Page 26 of Alien War Daddy's Got Rizz
He takes in my flushed skin, my swollen lips, the sheen of sweat clinging to my collarbones. And hesmiles—that same half-wicked, half-awed expression that wrecked me the first time I saw it.
“Turn over,” he says.
My breath hitches.
But I obey.
I feel the brush of cool air as I shift, feel the couch’s fabric scrape against my knees and palms as I position myself. The heat of him behind me is immediate—a living furnace pressed to my back as his hands trace the curve of my ass.
“So perfect,” he murmurs.
I barely have time to process the compliment before his fingers slide inside me.
My cry echoes against the walls.
He works me open, slow but demanding, until I’m panting into the cushion. Until every muscle in my body is strung tight with need. Until I can barely think through the fire curling low in my belly.
“I’m going to ruin you,” he says, his voice a low rasp against the back of my neck. “And you’re going tothankme for it.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”
He pulls his fingers free with one last lazy stroke, and then I feel him shift behind me.
The weight of his desire is impossible to ignore.
When he finally presses himself against me, I shudder.
Not just from size.
Fromwant.
From the unbearable anticipation of being filled by him. Of finally knowing all of him. Of letting himhaveme.
But he doesn’t enter me.
Not yet.
Instead, he says, “Show me how much you want this.”
I glance back.
He’s sitting now—lazily, legs spread wide, cock hard and dark and glistening with restraint.
“Come,” he says, crooking a finger. “On your knees, little star.”
I go to him.
Gladly.
Because this is not about obedience.
This is abouthunger.
I settle between his thighs, eyes locked to his. He watches every movement with an intensity that steals my breath.
“You want this?” he asks.
I nod, lips parting.
