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Make her mine.
“I will,” I whisper, brushing my lips over hers before giving in and allowing myself to steal a deep kiss. “Say the word, Katrina. I’ll stop this here and now if you’re not ready.”
Her arms tighten around me. “No, no!” she protests quietly. “Don’t stop. Whatever you do.” Her mouth collides with mine in renewed fervor. “I want you.” She nuzzles me with gentle affection. If my systems could melt from the sound of her voice, I would be in trouble. “I don’t want anyone else.”
Stunned, I can’t think of anything to say. Her words burn into my memory drives.
I don’t want anyone else.
I pull her into a kiss, more tender than our first, and with one slow push, I hilt my cock inside of her. Katrina stiffens, whimpering, and then relaxes beneath me. I wait, savoring this feeling. Katrina’s pussy is pure silk and so snug around me, like she was engineered to take every inch of me. My pleasure receptors send jolts of pleasure and satisfaction through my circuitry, more than any I’ve ever experienced. She squirmsbeneath me, and I watch her carefully, reading her expressions as I give her time to adjust to my girth and how this feels.
When her discomfort ebbs, she exhales in wonder, touching my face and kissing me before trailing her hands down my back. “I’m all right, Ezra.”
“Are you?” I lightly caress her hair from her brow, entranced by how beautiful she looks when I’m inside her.
“I promise.”
I rest my head against hers and slowly thrust once, finding a rhythm as our passions boil over. She hooks her ankles around me, uttering my name, and I pump harder, faster. Her mattress creaks. The headboard slams into the wall. Katrina started at a whisper, and now her breathy keens are moments away from undoing me.
I don’t slow down. I don’t stop even as I come. I don’tneedto. And I’m not satisfied yet, even as I feel the familiar, satisfying throb of my release, sending pulses along my entire system, from my core to my motherboard, all the way down to my feet. It’s enough to make my toes curl. She feels it too, pushing back and grinding against me. I pick up the pace. I can hear her breath, feel her heat, beginning to climb again. I push myself up to watch her tits bounce beneath me as our bodies collide, my dick, glistening with her wetness as I enter her.
She’s practically starry-eyed. “Can you come multiple times?” she pants.
“Yes.”
“How many?”
There’s a sultry edge to her voice that takes me to another level. I thrust again hard, and she moans. “As many times as you want me to.”
“If Itellyou to come, will you?” Her eyes dance with a sudden mischief.
I set my jaw as I try to control myself. My gratification drive practically leaps off my main circuitry at the very suggestion. “Haven’t tried.”
A devilish glint flashes in Katrina’s eyes, and she grins at me. “Come for me right now. I want it, baby. Please.”
If my systems could sing for Katrina, they would, as at her command my cock explodes with more pleasure than I’ve ever achieved. I stare at her in shock, pushing her down more, pistoning deeper into her, more animal in my behavior than machineorman at this discovery. I try to keep the same steady rhythm, but my motions become ragged. It’s impossible.
Katrina Carson can literally make me come on command.
I never thought an order could be used on me like this. In an instant, she’s discovered the most delicious way to undo me
I’ve never been a vocal lover, but now I’m groaning. “Katrina.”
She knows precisely what she’s done and she’s reveling in it. She kisses me hard, then her lips find my ear, teasing my audio receptors. “Come again.”
Just like that I’m careening over the edge a third time. I’m moments from short-circuiting. “Katrina . . . fuck . . .”
“Language,” she teases. “Come inside me.”
“I would.” Grunting, delirious with pleasure, I keep going, riding through another command-induced orgasm. She’s so wet, the sound of my thrusts inside her fill the entire room. She’s driving me to overheat. A few cautionary messages pop across my feed. “I’d fuck you until you were filled to the brim with me.”
Her eyes widen, and her back arches, and I’m glad my words have a similar effect. She shouts in delight as she comes, and I come with her, then collapse on top of her as she relaxes beneath me.
Slowly coming out of our shared reverie, I de-initialize my erection, and my cock slips out of her. I roll to the side and pull her with me, kissing her deeply. “Holy shit.”
She’s grinning, more victorious than even I can boast. “Ever done that before?”
“Never.” Our kisses continue, sweeter and lighter than they were before.
