Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster

the right spot. Every inch of him took her to new heights. Stretched her. In that moment she felt, knew he owned a piece of her. He was so big she could feel the veins of his shaft pulsing inside her. She’d given her consent, and he’d taken control. In. Out. Faster. Harder. She cried out as another orgasm ripped through her, the buildup so rapid she wasn’t prepared for the wave of sensation.
Before she had time to calm down, he flipped her over. “Get on your knees,” he commanded, helping her into the position he wanted. “Now spread your legs as far as you can.”
Isabella did as he directed, her whole body still a tingling, hot mess. Leaning forward, resting her head on her forearms, her bottom raised in the air, she spread her legs as wide as she could. He placed a hand on her lower back and pushed down, forcing her legs to widen even farther. She groaned, the stretch bordering on pain.
“Good. Almost there,” he rumbled. “Now take those pretty hands from under your head, reach back, and pull yourself open. Keep your head down. Eyes closed.”
Panting, she complied. Her hands shook as they pulled at the soft juncture between her bottom and her thighs, exposing her feminine sheath. Liquid heat spilled from her core. She was open, vulnerable to him once again. One minute passed. Two. She trembled in anticipation. What was he waiting for? What was he planning to do now? More liquid spilled from her. While she’d been positioning herself, he’d left the bed. Gone searching for something. She closed her eyes, waiting.
A dip in mattress told her that he’d returned. Without thinking, she opened her eyes. She couldn’t see what he was holding, but it was dark and slender. She wracked her brain, trying to think of what she had in the apartment to fit that description. Turning her head just a little, she tried to get a better look at it, but he was having none of that. Smack. Smack.
She gasped. “Ow! What the hell?” Her ass cheeks were on fire. He’d spanked her. Punished her for looking, she just knew.
Falden massaged the burn away. “I said, keep your eyes closed,” he said, his voice suddenly stern. Commanding.
Isabella shivered, her eyes once again closed. Trust really wasn’t her thing. She had a bad feeling he was going to put something in her untouched, virgin ass. Should she let him? What if it hurt? What if she didn’t like it?
As Falden knelt behind her, she couldn’t help but clench up. His hand massaging her ass didn’t help, either. “Wh-What are you going to do?”
“You’re still wet,” he said appreciatively as something cold and slender was inserted into her sheath, then removed. Her squeak of surprise only made him chuckle.
Isabella moaned. She needed him to fill her, pound into her. Not tease her with gadgets. Clenching her teeth, she ground out, “Well, can we get on with it?”
“Patience,” he murmured. “Before we’re done, I’m going to claim every inch of you. This device will stretch you so that when the time is right, my cock won’t tear you apart.”
She groaned. “Oh my God. A butt plug? Where did you get a butt plug in here?” she asked, her mind racing in confusion. She didn’t have any butt plugs. She would’ve remembered buying a freakin’ butt plug. Before she had time to think about where it may have come from, he’d placed the device at her entrance. Her rear entrance.
“Push out as I push in.” Slowly, slowly he slid the device inside her ass.
Isabella sighed in relief. The plug stretched her, but not to the point of pain. She wiggled. The sensation was strange. Erotic. She could feel it inside her. Still, she needed Falden. Needed him to fill her core. She shifted. Moaned as the plug suddenly pulsed. “Oh! What was that?”
“That was the device activating.”
Her pulse pounded. “Activating? What does that mean?” She couldn’t catch her breath. She moved again. Clenched. Her ass was full, but she was empty. “Falden, please, stop playing. I need you inside me.”
He rumbled deep in his chest. “I’m right here, my Bella.” With one long, sure stroke, he filled her. His shaft was huge, and with the addition of the plug, she thought she might come apart. It felt so good. Every stroke. Hard. Deep. The tip nudged her cervix. In. Out. Slow. Faster. The plug began to pulse with every thrust, every time he pulled out, somehow keeping the same rhythm. The more Falden pounded into her, the stronger the pulse. In, pulse, out, pulse. Every cell in her body was throbbing with need. Higher and higher he drove her, never relenting, never letting her rest. Pushing her to new peaks. One orgasm after another.
Falden gritted his teeth. Hammered Isabella with his cock. He’d never felt so amazing. She was perfect. She squeezed his cock, milked him. His balls drew up tight. With one final stroke, he came deep inside her.
Isabella screamed again as his seed splashed her womb. Hot, pulsing seed. Her inner walls spasmed again, greedy for more of the liquid, milking every drop from his shaft.
The pulse in her ass subsided in time with Falden’s shaft. She couldn’t hold herself up anymore, her knees like jelly.
Falden eased her down, one arm locked securely around her, still inside her. They lay like that, intertwined, replete, for long minutes. His stomach rumbled. They hadn’t eaten since the night before. “We should get up. Then get something to eat. Are you hungry?”
Isabella thought about food, but her appetite seemed to have disappeared along with all her good sense. “No food. Sleep,” she said, yawning.
Falden eased out of her, stood, grabbed her ankle and began pulling her to the edge of the bed.
“Hey!” she grouched, too relaxed to do much else. “What are you doing?”
Falden swooped her up over his shoulder with ease, a half growl, half laugh coming from deep in his chest. The sound