I think I like that.
Two of his hands pull my hair back, wrapping it around one fist and tugging, even as I work my mouth over his cock.
A hand squeezes my hip as the other strokes my pussy, and I moan against that sensation.
I squirm at the need to be filled.
It’s a need he obliges without making me beg the bot to ask him for it.
And I might have begged.
Fuck. I should have asked if his skin had any drugging capabilities. I should have questionedwhyhe specifically requestedonlya blow job for a first encounter.
Because he makes me feel dizzy, and I want to swap out his fingers for his cock.
But Phantom wouldn’t let that happen. Phantom would havemadethe bot tell me.
The hand gripped tightly in my hair takes control of my rhythm, my depth… He uses my mouth like it was made forhiscock, specifically.
Like he’s Cinderella and I’m the freaking shoe.
I moan against him as he slipsanotherfinger into me. Maybe I can take a whole fist if I relax enough.
But he doesn’t try for more. He fucks me with three fat, nobby knuckled fingers while the thumb of the one at my hip strokes my clit.
He knows how to play with human women, and he makes mewantto be played with.
If he’s not careful, he’s going to make me ask him to break his own rules.
ButGodI would mark him as a favorite right now if I wasn’t holding onto the wall to keep myself from trying to go deeper even as he pulls me back.
He wants to be in control, and I am happy to let him.
Fingers pinch my nipple and I bite without meaning to… without remembering that he likes it.
His cock pulses into my mouth like the hips I can’t see have bucked at the pain.
The next time he moves my head back, I close my jaw just a little bit and my teeth rake across his skin. The barbs flutter.
The thumb on my clit works harder, the fingers in my pussy stretch and fuck and spread me.
And when he surges into my mouth again, my eyes go wide at the depth he reaches.
I gasp around him as his fingers drag my orgasm from me. Pleasure and surprise mix in a way that amplifies them both.
It’s not that I never come when I’m in the booth… I’ve just never come this hard.
I’ve never liked it quite this much.
The sound I might have made is blocked by his cock and I work it with my throat as a hand reaches up as if to stroke himself through my skin.
I want to make him cum. Even though I know I’m only upright because he holds me here, I want to do the work and make him…
The second he starts to withdraw, I bite and suck and fight for the cum heowesme.
His grip on my hair turns brutal and he yanks me back… a moment before his cum sprays across me.
It’s thick and viscous—and fluorescent green—and it clings to my skin.
