The Visitor: Alien Hunger Special Edition by Kaitlyn O'Connor

back up the couch and
sprawled on top of her, covering the tip of one breast almost in
the same motion.
    Chelsey arched against him as if the
suction of his mouth had pulled her into a bow, squeezing her eyes
tightly as fire poured through her and created a lava pool in her
belly. He teased and suckled the nipple he’d captured until she was
grinding her teeth and then released it abruptly, nuzzling her
breasts in search of the other. She tangled her fingers in his hair
as he found it, latching onto it with such enthusiasm she thought
for a moment she would pass out.
    “ Garryk!” she gasped, torn
between the urge to pry him lose and an equal reluctance for him to
stop.
    Garryk jerked his head upward in
response to the distress in her voice. Unfortunately, he didn’t let
go of her nipple quite as quickly. Electricity shot through her
when he stretched it and let go abruptly. After staring at her face
blankly for a moment, he surged upward to cover her mouth, shoving
his hand between them to wrestle with his own jeans. The teeth of
the zipper snagged his boxers on the way down and refused to budge.
After wrestling with it a moment, he grabbed his cock and tried to
pry it out, hissing into her mouth as he bent his painfully swollen
member nearly in half.
    Abandoning that option instantly, he
broke the kiss, burrowed his face against the arm of the couch for
leverage and lifted off of her enough to grab his jeans with both
hands. A piece of the zipper flew off as they yielded to his force.
Shoving them down his hips, he grabbed his cock again and stabbed
blindly at her cleft several times until he finally rang the hole
he’d been searching frantically for.
    She grunted, bowing up and shifting
away from him as he thrust. “Wrong hole!” she gasped.
    “ Sorry!” Garryk muttered,
dragging his cock upward a fraction and heaving again. To his
relief, he felt her flesh close around his cock in greeting.
Curling one arm around her shoulders to hold her in place, he
worked feverishly against the yielding surfaces he had to deal
with—the couch beneath his knees and her body—climbing inside her
by tortuous degrees until he’d burrowed as far as he could go. He
didn’t want to stop then. Her flesh had clamped around the entire
length of his cock from root to tip, making it throb so agonizingly
that it took his mind a few moments to catch up to the fact that he
couldn’t drive any deeper.
    He stopped, panting for
breath, struggling with the feverish urge to pump when he knew that
was all it would take to blow his load and end the party. He
squeezed his eyes tightly, trying to divert his mind to something
else. All he could think about, though, was the urge he was
fighting and the fact that it felt so good he wanted to stay
perfectly still and enjoy it as long as he could stand it without
having a heart attack. “ Gezis , mabay !” he gasped.
“ Diz feedle jizit !”
    Bad move! As soon as he’d voiced his
pleasure it ripped his efforts for control right out of his hands.
His hips jerked as his belly spasmed almost painfully with the war
between his mind for control and his body’s urges. Realizing he’d
lost the battle, he began to pump into her frantically, trying to
push her over the top before he ran out of steam. Luckily, he’d
primed her thoroughly. She bucked against him after a few feverish
strokes and then groaned as the muscles along her channel began
clenching and relaxing around him.
    He felt like he was being gutted. He’d
pumped everything he had into her earlier. His body strained harder
to eject the little semen he’d managed to accumulate since. He was
so wrung out with the effort by the time it finally stopped, he
couldn’t move, could barely breathe. It occurred to him that he was
probably crushing her with his weight, but he couldn’t seem to
gather enough strength even to roll off for several minutes.
Finally, he managed to heave himself upward enough to roll between
her and the back of the