Clara held back her retort and lay back, using the pressure of his grip on her to rub her pussy up and down his erection. “Yes... doctor.”
“Naughty girl.”
She pressed her sex harder against his cock in response.
“Very unprofessional, Clara. Tsk.”
He let go of her leg and shoved down his briefs. She stole a look but his erection was partially hidden from her raised hips. Without warning—or too much warning—her wet panties were pushed aside and a large cockhead pressed into her opening. It pushed and probed and stretched her aching pussy in shallow pumps but went no farther.
She grabbed his hips in demand for more but Reid didn’t allow for it. “Reid... please,” she gasped. “Please!”I’ve never begged for sex before in my life.
“You want this?” he asked, his teasing tone now strained.
“Yes!” She was writhing for it. “It’s not enough!”
“Ready to be bred?”
All thought had left her long ago. “Yes,” it came out as a whimper.
“By your doctor?” His voice was rough, low, where hers was a desperate opposite.
“Reid, I swear to god, fuck me already or I’m going to scream!”
“Then scream.”
He grabbed her thighs again and slammed into her.
Clara screamed.
***
HE PISTONED LIKE Amongrel, slamming into her over and over, his speed increasing with every pump.
Reid squeezed his eyes shut and lifted his face to the ceiling, his fingers clawing up Clara’s thighs to hold onto her waist. Tight, hot heat and animalistic need fueled him. Behind the back of his eyelids, he saw her thrashing, her breasts bouncing; it was too much, too fucking much.
“Clara,” he growled out, feeling parts of him shifting, feeling his jaw extend, his snout springing forth from its metal brackets, and his incisors demanding him to bow over her and hold her down. Reid shook his head, shook himself back into awareness, and stopped his body from going any further.
Her small, clawed fingers streaked his biceps, up and over his shoulders, and back down to his wrists where they stayed and dug in. Her strangled moans filled his ears as his hold tightened around her waist, and when Clara began to dance beneath him and meet his thrusts, he ground into her and stopped. The cryopod slat vibrated, the screws coming loose from its mount.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped. He looked at her and bent over her body until his chest covered hers. Her taut nipples rubbed his skin. “Why’d you stop?”
Instead of answering her, Reid buried his nose into her neck and breathed in, filling his nostrils with her scent. His cock twitched and jumped in her tight sheath. Without pulling out, he ground his hips harder in a roiling motion, pumping and claiming her as far and as much as he could.
He smoothed his hand up her side to slip behind her neck and hold her in place. Clara’s pulse thrummed under his thumb.
She moaned as he squeezed, his teeth skimming along her jawline.
“You smell so good,” he groaned out, his grinding thrusts matched the cadence of his words. “Tart and claimed.”
Clara’s body writhed beneath him, driving him closer to the brink, his balls clenching to pour his seed—seed he was about to release, coded to seek out what it needed and do its job.
The first sperm he’d release that wasn’t programmed to die the moment it left his system.
“I’m close,” Clara whimpered.
He turned his face to cover her mouth with his own. He opened his eyes and met her hooded, desperate gaze. His shaft jumped and her sheath clamped down on him.
Reid reared up and withdrew from her body. Before she could utter a sound, he spun her around, yanked her forward, and slammed back into from behind as soon as her feet hit the ground. And with the heart-shaped vision of her ass being pounded, he let his beast free and rutted.
