She moaned against his tongue as her arms curled around his shoulders and she clawed at him through the shirt. It didn’t tear no matter how much she tried to burrow through the cotton to reach his skin with her fingernails. True used his hold on her h*ps to keep her locked in place as he rolled his hips, tormenting her until she was ready to come in her pants. Her legs adjusted higher, wrapping tighter around his waist.

He stopped moving and she wanted to scream when he pulled away from her mouth. They both panted. She opened her eyes again, staring up at him.

“Let go.”

She eased her hold on him and leaned back a little, her hands bracing on the dresser.

“Wh—”

She gasped when he tore at her shirt, shredding it apart as easily as if it were paper. He threw it behind him. His shirt was torn over his head next, baring that sexy chest. She reached up and touched his skin, loving how warm and firm he felt under her hands. She worshiped him with her gaze and touch.

His eyes lowered to her bare br**sts and he lifted her higher until she wasn’t seated on the hard surface anymore. He dipped his head and she gripped his shoulders to keep her balance. One of his hands palmed a breast while his mouth covered the other. He didn’t gently lick her or tease her. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, letting his sharp teeth scrape over the sensitive tip. She moaned as he sucked on her harder and she tightened her legs around his waist. The sensation shot to her cl*t when he ground his pelvis against the vee of her sweats.

She was going to come and her pants were still on. She moaned and thrashed, clinging to him, arching her back and trying to buck her h*ps against the hard length of his c**k trapped inside his pants. A growl tore from his throat and his mouth released her breast. His head rose, his eyes narrowed. He looked wild and sexy as their gazes met.

“Too rough?” he growled.

She shook head, her body aching too much to care if he was rough. He released her breast and grasped the back of her sweats. She felt a tug and heard material tear. She looked down. He’d torn the sweats apart down the back. His hands gripped the material on the sides of her thighs and tore them more, until her pu**y was bared to his view. One more strong jerk and he completely removed them and tossed them aside.

True eased her down until her bare ass rested on the dresser and wiggled his fingers between their bodies, grabbed at his own pants next and yanked the front of them to free his dick.

She twisted enough to peer down at the limited space between them to stare at his cock. It appeared unbelievably hard and it jerked a bit as though it moved with each heartbeat. She couldn’t look away from the thick, rigid flesh between them.

He was beautiful to her. Large but she had expected that. Nothing on a New Species male would be small. The head of his c**k was thicker than the shaft, slightly mushroomed, and perfectly formed.

“Jeanie?” He demanded her attention with barely restrained urgency in his gruff voice.

She looked up at his face.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

His mouth came down on hers again. One of his arms hooked around her h*ps and he set her on his forearm to protect her ass from the unforgiving surface. He used his hand between them to adjust his c**k until the thick tip nudged her very wet pu**y. The shock of the sudden stretch of her vaginal muscles as he filled her and the pleasure she felt made her cry out against his mouth. He froze, pulling away from the kiss.

His intense gaze searched her eyes, gauging her reaction.

“Don’t stop. It feels so good I can’t help but be vocal,” she assured him.

He snarled and pushed inside her deeper, to fully possess her body. His mouth found hers again, kissing her frantically as he bucked his hips, pounding in and out of her hard and fast.

Jeanie moaned her pleasure and tore her mouth from his, terrified she’d bite his tongue. Her legs squeezed tighter around his waist as her arms braced on his shoulders. He adjusted his hold on her until both his hands gripped her ass to hold her in place while he kept driving up inside her. She couldn’t tell if it hurt or if it just felt so good it overloaded her senses but she knew she’d die if he stopped.

His c**k seemed to grow thicker, as if it was swelling. His body shook as his muscles tensed. He moved faster and that was all it took for Jeanie. She moaned louder as pleasure lanced through her body. She buried her face against his shoulder and screamed out as the cl**ax struck.

He made a noise—a combination that was somewhere between a shout and a groan. His c**k definitely swelled inside her and she felt him coming too. Jet after strong jet of his se**n bathed her inside. His h*ps stilled, locked against her and his large body shuddered. He gasped a few times.

“Oh wow,” Jeanie panted. She licked his injured skin and brushed a kiss where she’d left bite marks on the curve of his neck. She hadn’t broken the skin but it was noticeable enough to make out her dental pattern. “I bit you. I’m sorry.”

He chuckled softly. “I liked it. Bite me often.”

His hands released her ass and he wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her tightly to his body. He turned, walking, still locked inside her. His dick, deeply buried inside her pu**y, tugged with each motion of his body. She whimpered a few times from being oversensitive and the large man inside her made her aware of his presence with every step he took. He reached back and forced her legs higher as he sat on the bed so she was on his lap. He lifted his hands when he wasn’t holding her weight anymore to tenderly cup her face.

“I’ve never had sex that way before.” He seemed shocked. “It felt so good. Are you okay?” He glanced between their bodies at the place where she’d been shot.