C791 (Cyborgs: More Than Machines) by Eve Langlais Page A

glove, she wrapped her hand around his length and rubbed the fabric up and down his dick. A small sound escaped him, and she looked over to see him staring at her intently. She dragged the cloth over the tip of his cock, frictioning the head with the coarse material. His prick jerked, and a bead leaked from the tip. She leaned over and lapped at the clear drop, the taste reminding her oddly of salted banana chips. Yummy. She swirled her tongue around his mushroomed head before licking her way down the length of his dick. She worked her way back up and then down again, wetting every inch of his shaft. She peeked at him and saw he still stared. The intensity of his gaze caused a quiver in her sex.
    As he watched, she took the tip of his cock into her mouth. He sucked in a breath. She pulled more of him into her mouth. He closed his eyes, and the lines of his neck pulled taut. She took him as far as she could into her mouth, and then, she suctioned. A shudder went through his body, and a groan escaped him. It made her feel so powerful and sexy to have him so completely at her mercy, so in thrall with her touch.
    Again and again she sucked at his turgid flesh. Since his entire cock wouldn’t fit into her mouth, she placed her hand around the base of him. In alternating motions, she both stroked and suctioned him. His hips bucked, and another groan left him.
    When she’d worked him up to the point before ejaculation, she stopped and pulled her mouth away.
    His eyes flew open, the blue of them glowing. “Why are you stopping?” he asked on a strangled yell.
    “Because I’m being bad,” she teased. Flicking the head of his cock, she laughed when he moaned. When he sat up, she placed a hand in the middle of his chest and pushed him back down. “Stay right there, big guy. I’m not done with you.”
    She straddled him, letting her pussy hover just over his straining cock. Excited and ready for him, she nevertheless decided to tease him a little bit longer. Tit for tat for what he’d done to her earlier. She sucked a finger, wetting it before slipping it between her legs to rub against her clit.
    “What are you doing?” he asked in a loud whisper.
    “Being even badder,” she replied, stroking faster. She couldn’t help her body dropping a few inches, enough that the tip of his cock pressed against her sex.
    “I think I understand,” he replied, thrusting his hips up, wedging his cock a little deeper.
    “Tell me what you want,” she gasped, trying to still prolong the game but so close to losing it.
    “You.” One word, one beautiful word said with enough vehemence to make her shudder. His patience at an end, his hands grasped her hips and yanked her down to sheath his shaft.
    Chloe yelled as he filled her up then could only moan incoherently as he rocked her on his length, the tip of him butting so deep and rubbing against something that made her sex tighten then convulse as she came.
    She cried out his name as she climaxed, falling forward, unable to hold herself up. But he caught her and rolled them so that she lay beneath him as he continued to penetrate her, his long strokes drawing out her bliss and rolling her right into a second orgasm.
    On and on the pleasure rode her body, wringing her dry and leaving her hoarse. When it finally subsided to a simple quivering, she realized she rested once again on Joe’s chest, his arms wrapped around her, his pulsing cock still buried in her channel.
    If she could have found the strength to speak, she would have probably said something along the lines of “hot damn.” But boneless, sated and surprisingly happy, she let the urge to babble and ruin the moment slide. Instead, she snuggled into his embrace and let sleep take her.
    Actually, it turned into just a nap as Joe woke her with languorous touches that soon had her panting his name. After the second time he woke her, she commented on his insatiable desire to which he replied, “I can go all night long.”
    And he