Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“What’s wrong with me?” she asked in a small voice and her green eyes were suspiciously bright. “Is it something to do with the Bacillus Aurum?”
“I’m afraid so.” Brandt nodded again. “You see, in some cases it causes a woman to need a male’s touch in order to come and to express her nectar—that is the origin of the Terian milking culture.”
“It is?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“It is,” he affirmed. “I think what you need right now is a release from a male—from your Master. And since I’m the only one who has handled your body since we came here, it makes sense your body would respond to me in that way. Here—let me try something.”
He lifted two fingers to his lips, sucking them slowly and deliberately, before lowering them to her again. “Open for me, little Lexi,” he murmured. “Let me try to help you.”
Biting her lip, she did as he said, parting her thighs though he could see the pain and doubt in her lovely face. But she trusted him and opened anyway—the thought made his heart twist painfully for some reason.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “I’ll be very gentle—I promise.”
He stroked her swollen outer lips with gentle pressure. She stiffened, but then melted with a shuddering moan.
“Oh…that does feel better.”
“That’s what I thought.” His mouth curved slightly. “Scoot over.”
She shifted, and he climbed onto the bed beside her. He drew her soft, curvy body against his chest, her head resting on his bicep.
She stiffened at first, but Brandt leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
“Relax, little Lexi. I’m just going to make you feel better,” he murmured.
“All…all right.” She relaxed, melting against him and he felt his heart fist in his chest. Why did she feel so good against him—so right?
He tried to push the emotion away and focus on the problem at hand. He had to heal her. He sucked his fingers again, savoring the taste of her juices.
“Part your thighs for me again, Alexandra,” he ordered, his voice dipping to a hungry growl. “I’m going to stroke your soft little pussy until you come for me.”
Her breath caught and she looked up at him with wide eyes…but she obeyed. Her legs fell open, exposing herself to him completely.
“Good girl,” Brandt murmured soothingly. He slipped his fingertips into her pussy and stroked her slowly, circling her swollen clit. “Look at you spreading your pussy for me. You want my fingers inside you again, don’t you?”
She whimpered, her hips twitching.
“Yes…please.”
“That’s better.” He slipped two fingers inside her, groaning at the tight, wet grip of her body. “Gods, you’re so tight. Your pussy is sucking me in already. You were made for this.”
Her moans filled the room. She clung to his arm, her nails biting into his skin.
“Take me deeper,” he murmured, pumping his fingers steadily. “Feel how good that is? Your sweet little cunt loves my touch. You’re dripping for me, Alexandra. Such a good girl.”
He wasn’t sure where the words were coming from—they just rose to his lips and Alexandra responded eagerly, panting and moaning and working her hips, eagerly accepting his fingers inside her.
He pressed his thumb to her clit, circling it in firm, steady strokes as he continued to finger-fuck her.
“Oh…Oh, Dr. Brandt! Oh, please!” She bucked against him, crying out, her juices coating his hand. He angled his fingers, curling them inside her to rub the special pleasure spot he knew human women have until she almost sobbed.
“Oh God…getting so close!”
“Spread wider,” he growled. “That’s it. Take my fingers nice and deep.” He bent his head close, his mouth at her ear. “Listen to yourself moan for me. You love this—you love having me finger your wet pussy. Say it.”
Her eyes squeezed shut, her voice breaking, she gave him what he wanted.
“I…yes! I love it!” she moaned.
“Good—now beg me for it. Beg me to finger your soft pussy.”
Her cheeks got even hotter but she didn’t hesitated.
“Please, Dr. Brandt—I need you to…to finger me. To stroke my pussy,” she moaned.
“That’s my girl,” he growled, thrusting harder, faster, his thumb circling her clit in perfect rhythm. “Now tell me you need to come, Alexandra.”
“I do—I need to!” she sobbed. “Please…please make me come!”
“That’s what I’m doing.” He could feel how close she was. He fucked even deeper with his fingers and growled in her ear, “Come for me, little Lexi. Let it all go. Let me feel your pussy milking my fingers.”
Her climax crashed over her, raw and unstoppable and Brandt watched her eagerly as she came.
She cried out, body convulsing as her pussy clenched around his fingers, releasing in hot, pulsing waves. Her juices gushed, soaking his hand, dripping down his wrist. He held her through it, his free arm wrapped tight around her, not letting her go.
“Good girl,” he murmured in her ear. “Such a good girl to come so hard for me.”