Battling Rapture by Stormie Kent

Author:Stormie Kent [Kent, Stormie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Amazon: B00B2MP6Y0
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.
Published: 2013-01-18T05:00:00+00:00

She forced her body to remain relaxed, even as stupid vulnerability sneaked up on her. The desire to pull away from him and keep their relationship just sex was powerful. Excruciating, even.

Lord, the man had just fucked her as though he was seeking out new frontiers and staking a claim. While her pussy was all for being claimed, her mind was not. She was a one-woman show. Other people were for amusement and to check her groceries at the store so she wouldn’t starve. She didn’t need anyone else. She wasn’t looking for a relationship. She didn’t cohabitate. Ever.

But really, could that be it? He barely knew her. She didn’t do what he asked without having to be coerced. She wasn’t nice to him. It had to be her imagination. He wasn’t planning on keeping her. That would be a disastrous plan. No, he was just holding onto her so she would be close when little Rhine was rested again.

Though she might need a nap first.

Rhine moved. She held onto him as he stood. He was incredibly strong to lift her straight from a reclining position and her pussy squeezed him slightly in reflex. He threw the covers back, then lay back down, still holding her one handed.

“I will take care of your sexual needs later. I must sleep before my shift in a few hours,” he said.

He was a little blunt at times. He wasn’t giving her pussy a tune-up, for goodness sake. She shifted and accidentally elbowed him in the stomach. He didn’t even grunt. He did rub her back soothingly.

She was just about to tell him to cut it out when he kissed the top of her head and apparently turned her into a blushing, tingling sixteen-year-old girl. Maybe it would be fine this one time. She wasn’t going to develop a habit in seven days. Didn’t it take twenty-eight days for habits to form? She’d be extra careful when they reached his planet. Planets were big places. They couldn’t be together all the time.

She could go to sleep since her worries were taken care of. She allowed the hand caressing her back to lull her to sleep.

* * * * *

She awoke clutching a pillow to her stomach. Alone. She guessed he’d already gone to relieve Tor and Olaf on the bridge. She looked around for a moment and then gave in. She brought the pillow to her nose and sniffed. Her eyes closed automatically and her empty pussy clenched. She’d know the man’s smell anywhere.

He was redolent with a musky spice, but with a fresh scent interwoven with it similar to…mint. His scent was masculine like cedar wood or sandalwood. She took one last sniff and reluctantly released the pillow. She wasn’t going to sit around mooning over the man. Her stiff muscles needed a shower.

Standing, she winced. She wished the bathing room held a tub. Every thrust of his cock caused pleasure, but he was rather large. He was larger than any man she’d seen outside a porno and definitely larger than anything she’d ever let pound her sensitive flesh.

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