She took him into her warm wet mouth quickly then slowly sucking her way back up. Up and down. Fast then slow. He wasn’t sure what was hotter, her mouth or her pussy. The way she’d slowly taken him inside her last night had nearly killed him. But this, this was torture as well.
His balls burned, his orgasm building. He threw back his head.
“Laylla! Laylla!” he cried out as he came. She drank him down, licking gently at his dick as he lay there, panting. “Woman, you are gonna kill me.”
One day it was going to be her tied down while he had his wicked way with her. He was daydreaming of just that when he realized she had disappeared. He sat up to find her swimming across the small pond to the other side. Rich dived under the water, coming up underneath her. Grabbing her ankles, he yanked her down then let her go, swimming away.
He looked back when he realized she wasn’t following. She stared at him in confusion, her breasts bobbing in the water, her hair plastered to her face.
“It’s a game,” he told her with a smile. He came closer then splashed her with water. He laughed as she spluttered, glaring at him. “It’s fun.”
A calculated look came over her face, and he didn’t realize what she was about to do until it was too late. A wave of water engulfed him. Then her hair whipped out, circling his ankles and pulling him under. As he came back up, he was laughing. “You’re a quick learner.”
She gave him a superior smile.
They played like that for around an hour until Rich managed to pin her against the rocks. He smiled at her seductively. “Tit for tat, princess.”
She frowned slightly. He placed his hands on either side of her head then leaned in and kissed her. He pressed his hard cock against her, and her frown disappeared. She reached down for his dick, but he grabbed her hands, pressing them to the rock behind her.
“Not this time, princess,” he told her.
Her eyes narrowed, and she pushed against his hold, but he quickly dropped his mouth down to her nipple. He circled the tight nub then took it into his mouth as he let her wrists go. He knew he couldn’t hold her if she didn’t want him to. He cupped her other breast, running his thumb over the hard nub.
With his free hand, he cupped her mound. The soft hairs covering her pussy brushed against his palm. He knew her clit wasn’t in the same place as that of a human woman. He had a suspicion that her pleasure nub was deep inside her. He slid a finger deep, watching as her eyes widened in surprise. But she didn’t protest or try to move away. He smiled against her nipple as he pushed another finger deep. He searched around, wondering for a moment if he’d been wrong when he came across a raised piece of skin deep inside her. When he rubbed against it with the pads of his fingers, she groaned and tightened around him.
Uh-huh. Got you.
He continued to rub while he played with her nipples. She writhed, her whole body moving in a sensuous dance that spoke of her pleasure, her need. Satisfaction filled him that finally, he could bring her to orgasm.
“Rich! Rich!” she cried out as she came. He eased his fingers out of her passage, caught by surprise as she raised her legs, circling his waist and taking him deep inside her.
He moaned at the feeling of that warmth around him, caressing him. Her gaze was fierce as she pulled herself up and down his shaft. He cupped her buttocks with his hands, meeting her thrusts with his own until his satisfaction rolled through him. His shout of pleasure mixed with her own as she pulsed around him.
Then she took his mouth in a kiss that was rough, possessive. But he didn’t care. He was just as rough as he kissed her back, savaging her mouth.
***
Laylla felt pensive and uncertain as she led the way back to their shelter. Not only had she found her release before Rich, but he had brought her to pleasure without being inside her. Males did not do that. But this one had. He had obviously been trained differently from the men of her species. She wasn’t certain she liked it.
No, she had not liked it. She had really liked it. And that made her even more worried. How would he fit in with the other males? What would the females think? She would have to keep this a secret. It might make him the target of ridicule, and she wouldn’t allow that. He was to be her male and she would take care of him. She paused when they reached the campsite. She should return to the village. Her chest was mostly healed, there was no reason to stay.
Except tonight was the night of the ceremony, and she had no wish to return for that. The elders might insist she still go through with it even though she intended to claim Rich. She bit her lip, feeling indecisive. It was not something she normally felt. She was used to making quick decisions. She was always confident.
But she knew she couldn’t take another male to her furs. She might not have known Rich long, but he was hers.
So, in the end, the decision was easy. They would stay another night.
***
Damn it!
He’d done it again. Or she had. She’d fucked him until the point of exhaustion. The woman was insatiable. She couldn’t get enough of old Rich and really, who could blame her? But he’d been so tired after that, he’d slept all night again and missed his chance to sneak off. He couldn’t believe it. He never slept more than a few hours at a time and these past two nights he’d slept like the dead only to be woken with her mouth around his cock.
A fucking awesome orgasm was certainly a good way to start the day but not if you were a prisoner trying to escape. He needed to start thinking with his big head, not the little one. And right now, the little one was calling all the shots.
He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly as he watched Laylla climb onto the two-headed purple beast. It pranced slightly, but she easily brought it under control with a squeeze of her thighs and a sharply spoken word. His cock stirred. Jesus, hadn’t it had enough? But no, images of him being squeezed between those powerful thighs stirred him up once more.
Get a grip, man. It’s just sex.
And Santa Claus was real and going to grant his Christmas wish.
Which was to go home, of course. Not to stay here. With Laylla. Nope, that was not his Christmas wish at all.
Soon after she’d sucked him into oblivion this morning, she’d grown serious and retreated into herself. Then she’d started packing up their shelter and loading everything onto that beast. So, they were leaving. Or at least she was.
He wasn’t going with her, and it was time she realized that. Even if he did feel some regret about leaving her, he couldn’t stay here and he couldn’t take her with him. He had a goal. He had things to do. He wouldn’t have time for a female.
No, best he leave now, make his way back to his ship and wait for pick-up.
When she held her hand out to him, he shook his head. Her eyes widened; clearly, she was surprised. “Rich.”
He took a step back and shook his head. “No,” he told her in her language. So far, he had learnt about half a dozen of her words.
Then he pointed away from them towards the direction where he thought his ship had crash-landed.
She just stared at him for a moment then she whipped her hair out and circled his wrists.
“Damn it, Laylla. I am not putting up with this shit any longer,” he yelled at her. “Let me go.”
She started to slowly walk the beast forward, and he had no choice but to follow along behind. Like a slave. Or a pet.
His fury grew at each step. “One day, princess, you will be at my mercy. And then you will regret treating me like this.”
After an hour or so, she came to a stop. Then she turned to look at him. Her face was cold, shut off, her back straight. She looked like a warrior, a queen. She held out a hand to him.
“Rich.”
Not seeing that he had much choice—he refused to spend the entire day walking behind her—he let her pull him up in front of her. She clicked her tongue, and the beast took off, moving at a much faster clip than before.