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Five hours later, she lay in the bed, her back to him, her leg over his hip. He plundered her vagina hammering into her as he’d done nearly non-stop. She lost count of the number of times he climaxed. She was sticky, smelly, and tired. “Baby, god, baby,” he moaned as his cock battered her channel. “Yeah, oh yeah,” he said as an alarm went off. “Off,” he barked the order as he gripped her breasts, twisted her nipple in his fingers and rammed his cock into her.

“Shouldn’t you,” she wanted his body out of hers.

His mouth nibbled on her shoulder as he slammed into her. The heat from his climax flooded her again. This time he held, didn’t move, didn’t suggest a new position. Finally, his cock, his damn needy cock seemed to be satisfied. He lay back, pulled her back so his cock stayed in her. “You hung in there,” he said.

“Hmmm mmm,” she murmured wishing he’d pull out and let her up. She wanted a shower. She wanted his hands off her. She couldn’t say this to him, but she definitely thought it. In the five hours, he’d done nothing to satisfy her. It had all been about getting off, banging his body into hers nearly non-stop in order to climax as often as possible.

Kissing her shoulder, he finally released her. Naked he strode to the pilot’s seat, sat, made adjustments. Several minutes passed, she couldn’t decide if she wanted a shower more or sleep. Wrinkling her nose at the smell of herself and the sheets, she opted for the shower. Dragging the sheets off the bed, she put them in the washer. “I’m going to shower,” she said. Her back and legs ached. She thought her entire body ached. She heard him grunt in response. She reminded herself this was the job. She was his sex toy for five years. The hot water washed down over her, washing away the smell of their sweat and sex. When she signed up for this, she hadn’t thought it would be like this. She sighed as she washed away the feel of her job.

Drying off, she realized she didn’t have a robe. She packed a couple changes of clothes, her tablet and little else. She had two options - wrap the towel around her body or walk out naked. She didn’t understand her reticence. The man put his cock in her so often, spewed his semen in her, touched her everywhere and yet walking around naked seemed too intimate. Combing her hair, she hung the towel to dry. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the small bathroom and headed back to the bed area. She wanted sleep. The question remained whether she would get any. Regs stated, six hours and then she got a break. On the bigger ships, which she hadn’t wanted to go on, she would have serviced multiple men and women. It paid well but she didn’t think it was for her. She thought one guy would be better, easier for her. She wasn’t sure she would have taken the position if ... she stopped when she realized he made the bed. “I thought you had to fly,” she said.

He looked up saw her, his cock got instantly hard. “Yeah,” he said stalking towards her. “The next course change is in about a week.”

Standing her ground, she waited to see what he did. “You look great,” he said gripping her hips, drawing her close to him. He smelled musky, not sweaty. There was something about the way he smelled.

“Thank you,” she said automatically. Her hands gripped his shoulders.

“Are you up for more,” he asked. His hand cupped her bum while his mouth lowered to her breasts.

“Yes,” she said. She was required to work for six hours at a time. She could take another hour.

“Delicious,” he said. He spun her to face away from him. His hands cupped her breasts while his cock slipped between her legs. He didn’t shove into her instead he rubbed his long cock against her heat. Her body responded like never before. She felt moisture flow, felt herself rev up. She swallowed hard, braced herself against the wall.

His fingers toyed with her, slipped inside her. Her juices flowed, coating his cock. “How about a little outside your comfort zone,” he murmured as his mouth nibbled across her shoulder. He pushed hard on her clit, she butted against him, wanted penetration for the first time. Her desire surprised her. The flow of fluid from her vagina shocked her. When his fingers dipped inside her channel, she moaned.

Pulling back, he kept rubbing her channel with his fingers but he guided his large slick cock to her bum. He didn’t care what the contract said. She wasn’t saying no, hadn’t said no to anything he asked for. The tip of his cock slid into her. She went still, he rubbed her clit. She butted back against his cock burying it deeper. She gasped as she climaxed. He smiled, he wasn’t even all the way in. He rubbed, pressed on her clit, tugged on her folds. She butted again and again. Each time he impaled her a little more with his cock. By the third time she climaxed, he needed to be inside her. He spun her around, warned her, “I won’t be gentle.”

Gasping she pulled him to her. His large thick cock slipped into her demanding channel. Buried deep, he held back, held on. “Tell me you want me,” he demanded.

“Yes,” she said. “I want you. Hard and fast.” She wasn’t trying to make her voice breathy or needy, but her words sounded like she was desperate for him.

She moaned with each thrust, didn’t understand what had come over her. He looked down on her, watched his cock slam in and out of her. She was small, but she took all of him. She climaxed easy once he got her going. He planned to keep her wet and wanting for a long time. He slammed in, rubbed against her clit while biting her nipple. Her channel clenched his cock, demanded he spew into her. He was happy to and let go of his control and filled her.

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His body trapped hers against the side of the shower. She was exhausted. He’d been at her for nearly twenty-four hours. In the last week, he kept his cock in her unless they were eating or sleeping. He interrupted her sleep frequently. Other than the initial five hours, every time he touched her, her body reacted to his. He kept her climaxing again and again. Each time she climaxed, he spewed into her, filling her with his heat, with his seed. He conquered her, aroused and fulfilled her. They slept sporadically but for the last twenty-four, he kept at her. She ate her last three meals off his body. He ate off her making her scream with need. He knew he pushed her limits. Sheridan clung to him, as he dragged his cock in and out of her. After this time, he promised himself, he’d let her rest. He’d cover her delicious body and let her rest at least four hours before he touched her again. He heard her gasp, felt her fingers gripping his shoulder. He knew it meant she was close to an orgasm. Hitching her higher, he slammed into her again and again forgetting everything but the feel of her body surrounding his. His body jerked as he climaxed. She moaned as her body jerked with him, climaxed with him.

“All right,” he asked after he caught his breath. He looked down to see her nearly asleep against him. Realizing he may have pushed her too far, he pulled out. The moment he did, he desperately wanted to be back in her. “Let’s clean up,” he murmured. He washed both of their bodies. She stumbled out of the shower; he caught her before she fell. Wrapping her in a towel he dried her off careful not to arouse either of them.

Leading her to bed, he crawled in next to her. They both needed sleep and his cock could wait a few hours before being inside her again – he hoped. “Comfy,” he asked.

“Hmmmm,” she murmured. “Sex toys don’t get to be comfy.”

“Are you my sex toy,” he asked.

“It’s my job,” Sheridan said before she slipped into sleep.

Her words struck him.

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Cade slept with her in his arms. When he woke, he wanted her, ached to join his body to hers. He didn’t understand where this need came from. He’d gone without sex before. Yet with Sheridan, he couldn’t get enough. It was almost as if he was trying to stake his claim on her. She was right. He treated her like a sex toy. His need felt raw and primal.

She shifted in her sleep, pushing the blankets away from her body. Love bites marked her breasts, ribs, hips, and neck. He knew if she turned over, they covered her bum too. He marked her every time, felt compelled to do so. Her nipples hardened with the coolness of the cabin. He saw his fingerprints on her hips. He’d shown her the mating, but he hadn’t shown her the tenderness.

The demanding ache in his groin eased as he realized he needed to make her feel less like a sex toy and more like his woman. He knew there was a contract. He’d already violated it by keeping her busy for a full twenty-four and with some of their sexual acts. He wanted her to realize he valued her more than a sex bot.

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