‘Call me Covid,’ he said.
There was something about being wrapped in his arms. She should have been scared, but instead she felt safe. The safest she’d ever felt.
She looked up at him. His eyes were striking, like a goat’s, but without the sideways pupils. She couldn’t look away. And they seemed to be growing. Bigger. Wider. Sexier.
But Alexa suddenly realised they weren’t getting bigger.
They were getting closer.
So close she could see the details in his face. The spike proteins lapping away from his skin.
His lips. So close she could taste them.
His tongue, so soft and hot, like a chunk of microwaved fish, sloshing around inside her mouth.
A big hand grabbed at her even bigger breast, clinging on like he was climbing a mountain. Covid tore at her lab coat, revealing her perfectly round perfect breasts. He lowered his neck and chewed away her bra, allowing it to drop to the floor so her breasts were unleashed. They bounced around like water balloons glistening in the summer sun. She had nice nipples.
Covid licked Alexa up and down. Her knees buckled and she fell, but Covid reacted fast and caught her, laying her down softly on the cool, tiled floor.
But she didn’t want him to have all the fun. She snatched at his pants, ripping what remained of them away, and releasing his beast of a cock. It swelled like a balloon being filled with helium, rising up, standing to command, begging for her to take it in her hands.
She grabbed it and began to stroke it up and down. Covid groaned but didn’t stop lapping at Alexa’s body. His cock rocked up and down with appreciation, the veins bulging out further than she’d ever seen.
She took him deep into her mouth, her throat stretching as he continued to grow, but this only enticed her more as she took more and more of his cock, slobbering all over it and grunting with appreciation.
Then he pulled it out and it made a popping sound.
Pop.
And he spun her over, clamping his hands down on her ass, spreading her cheeks wide so he could thrust his warbling member deep into her pocket of ecstasy.
It was like an earthquake had hit the lab. Covid thrust and thrust and thrust and all Alexa could do was grab hold of the table legs and try not to crack her teeth on the floor as she lay there open-mouthed, gasping, desperate to cry out in pleasure but not able to make a single sound.
Her pussy tightened around Covid’s cock, and his grunting made it tighten further. She’d never experienced anything like it, and as she came her entire body spasmed and she writhed around like a bumble ball with no off switch.
A firm hand cracked against her ass and Covid grunted like a thunderclap. He filled her with love lotion, which oozed out instantly and spread right across the floor. That will, without a doubt, thought Alexa, take a long time to clean up.
But Alexa didn’t care. She’d just been fucked like she’d never been fucked before. She felt amazing. She felt alive. She felt…
What was this feeling?
A warmth, both inside and out.
Bubbly, like cola, ran through her veins.
As Covid wrapped her up in his arms like she was the filling in a burrito, she realised that she never wanted to be apart from him. She wanted to spend eternity encased in his warming warmth.
Was this… love?
She’d never felt it before. Lust, absolutely, but love?
Never.
So, was this it?
Was it?
Was… it…?
She looked up into Covid’s eyes and he stared right back.
Her heart raced. Sweat poured from her pores.
He had, undoubtedly, taken her breath away.
For the rest of the evening Alexa and Covid remained in their embracing embrace, barely able to take their eyes away from one another. Gone were Alexa’s worries. No more did she mourn Dr Gurtlychund. Missing was her aching to be savaged vaginally.
She had listened to her heart, and vagina, and allowed herself to succumb to Covid’s charm. She had ignored what her head had said, the dread, and instead… she had embraced love.
She lay still and listened to Covid’s heart.
And she closed her eyes.
And she rested.
And rested.
And—
About The Author
M.J. Edwards
During the Coronavirus pandemic of 2020 M.J. Edwards turned her hand to writing, combining the two biggest parts of her life at that moment: the virus and sex.
She hopes that you enjoy this book. Any similarities to real life situations are purely coincidental. She lives in Surrey with her husband and nineteen ferrets.
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