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“It’s five years,” Sheridan said looking over her shoulder. “I got all the conditions I wanted. I’m on a prospector’s ship. I’ll be fine. I don’t know if I’ll be able to message.”

“I’m glad we got her back, dear,” her mother said. “If we could have raised the money any other way.”

“It’s all right. Mia and little Frannie are safe and back home,” Sheridan said referring to her older sister. “I gotta go. I love you all. Stay out of trouble.”

She returned to store her few belongings in the cupboard. She only brought a few clothes, and some sex toys provided by the company. She grimaced at some of them. She heard noises below. She wondered what the next five years would be like. Her one time having sex had been less than exciting. She reminded herself,This is a job. He fucks me. I get my sister out of debt and the brothels.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at her clothes. Nothing inspiring. She didn’t have a lot of inspiring with her. She believed she would spend a lot of time naked.

“We’re all loaded,” Cade said looking at her greedily. He wanted to take an hour or ten to satisfy his hunger for her. However, he was under contract. The work came first.

“Do you want sex now,” Sheridan asked, not sure what she was supposed to say to him.

“I’ve got a scheduled departure,” Cade said. “Otherwise we’d both be naked. We’ll take off. The first three months will be a lot of flying and not a lot of work. We’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other.”

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It took two hours. Cade’s cock ached. He felt ready to burst. They made their departure time. Sheridan said little but watched as he secured the ship, requested departure, and took off. He focused on getting away from busy space in order to put the ship on the auto pilot. He wanted his cock buried balls deep in her. He wanted to slam into her until he had nothing left.

“You should know,” he said softly breaking the lengthy silence. “I’m half Sinivite.”

“Sinivite,” Sheridan said. She heard they were a traveling race. Families usually owned groups of ships working transport, trades, or mining. They were reputed to be quite lusty. “There are a lot of stories about the Sinivites,” she said not meeting his eyes.

“If you’re referring to the stories about males going for hours,” Cade said. “It’s been known to happen. Particularly if the woman is trying to get pregnant. They don’t like anyone to poach their females.”

“Your mother was human,” Sheridan asked, guessing.

“She was,” Cade said, setting the alarm to notify him when to make the next course correction.

“Are you … do you want to…” Sheridan wasn’t sure what she wanted to ask.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a real woman,” he said. Reaching across he took her hand. “The next course change is in five hours. I know what I want to do during those intervening hours.”

Sheridan knew too. She took off her shirt. “Where do you want to start,” she said. She was his sex toy, his sex bot essentially. She dropped her shirt on the floor, slipped out of her shoes and pants. She stood before him in bra and panties. His pants bulged, looked like an enormous rod being barely restrained by the fabric.

“Take off your panties,” he said as he pushed his pants down, ripped off his shirt. She slid them down her legs, let them fall on top of her clothes. The brown hair covering her looked soft. He wrapped one arm around her waist to draw her near him. Slipping a hand down her, he slipped a finger in, felt her hot channel and lifted her on top of him.

His cock was huge, thick, and long. He lifted her up to straddle him. He was strong, stronger than most human males. She felt the tip of his cock touch her. She didn’t think she wanted him in her. “Don’t worry,” he said. “It won’t hurt.” He rubbed his hands over her breasts, undid her bra, squeezed her breasts. She gasped in surprise at how hard he gripped her, but she didn’t object. “Slide down, baby,” he murmured as he sucked in her nipple.

Following his direction, she pushed his stiff rod slowly into her channel. Little by little, her body accepted his, accepted the rod she was sure pushed right into her womb. “Ride me,” he mumbled against her breast. She did as he asked, slowly at first but as he started to moan and suck hard on her, she rode faster hoping to make him climax and be done. Up and down, she watched him devour her breasts, heard his breathing shorten. “Shit, your hot, you feel molten,” he mumbled almost to himself. She counted the number of times, saw the clock and watched as it ticked by minute by minute.

Seven minutes of bouncing on his cock. His hands gripped her hips as she slid up and down, he pushed up into her. She felt heat stream deep into her, felt him throbbing, watched as he threw back his head and moaned his release. He didn’t let go of her. He went back to sucking her breasts, licking her ribs. He marked her. She felt him create the bruise but knew a lot of guys considered it a marking of their territory. She didn’t care. No one would see them for five years. It didn’t matter. She wondered how long he’d keep her on his cock now he was done.

“That was a great first time,” he grinned at her. His tongue teased her nipple, making it hard as he blew on it. “Shall we go again?”

“If you want to,” she said surprised he wasn’t falling asleep or telling her to go clean up.

“Yeah,” he said. “Let’s change it up a little.” He stood, lifting her with him. He put her on the console, in the place void of instruments between the two stations. “Oh yeah,” he said as he started pumping into her again. His mouth, tongue, teeth worked her breasts, seemed to be permanently attached to her breast.

“I know you don’t want violent,” he murmured. “How do you feel about hard?”

“Fine,” she said. There was enough room for her to lay back. He let her, pushed her legs up to watch his cock slide in and out of her. She was surprised he was still hard, still raring to go. Gripping the backs of her knees she held her legs while he plunged deep into her. He started slow, like he was testing out how his cock fit in her. She could have sworn she felt his cock get harder, get longer while he was inside her. She grunted as he pushed in, hoping to encourage him to another climax. He withdrew so only the tip of his cock touched her. In and out he went a dozen or more times, slow determinedly and doggedly. She closed her eyes. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, but part of her mind wanted to hurry him along.

“Ready for harder,” he said, his voice thick with need.

“Yes,” she gave her consent and hoped he didn’t take it too far. The tip of his cock teased her folds. He slammed his cock balls deep in her making her grunt with the force. It didn’t hurt, she was slick from his climax. He didn’t stop. Pulling out, he slammed into her again and again.

“Shit,” he growled. His breathing quickened. She closed her eyes, let him batter her body. It didn’t hurt, and it seemed to work for him. Minutes passed as he pumped his body into her like a jack hammer. No stopping, no breaks. His breath came in short choppy gasps. Until he jerked hard, held tight into her and she felt him stream into her again. “Yeah,” he growled.

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