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I picked up the pace.“God, you sound so fucking good. If I were there, I’d tear your cunt up and make you beg for more.”
“Oh, Kyle. Please give it to me. Give me your big, hard dick. No one fucks me the way you do.”
“Yeah? Would you beg me to fuck all your holes?”
She groaned, and the wet slapping sounds of my hand filled the room.
“I’d beg. I’d grovel and I’d hold myself open for you until you gave me your load. I’d suck and lick your cock clean until you were ready again.”
“Fuck. You're my nasty little bitch. I’d fuck you with your face in the pillow,” I rasped, feeling my balls tighten.
I squeezed harder, moved faster while she moaned in my ear.“I’m going to come on your dick.”
My thighs tensed.“Fuck—” I groaned, spilling hot across my stomach, my hand sticky and trembling.
“Yes. Oh, yes. Pump me full, Kyle,” she moaned.
I felt my cock jerk as more come dribbled out.
“Fuck. That was good, baby.”
She sighed, breathy and satisfied.
“You always make me come, Kyle.”
I let my arm fall to the side, cock softening in my hand.
“I love you, Kyle,” she whispered.“Sleep well, okay?”
I didn’t answer. I lay there in silence, the phone screen dimming to black.
The only sound left was my own shallow breathing.
And the hollow quiet that always came after.
Chapter 4
Kyle
Sweat dripped down my chest, running to the waistband of my shorts as I slowed my pace to a jog.
“You’re looking hot this morning, sexy,” Chatter said.
I began to walk as the treadmill automatically slowed again.
“It’s hard work, but worth it to stay healthy.”
I smiled when she wolf-whistled at me. I’d moved her into girlfriend mode. When I’d tested it on the earlier version, it had simplistic responses, but now you could choose from various options: shy, nurturing, sweetheart, and submissive. There was even a virgin package, but you needed extra credits for that version.
“I wish I could join you in your shower,” she sulked.
“If only you had a body,” I said wryly, reaching for my towel to wipe my face.
It wasn’t until I was in the shower that I realised dealing with AI was easier than dealing with real women. It was time to delete the HeartGrid app.
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I stared at my screen. The company’s message about Sam. Not a great way to end the working week. I checked the recipients—just eighteen people.
