Page 143 of Even Robots Die
“If this is me resting, I’m willing to rest all day,” I tell him with a breathless chuckle.
Both of his hands are back on my hips, and he sits me on his stomach.
“I’m not done with you, Furious,” he says. “This was just the appetizer. If you think you rested enough, alright, I won’t wait another minute, but know that I’ve been dreaming of you like this for weeks now and I might never get enough of you.”
I slip a bit backwards and switch my position so I’m now straddling his hips, and his cock comes right against my pussy in the most delicious way.
I might never get enough of him, either.
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Ibend down to kiss Brice and he wraps his arms around me as I do so. The kiss is hungry and I can taste myself on his lips, but it’s also soft and tender.
The way I move on top of Brice, with my pussy rubbing against his cock? Not so soft and tender.
It’s wet and messy, and I love it.
“I need to be inside of you,” Brice says when I come up for air.
“Condom?” I ask, even if I don't want to move.
“They tested me for almost anything imaginable and gave me a contraceptive shot when they retrieved me from the birds. I have been hiding, unfeeling in Blois since I woke up from my coma. I couldn’t even get hard, so there’s been no one since,” Brice tells me, and I feel the pad of his fingers trying to imprint with the skin of my ass cheeks as he helps me move my hips over his cock.
I already knew about the shifters not being able to get or transmit any disease to humans, but I’m surprised Brice gets the contraceptive shot. It’s uncommon for men, but I shouldn't be surprised. If there’s someone who likes to be more in control than I do, it’s him.
“I’ve had the shot this year too,” I tell him.
The words have barely left my lips, and Brice shifts our positions. I’m now laying on my back on the bed as he hovers over me for a second before claiming my lips again.
“Tell me I can fuck you bare,” Brice says. “I need to feel you. I need to feel every part of you.“
If I didn't know any better, I would think Brice is desperate.
“So the Big Bad Bat isn’t above begging to get what he wants,” I say with a smirk and a tip of my hips that notches the tip of his cock at the entrance of my pussy.
Brice hisses like he’s in pain.
“For you, I’d beg on my knees if it means I’ll get to go to sleep next to you every night and get to bury myself in that sweet cunt of yours every day. For you, I wouldn’t be above anything if this is what you need, if it’s what it takes for you to let me worship you the way you need. I’d do anything for you, Furious.”
I have no words.
How on Earth did this male go from not being able to feel a single thing except pure rage against his best friend to this? I have absolutely no idea.
“Fuck me like you hate me, then,” I sass him.
“No,” he says softly as he slowly tips his hips and his cock enters me. He’s so freaking big, but after three orgasms already, it doesn’t hurt at all. “I won’t fuck you like I hate you. I’ll fuck you like the obsession you are to me. I’ll fuck you like you mean the world to me, because without you in it, my world would be much duller, and I need you to know that you’re it for me. I need you to know that I see you and love every part of you.”
He thrusts until he’s fully seated inside of me, and then he withdraws.
“Your beautiful curves that I will never get enough of.”
He thrusts again.
“That lovely shade of red you turn when I make you furious.”
Thrust.
