5
Angela
Reality came crashing back. I’d had s*x—epic s*x—with a guest. Not just any guest, but an alien. An alien so famous he was known across the globe as the latest bachelor beast. God, it had been good. No, amazing. Incredible. Not just the first time when he’d set me up high on a chair on the bed, but when he’d lifted me, ditched the chair, and took me once more. Then a third time. Any guy I knew would need time to recover. It was as if Braun could go all day.
My p***y was now spoiled by an alien lover, and I had no idea what I was going to do for the rest of my life. I was sore because he was big. I was sated because he was skilled.
I glanced at Braun, who was sprawled across the bed on the angle, the only way his large body wouldn’t hang off the edge. The sheets and blankets we
