Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 124077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
This time there was no need to pretend.
“Oh, God!” she moaned, pulling the buzzing bullet away from her sensitive clit. God, she was getting so close here–close to coming which was something she’d never done before in the VIP lounge.
“Again,” he commanded softly, his eyes blazing as he watched her. “I love watching you make yourself feel good.”
Terra liked it too. For the first time ever, she was actually enjoying her time in the VIP lounge.
She began to move, grinding her bare, wet pussy against the massive, cloth-covered ridge of his cock once more. At the same time, she pressed the buzzing silver bullet to her over sensitized clit.
The dual stimulation was insane—the hard, unyielding pressure of him against her swollen lips and the frantic, targeted buzz against her sensitive little button was driving her crazy. She was right on the edge of a cliff, and the fall was going to be catastrophic but still she couldn’t stop.
Taurex reached out with his free hand, the one not holding the feather. He took the remote for the vibrator from the shelf and his thumb hovered over the button.
“You are so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So wet for me. So responsive.”
Then he pressed the button.
The vibrator jumped to a higher, more intense setting. The buzz became a roar in her blood. The coil of pleasure in her belly pulled taut…tighter and tighter until…
“Oh, God… Taurex…” she sobbed, his name rising to her lips as her hips bucked erratically against him. She was mindless, a creature of pure need. The scent of him—leather and musk and male—filled her lungs, overwhelming her senses in the best way.
It was the scent of her own undoing.
With a final roll of her hips, the coil in her belly snapped and pleasure detonated through her–a white-hot supernova that wiped out every thought, every worry, every shred of her old life.
She cried out–a raw, needy sound–as her pussy clenched around nothing, gushing wetness against his trousers. Her legs gave out entirely, and she would have collapsed if his hands hadn’t shot out—finally touching her—to grasp her hips, holding her upright against him as she rode out the violent, endless waves of her climax.
This time when his skin met hers, she didn’t get a rush of images. But she did feel a strange connection she’d never felt with any other client. Hell, she’d never felt it with any other person in her life period. She suddenly felt like she knew the big Monstrum–knew him in a way she’d never known anyone else. Which made no sense at all, but she was too shaken by her orgasm to dissect the strange sensation.
Slowly, tremulously, the world seeped back in. The red light of the booth…the distant music…the feel of his big hands, warm and solid on her bare skin. The feel of his own harsh, ragged breaths stirring her hair.
Slowly, Terra became aware she was slumped against his chest, utterly spent, naked and trembling. She had just had the most powerful, real orgasm of her life in the VIP booth of The Doll House, with a Minotaur alien as her witness and her catalyst.
And she had no idea what the hell happened next.
6
TAUREX
A connection had most definitely formed between them–Taurex could tell by the way he was able to catch flashes of her life when he touched her bare skin.
She didn’t do this by choice, he suddenly understood. This line of work was not what she wanted. She did it only because her younglings and elderly parent would starve if she wasn’t able to pay her bills and buy them food.
Also, her orgasm had been real. He saw in her mind that she had faked a thousand orgasms in this very room with other clients, but none had affected her the way he had. She felt the connection too–felt it on a visceral level even if she didn’t yet realize it cognitively.
The realization made him want her even more. He hadn’t thought it was possible to form this kind of connection with a woman outside his own species. And since there were no more female Monstrum, except for the ancient priestesses who inhabited the Sacred Grove on the Monstrum Mother Ship, he had never expected to feel this level of oneness with a woman.
But the curvy little human had proved him wrong in the best possible way.
Without thinking, he spoke what he was getting from her aloud, as his people always did when they felt that special mental connection.
“You do not wish to do this job,” he said to her. “But you have to in order to survive.”
“Huh?” Terra looked at him, confused, her eyes still clouded with pleasure.
“You only do this to take care of your parent and your younglings,” he went on.
Terra frowned, a look of confusion crossing her lovely face.