Page 40 of Alien Peacock

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Page 40 of Alien Peacock

The sharp intake of breath from above tells me he didn’t expect it.

“Thatshouldbe a custom,” he breathes shakily.

I wet my lips and unsexily drool some out on his tip. “Actually,thisis the fake custom.”

I open as wide as I can and take the whole head of his cock into my mouth. It slides easily enough, and I let my hands slide down the shaft, too.

“Oh dear void…” he growls. “That’s incredible…”

I can’t take him that deep, but I use my tongue in a swirling motion to give him as much pleasure as I can. God knows he deserves it. After all he’s done for me, with great cost to himself, losing his ship and being shot many times, this is the least I can do for him.

But I can’t fool myself. This isn’t because he deserves it. This is whatIwant.

And I want more than this. Much more.

Arelion’s breath has become irregular, and when I look up at him, his eyes have taken on a glassy look. It may be time to move on before I take it too far.

With one hand on his cock, I unzip my suit and pull it halfway off. Kicking off my boots, I have to disengage completely to get my suit off.

Arelion gets rid of his pants and then helps me take my bra off. There’s no ceremony here — we’re both more than ready for this. And he’s seen all of me before.

With me bared for him, he takes me into his arms, his cock a hard presence between us.

“I like fake Earth customs,” he growls hoarsely as he lifts me. “One day, I will show you an Eoan custom.”

I follow the most natural move in that position and curl my thighs around his waist. “What is it?”

His yellow eyes bore through me, crystal clear. “One day.”

He kisses me, first softly and then becoming more demanding. I lean into it, wanting to enjoy all the good things life will offer me before I get myself into some kind of deadly trouble again.

“Is that,” I pant when we disengage, “because I made you wait for my custom and it turned out to be fake?”

“Yes. I will punish you by making you wait for my custom. Because mine…” he kisses me again, “...is a real one.”

I throw my arms around his neck to keep myself upright. In this position, I’m spread wide open for anything coming from below. “Now I’m curious.”

Something is sliding against my girly parts, something hard and insistent.

“How curious are you?” Arelion growls. His hands are holding me up, and he lowers me a half inch.

The hardness right under me is making firm contact, spreading my most sensitive parts.

“More than that,” I breathe.

He lowers me another half inch. “This curious?”

I gasp. Now the tip of his cock is at my entrance, pointing the right way. “More.”

He lowers me again, and with a wet little squelch, his cock penetrates a tight spot. “More than that?”

“Yes,” I moan. “More.”

He stays there. “You’re a very curious woman.”

I clench his neck between my arms, practically trembling from anticipation. “Is that bad?”

“Everyone should be this curious,” he growls into my ear as he lowers me again.




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