him and stolen the transport. Not to mention the stiff
set of her slender shoulders and defiance in her eyes when she’d faced
him earlier. And now, even as he started to take her, Kel could sense
what wasn’t actually resistance but maybe insubordination.
In other words, she didn’t really disagree, she just wanted to
argue.
Too bad. He was a bit too far gone for changing his mind and he’d
given her more opportunity than necessary to change hers.
Fuck . She was exquisitely tight. Just as he’d imagined the first
time she’d stepped on board the ship and he’d taken in a deep breath.
Those long slender legs were open in welcome, but her body was
tense beneath him and he had to do something to make her relax. He
was well-endowed and she was half-bred. The discrepancy could
cause pain or give sublime pleasure. The difference was the attitude
of the participants.
“Let me in,” he whispered, touching his mouth to hers, his hand
sliding between their almost joined bodies. “My size will make you
feel good if you relax, Peyton. Your body can do this, I promise.”
“I hope you’re right,” she said in a voice that sounded strangled
but her hot little pussy loosened a fraction and he slid in another
crucial inch. Perfect. Kel stifled a groan of satisfaction. God, she was
warm and wet and ready.
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His hand worked against her breast, lightly squeezing and
fondling. She had the kind of perfect tits he liked, not really large but
very feminine with pert rose crests. Now, with her lustrous brunette
hair spilled over his bed and her gold-green eyes glazed in passion—
perhaps resistant passion, but he knew the signs—Lieutenant Valmont
resembled any man’s wet dream, all long supple limbs and silken
skin.
His for the taking. He pushed in a little more, noting it was getting
easier. The lady was hot and slick.
“I need to be all the way in.” He nibbled on her lower lip, sinking
deeper. “You’ll find it worth it.”
“So arrogant, Commander.” She arched and shifted, panting.
Her feisty attitude should irritate him. He certainly had been
furious over her daring earlier. But he found he liked her spirit and
independence.
Almost as much as he liked her warm, enticing body. “Let’s call it
a calculated conclusion based on experience.” He kissed her neck,
working at it, his cock going deeper.
And deeper.
All the way. To his balls. The hug of her inner muscles rippled a
telling shudder of pleasure through him. He withdrew, rocked a little
forward and sank back in, exerting pressure on her clit.
Peyton dug her nails into his shoulders and gasped.
“Good?” he asked tersely, not used to a female with such little
experience. She’d been disappointed before.
Not this time. It was a silent vow.
“I…yes,” she admitted. “Oh.”
“Thank the stars,” he muttered, setting himself against her as he
really started to move. In and out, one long slow stroke after another,
the erotic rhythm as old as the universe. His cock pulsed, his blood
raced, and the exquisite tightness of her vaginal passage made him
wonder if he would hold on or embarrass himself.
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At least she’d started to pant. He felt the breathless exhales
against his neck with acute sensitivity to the growing enthusiasm of
the female beneath him. She moaned, and since he could give an
educated guess she didn’t want to moan, he felt a flicker of triumph.
Her hands slid over his shoulders and she arched into his next thrust.
Good girl. That’s it . Let’s do this together .
“Oh…ooh.” Peyton’s eyes closed as if she was concentrating on
something, hopefully the erotic rhythm of their joined bodies. With
his forefinger he massaged her clit with each inward glide of his cock.
His traitorous body finally decided he was going to embarrass
himself, and he didn’t care.
To his relief, at that crucial moment, she went wild beneath him. It
happened
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