Zenithia, Xyib*eepthxnin. If you think his name is difficult to
pronounce, his thick alien staff is even harder to choke down.
X’s search for a docile breedmate leads him to California
because he knows Earth Girls Are Easy. Then he meets Prairie.
Docile and easy? Doubtful.
let the innocent name fool you. This street girl knows a scam when she sees
one, and she’s pretty sure X is either a serial killer or an escapee from the
psych ward. The thing is, she’s running from trouble of her own and he’s so
smoking hot she figures why not?
for the galactic ride until she figures out X isn’t alien-spoofing her. After
her introduction to smoldering cross-species sex and the king’s sweeter side,
Prairie has a choice to make. Should she stay or should she go?
taken out of her hands when one particular challenge for X’s love ends with her
life in peril.
jealous, Prairie.” X’s voice rumbled deliciously from the widest chest I’d ever
tipped up one corner of his mouth.
another word, he began to undress, and I was once again treated to the insane
sight of his incredibly muscled body. He stopped with the lacings of his pants
coming undone, revealing the root of his impressively thick cock.
his head, licking across my lips before delving inside. I trembled with
awareness of him, my hands roaming to the ropey sinews of his shoulders. Before
I even knew it, he’d completely disrobed me, leaving me in only the humungo
necklace and nipples so tight I thought I’d come if he so much as touched them.
hands on the lacings of his leathers, watching with a hungry smile as my
fingers pulled them open one by one.
pounded harder. My pussy got wetter and wetter. The peaks of my breasts rubbed
against the heated glossy skin of his chest.
pants down, down, down, my breath caught in my throat at the feast of flesh
presented in front of me.
still gleamed from the earlier oil treatment, and I stood quivering in front of
fuck.” His voice came out like sexual thunder, sending a bolt of dirty desire
zinging desperately through me.
clenched, but when he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed, I held up my
lewd length kicking up from his groin, veins pulsing all over, the big domed
head pushing out one drop of liquid after another. “Seriously though, is that
thing really for real? Or is it just another hologram?”
touched my cock earlier. Did it feel real?” He wrapped a massive fist around
the base jutting from his body and stroked all the long way up to the tip.
my thighs spread, and I felt myself dripping all over the bedding.
eyes—gleaming nearly fluorescent green—latched onto the sight of my pussy, and
his lips curled off his teeth, nostrils flaring.
at the primal sight of him as he crawled up between my legs, pushing them wider
and wider apart with his sheer size.
his cockhead touched my labia, sizzling heat rippled through my body, but my
hands rose again to push at his chest.
second thought you can’t fuck me with that thing. No way will it fit.”
tonight I will stretch you.”
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Some of her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys and Bad Boys of Retribution MC series.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
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