Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“Oh yeah,” he says, running his hands through my hair. “Look up at me.”
I can barely follow his command. I’m about to come again.
He growls. “Been wanting to do that since I first saw that little cleft in your chin.”
Before I can reply, he slides his hard-on from my chin into my mouth, and I instantly begin sucking on him voraciously, moaning loudly as I do.
This is insane pleasure. My body and mouth are both filled up with cocks, my clit is vibrating, his hands are running through my hair. I swirl my tongue against the little hole at his tip, and he growls loudly, grabbing furiously at the back of my head.
My eyes roll back into my head again.
I’m dizzy.
A strange vertigo overtakes me, a kind of tunnel vision. I feel like I’m literally gonna keel over. A blast of white light bursts in front of my eyes and momentarily dances in my field of vision, as if I’ve just come inside after being in the brightest light and my eyes haven’t yet adjusted.
I bat Josh’s hand forcefully and pull my mouth off his hard-on.
“I can’t,” I sputter.
Josh drops down to the control box in a flash and the machine instantly stops humming. The vibration stops. The dildo stops moving.
The machine comes to a complete stop—and yet I’m still twitching and gasping like a freshly caught fish.
Without hesitation, Josh leaps behind me on the bed, roughly lifts my pelvis off the dildo, pushes me forward onto my hands and knees over the machine, and begins furiously licking and suckling my pussy from behind, lapping up the fluid that’s literally dripping out of me.
I shudder and moan at the sensation of his tongue and mouth slurping and sucking and lapping at my sensitive folds and creases, at how passionately he’s eating me.
“Are you on the pill?” he grunts.
“Yes. Do it.”
“Are you clean?”
“Yes. Do it.”
“I’m clean.”
“Do it.”
He plows into me without hesitation, all the way, and proceeds to fuck the motherfucking shit out of me.
I cry out with pleasure as a bone-rattling climax hurtles through me, yet again.
I’m delirious. Out of my head. Aching for him to tear me clean apart.
His fingers reach around me to my clit as he pounds me, and, all of a sudden, I’m blinded. Literally. All I can see is a white light. Then yellow. Pink. Holy shit. My abdomen twists. I feel like I’m gonna throw up. My toes curl. My skin pricks. I dry heave again.
Warm fluid suddenly gushes out of me the way it did on the machine a few minutes ago and spurts down my thighs. Oh, Jesus. I can’t see. I literally can’t function. I think I’m gonna black out.
Josh grips the back of my hair and comes so hard inside me, I can feel his cum shooting into me.
Holy... Something-Something, Batman. Fucking hell. I’m so fucked up right now, I can’t even come up with a clever Batman quip. Fucking fucky fuck. Holy fuck. Fuck. That’s about all I got. Holy Fuck, Batman. Fuck you.
Josh scoops me up into his arms from behind, kisses my neck, and fondles my sweaty breasts. I can’t return his affection. I can’t move. I’m an inanimate object in his arms. A floppy, spineless, sweaty blow-up doll.
I feel his lips against my ear, his hands in my sweaty hair. “You’re the hottest woman alive, Katherine Ulla Morgan,” he says, kissing my ear. “My fantasy in every fucking way. Holy fucking shit.”
Thirty-Nine
Josh
Kat shifts in my arms in her sleep and I freeze.
I’m freaking out.
I never, ever have sex without a condom. Ever. It’s my cardinal rule and I never break it. Ever. No matter the woman. No matter how hot she is. No matter how hot the sex promises to be. I didn’t even go bareback with Emma, and we were together for three fucking years. What the fuck was I thinking doing it with Kat?
I look at Kat’s sleeping face, my heart racing. What if we just made an accidental Faraday? I can’t stop hearing my dad’s voice, ringing in my head: “‘Don’t you dare let me catch either of you making an accidental Faraday with a woman unworthy of our name or I’ll get the last laugh on that gold digger’s ass and disown the fuck out of you faster than she can demand a paternity test.’” How many times did I endure hearing Dad say those fucking words to Jonas and me? Way too many times to count. It was his fucking mantra.
I study Kat’s sleeping face again. Even asleep, even without animation to her features, she’s utter perfection. That cleft in her chin slays me. Her eyebrows. Her lips.
Adrenaline floods me.
Who gives a fuck what Dad said? Kat’s not a gold digger—and Dad’s no longer here to disown me even if she were. So what if Kat and I fucked up and made an accidental Faraday? It’s none of his fucking business, either way. And, anyway, it was well worth the fucking risk. I smile to myself. Best sex of my fucking life. In the international sport of fucking, this woman just took the gold and silver medals. And when I fuck her for a third time, which I plan to do as soon as she wakes up, she’ll no doubt snag the bronze medal, too. The woman’s got superpowers or something. She’s a fucking fembot is what she is. Oh my God. That’s it. Katherine Ulla Morgan is a fucking fembot.