“That’s it, pretty girl,” I praised her from behind as she mewled, taking another thick inch of my cock when I gave it to her. She was on all fours, lifted on two low tables with a pillow under her knees, and shook all over.
“I’ll fall,” she sobbed. “It’s too much!”
“No, you won’t. Just stay exactly as you are and take me nicely. You can do that, can’t you? Breathe out for me. Make space.”
She loosed a shaky breath, and I pressed my vibrating fingers to her clit, making her come in eighteen seconds. She screamed hoarsely, shaking so badly, the tables trembled right with her. I slid an inch deeper, bliss bathing my circuits.
Since it turned out she could take me whole, I reprogrammed my pleasure sensors to be evenly distributed all along my shaft. That meant the deeper she took me, the more pleasant it was until I had to fight an orgasm when I bottomed out.
She let me bottom out each time we fucked. Today would be no different.
“There, don’t cry, sweetheart,” I said softly when a few tears splashed on the floor under her face. “I know it’s hard, but you can do it. You’re such a brave girl for me. I’ll make you come again, and it will be all better.”
“How is this so hard every single time?” she sobbed, shaking her head, even as I pressed my finger to her clit, gently rubbing for now.
I had a built-in lube dispenser now, and it slickened my fingers and cock on command. My fingertip slid over her throbbing flesh with obscene ease, and she shook harder, her arms almost giving out. Her muscles bunched from effort, and it was so gratifying to see this strong woman turn into a wreck when I fucked her.
“It’s because you still think we don’t fit,” I said, squirting more lube out of my tip when I buried myself deep. Not that she needed it, my girl was sopping wet for me, but it made a tiny bit of difference. Also, she squelched with my every thrust now. I loved that sound. “Say we fit. Say we’re a perfect match. Say you’ll let me in.”
She groaned and fell silent, and I pressed a slick thumb to her pulsing asshole, circling it gently. She shuddered with a sob.
“Oh, fuck. Dean. I’ll die if you do that.”
“No, you won’t. Let me in.”
Even as her mouth refused to say the words, her body obeyed my request. She trembled, taking a deep breath, and bore down. My thumb slid in easily, not too deep, and I made it vibrate to the rhythm with my finger still pressed to her clit. She shouted, fumbling for balance, and I pushed an inch deeper, using her moment of distraction. I seated myself deep, and Sera came in pulsing waves, wailing and laughing.
I took her with long thrusts, bottoming out each time. She came, and now shook, barely conscious, but I didn’t ease up on the vibration. Everything was wet between us, sliding, giving, shaking. She came again, squeezing my cock and thumb, and I let myself explode.
I love you, I wanted to scream, but it would only spoil it for her, so I displayed the words on my forehead where she couldn’t see them.
Chapter 22
Dean
“Do you have a birthday?” Sera asked me when we were sorting through an enormous heap of rotten scrap metal in search of a better foot to replace the one we had, which was cracked.
“I wasn’t born,” I said with a scoff that sounded almost human.
“I know. But—what day have you been assembled and put online? Do you have a record of that?”
“June 3.”
We worked in silence for a moment until Sera emerged from a small hollow where she searched, wearing a slightly uncertain smile. She came over, hiding something behind her back.
“So your birthday already passed and you won’t have another for almost a year,” she said, watching me warmly. “How about we make today your birthday? Would you want one?”
My core spasmed with something soft and eager, and I watched her for a full four seconds before giving her a jerky nod. Her smile widened.
“Awesome!”
She showed me what she’d hidden behind her back. It was a plastic crown, almost intact, with the words “Birthday Boy” printed in purple font on the front. She reached up, trying to put it on me, and I was so completely lost, I didn’t move.
A birthday. For me.
“Come on,” she said, laughing. “You know I can’t reach the top of your head. Let me crown my birthday boy. Well, birthday man.”
I almost bent in half with the sudden urge to let her make this happen. Sera squeaked in shock at my sudden movement, then laughed, placing the crown carefully on top of my head. She caressed my cheek and I got lost in her eyes, my core bursting with something new and precious, something I didn’t want to name.
