Our bodies come quicker—or cum is more copious—when we are with a woman wewantto bond with. Jessica proved that weeks ago, but now I get to confirm it firsthand.
I come before I mean to… before I want to, but Chrys doesn’t flinch away from it. She moans against my cock and keeps sucking me down until there’s nothing left of that first round.
She laughs, looking up at me as my dark cum falls from her lips, marking her face like a new tattoo. Her hands only catchso much and the rest drips onto her chest, her thighs… sliding down to her knees.
“I hope your cleaning robots have a taste for cum,” she says with her mouth full before slurping what’s left down and swallowing. “I do, but with the three of you, there’s no way I can swallow it all.”
“Lucky for you, I like it too. We can share.”
But she lifts her fingers to her lips, sucking them. “The Agency likes to use how sweet it is as promo material. But I think I need to rewrite that copy.”
She hums, and I ask, “Am I not sweet?”
“Oh, you’re as sweet as can be.” Swiping up more, she sucks her fingers again. “But the ads they run make it out to be like honey.”
She holds up her fingers, and this time, I’m the one who sucks the cum from them. I don’t know what it is, but I say, “Simple syrup?”
Nodding, she licks the bubble at my tip.
“One more time?” Biting her lip, she looks back to where her hand—also covered in cum—still works at my cock. “Let’s see if I can beat my first try at setting a record.”
She wraps her lips around me again, and I think I might die from the ecstasy of it all, but then she draws back. “Oh!” and then, “This is probably a really bad idea.”
She pulls me up to standing and pulls off her sweater. It’s warm enough in this room, I don’t tell her not to… even though I know Arc would want me to.
Her shirt and bra fly onto the couch after them and I cross the tips of my tongue squeezing tight as I look at her… her stomach and chest and arms and throat are covered in little black images—only the shadow of bruises remain. I want to learn them all, but she pulls my shirt off too and this time, I do say her name in a warning tone.
“We’re not going to have sex,” she tells me; she’s not lying. “But take your pants all the way off.”
I hesitate, because Chrys pulls hers off, socks too. I need a moment just to take in the sight of her.
Every part of her body except her face is covered in those tattoos.
She doesn’t tell me to ditch my pants again as she climbs up, hooking her legs over two of the bars, low enough, and wide enough apart…
“Why is this a bad idea?” I ask, finally understanding what she wants to do.
I know a moment before she tells me that she can’t stay this way for long because the blood is going to rush to her head.
“I’ll work fast.”
My pants land on top of her clothes and I go to her, helping her guide me into her mouth before I bury my face between her legs.
I wrap my arms around her hips, making sure her weight is on me and not her legs, and then I feast, pinching her clit with my tongue.
I tasted her last night and knew I wouldn’t get enough of her. Tasting her again today only confirms it.
I am determined to feel her pussy squeeze my tongue while her mouth squeezes my cock.
My fingers grip her butt cheeks, and another black line image peeks out—a squid curling along the lower curve.
When I chuckle, she asks, “Did you meet my little friend, Squish?”
“I like him.” But he’s not why I’m here.
Delving my tongue into her, I redouble my efforts.
She’s not sweet.
