Page 153 of Even Robots Die
“You’re so beautiful when you come for me,” Brice says, and I can hear the awe in his voice. “Now, let’s remove that beautiful dress so I have an unobstructed view when you ride my cock.”
He helps me stand and I don’t question him. I remove the dress and the bra that was under—I won’t let him tear that one.
He’s sprawled on the couch, legs slightly open and with hunger in his eyes.
I step between his legs, and his eyes glide over my naked frame.
“I can’t believe you’re mine,” he says in a whisper.
I try to sit on top of him, dropping my right knee on the couch on his left, but he stops me with his hands on my hips.
“No, no, no,” he says. “I’m enjoying the sight of your reddened ass way too much. You’re riding backward today.”
The wicked smile he gives me when he says that is sinful, and all I can do is comply.
Yes, maybe I’m a bit brainless right now, but who wouldn’t be with a man like Brice?
I don’t need to do anything, though, because with his hands still on my hips, it takes barely a second for Brice to turn me so my knees are on either side of his thighs, and my ass right on top of his hard cock.
“You better get rid of those pants fast,” I tell him. I’m already drenching it in my juices.
“So impatient, Furious,” Brice says with a chuckle before his hand slaps the side of my ass again.
He still complies. His shirt flies above my head and in just a few seconds, his shoes and pants have disappeared to the side of the couch with him barely needing to move me.
When he sits me on his lap again, he spears me with his cock swiftly.
“Oh god, it feels so good,” I say, breathless, my eyes closed in blissful pleasure.
Brice caresses the tattoo on my shoulders while I start moving on his lap, my hands on my thighs.
He’s in no hurry, so he doesn’t try to set the pace. Instead, I feel him lie on the couch, enjoying the view. I turn my head over my shoulder right when he slaps my ass again.
Oh fuck. It feels so fucking good.
Brice doesn’t stay lying for long. Quickly, he slides both arms around my middle and one hand comes to circle my throat, while the other drops to my clit.
“Open your eyes, Furious,” Brice says against my ear. “Look how good we are together. Look how beautiful you are when you ride my cock.”
I open my eyes on command.
“Good girl.”
The words are like an electric shock to my skin. They make me want him even more. But that’s not what makes me accelerate the pace of my hips, the up and down movement on his cock. What does is the mirror in front of the couch.
Brice installed it last week, and now I know why.
I look like a mess, like a hot mess, but the sight of us like this is pure sin and I can’t stop staring at my pussy swallowing Brice’s cock each time I drop down.
Brice peppers kisses against the side of my throat while his fingers twirl around my clit in an insanely fast rhythm that makes my body go taut.
The kisses. The hand on my throat. The fingers at my clit. The slight tip of Brice’s hips, hitting my G spot.
That’s all I need.
My pussy squeezes around him and my vision turns white with the sheer pleasure as I come on top of Brice’s cock.
Brice doesn’t stop, though.
