“Use me,” she said impulsively.
His eyes widened. “Ophelia…”
“Use me,” she demanded again.
She had no idea what possessed her, but she desperately wanted him to unleash all that tightly controlled aggression flickering in his dark eyes. She wanted him raw and uninhibited—as she’d never been with anyone, ever.
“Tap me twice if I’m hurting you,” he said urgently, his nostrils flaring. “Tell me you won’t hesitate to stop me.”
“I’ll stop you.” She panted in anticipation.
“You are so fucking good,” he said reverently, finally using his grip to guide her. His free hand held his cock still as the other led her mouth to it. “Such a good girl.”
Her lips parted, and he dragged her down his length experimentally, watching her like a hawk as he found the limit of how much she could take before she began to gag. He backed off, letting her bob over him for a few strokes before forcing her to take more again. This time, he let her choke for a moment, biting his bottom lip as she struggled for him. When her eyes began to water, he dragged her off his cock, allowing her to gasp for breath.
His thumb swept over her bottom lip, wiping away the strand of spit that stretched between her mouth and his cock. “You want to please me?”
“Yes,” she gasped, blinking the tears from her eyes.
“He didn’t deserve you,” Sam said with viciousness, feeding himself back between her lips. “He could never.”
She took him deep again, earning a sound of approval as her tongue swirled along the underside of his shaft in restless patterns while she sucked.
“No human man deserves you,” he continued, the glint in his eye turning fanatical. “I will not let them have you. You belong with me.”
Her pussy throbbed at the insane, possessive things he was saying, and her mind wasn’t clear enough to conjure a reason to argue. Tears dripped from her eyes as he forced her to gag on him again. Her jaw was beginning to ache in earnest, but she didn’t want to tap out; she was enjoying the deranged praise he was lavishing on her too much. She wanted to hear more about how good she was. That had been such a rarity in her life.
He urged her to pick up her pace, letting her take him more shallowly, and she used her hands to make up the difference in his length. It only occurred to her when he was tensing beneath her that she had no idea if a robot could come—but then he did.
The sound he made as he came was pure animal, even though he was a machine. She was helpless to do anything but swallow as his cum spurted into her mouth.
She hadn’t often allowed Logan to finish in her mouth; it felt too unclean. The handful of times she’d allowed him to guilt her into it, she’d lain awake for hours feeling queasy and anxious as he dozed off in his post-coital glow. So much of sex had been a source of anxiety for her, even as much as she craved it. The smells, the textures, the tastes… It had been something to endure rather than enjoy.
It was different with Sam. Her mind didn’t play through a reel of every unpleasant thing she’d ever learned in a biology lab. He was no mere biological being, after all.
His cum tasted the way his lips had—citrus and sweetness, like icing spread over her tongue. That usual queasy feeling didn’t creep up on her as she swallowed, so she closed hereyes and lost herself in the experience, sucking him clean as he twitched. She laved him with her tongue until he wrapped her hair around his fist and tugged her off.
He gazed down at her with an expression she could not define as anything other than loving. Could he feel that? There was a glitch in his code that permitted him to do so many things that no robot should be able to.
Was it such a leap to believe he might be capable of love, as well?
“You’re perfect, Ophelia.” He dragged his wet thumb over her swollen lips. “You’re a credit to humanity.”
She slumped forward, pressing her cheek against his thigh and letting him take her weight. Her eyes were too heavy to keep open, and her body felt leaden.
Sam shut off the shower and scooped her off the ground like she weighed nothing. He set her on the sink and swaddled her in a towel, allowing her to sag against him as he blotted the ends of her hair dry. His gentle ministrations and the citrus scent of him were the last things she was aware of before exhaustion carried her away.
CHAPTER 23
Ophelia woke with a gasp,lurching upright in bed. Her heart pounded like a hammer, her vision wavering.
“I’m late,” she breathed, fumbling for her cellphone.
“You’re not.” Sam dragged her back down into the bed by her shoulder.
He was sprawled beneath the sheets, one hand behind his head as he reclined against Logan’s pillow. All that golden skin was exposed down to where the sheet was crumpled in his lap. That belt of muscle inside his hip taunted her, pointing to the erection that was barely obscured by the sheet. She forced her gaze up, staring at the ceiling so he wouldn’t distract her.
“I have to go to work,” she said, trying to squirm out of his grip.
