockets. My nipples are instantly pulled into a heavenly suck and I moan, the sensation stimulating and satisfying.
“Good,” he says. “Now hold still.”
I know what is coming next and close my eyes as the cool straps wind around my legs and lower back, pinning me to the bench.
It’s a genius invention for a kinky woman like me who enjoys a bit of bondage—there is something about being at Ba-Daden’s mercy and allowing him to control my pleasure that really hits the spot for me.
“You are comfortable?” he asks, his hands roaming my shoulders, my back, my thighs, and my ass.
“Yes.” I am a little breathless. Excitement has taken me in its grip. We have done this many times but still I crave it.
“Have I told you, you have the best ass?” he says, rubbing both of my ass cheeks with one of his big palms. He squeezes and explores and then slides his fingers down my crack.
“Yes,” I gasp as he goes over my asshole.
“I want you to wear my palm print today,” he whispers by my ear.
I gulp. I know what that means.
“Sophie, say yes.”
“Yes.”
There is a guttural growl, as though he is very much approving of my answer, and then it comes.
I feel the shift of air a fraction of a second before his hand slaps down on my right ass cheek.
I gasp and buck forward on the bench—I can’t go far. The sting is intense, the burn instant and my blood heats with desire.
“Perfect.” He soothes the skin he has just marked. “Now for the other cheek.”
I curl my toes and grit my teeth. The anticipation is extreme.
The spank comes hard and fast, but the moment it spreads its heat another one lands.
Then another.
And another.