Some X-Rated Alien Love…

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Zwyk’s lips crushed against hers as Rory slid her hands up his back, fisting his shirt. She ground herself against him, not feeling like they were anywhere near close enough. The bulge in his jeans promised a night of wild passion — if she could just get him out of his clothes. His hands roamed from her shoulders to her hips. He cupped her ass and brought her tighter against his body. Rory squirmed against him, the pressure of their bodies rubbing her clit in the most delicious way.

She reached for the buttons on his shirt, popping one free after another until the garment slid down his arms. Her hands coasted over his bare chest and abs, loving every ridge and dip. His muscles flexed under her touch and Rory clenched her thighs together to ease the ache that was building. His hands slid around to cup her ass and Zwyk lifted her until her legs were wrapped around his waist. Rory flexed her hips, rubbing the ridge of his cock against her pussy.

He walked to the nearest wall, pressing her against it, and ground against her. Rory couldn’t stop the moan that rose to her lips as she sank her fingers into his hair, pulling him down for another kiss. Zwyk pulled away and released her long enough to work her jeans and panties off, then he unfastened his jeans. His cock sprang out, long and hard. Rory licked her lips in anticipation. She wanted him. Needed him.

Zwyk nipped her jaw. “I’ll let you decide what happens next, as long as the end result is my cock buried inside of you.”

Her legs trembled at the promise in his words. Rory spun and placed her hands against the wall, thrusting her ass out at him. It was all the invitation Zwyk needed, entering her with one, long stroke. She cried out as he filled her, her greedy pussy never wanting to let him go. He began to thrust hard and deep, every slide sending sparks straight to her clit and making her nipples harden.

You can purchase Rory and the Alien Groom from:

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About the Book:

Humiliation burns through Zwyk as he comes to the realization his bride has left him standing alone at the altar. When something seems too good to be true, it usually is. He should have known someone as vivacious as his bride-to-be would never settle for a paper pushing, XBox playing geek like him. While his heart isn’t exactly broken, his pride is wounded, and his confidence has taken a hit.

Rory hates that she had to tell Zwyk her sister has run away instead of marrying him. Well, she hates the pain her sister caused. She can’t exactly say she’s sorry the wedding is off. Maybe now she can make Zwyk see what’s been right under his nose this entire time — her.

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