Page 42 of Light the Fire

“A cock in a pussy,” she said, a hint of exasperation on her tongue. Which I understood, seeing as this was the third time she’d asked me.

“Incredible,” I said plainly. “It feels fucking incredible.”

Her eyes widened, and her pupils dilated.

“You know how you’ve been touching yourself between your legs for the last several days?”

She nodded, innocent as anything, and fuck if that didn’t make me hard as a goddamn rock.

“Well, better than that if the guy knows what he’s doing. And it feels that way for both people. It’s how people used to make babies before the world went to shit and females started being born sterile. Well, besides Lambdas, but they’re implanted with test-tube babies. I don’t know of anybody who’s made a baby the old-fashioned way in over a hundred years. All Lambdas are kept in breeding compounds and if they give birth to an Amlin then those Amlin babies are adopted and raised by other Amlin families. The rest of us are put into service best suited to our strain.”

The long, sexy line of her throat moved on a swallow, and her gaze slowly slid down my body to the front of my pants. “So that”—she pointed at my cock—“goes in here”—she pointed at the front of her pants, “and that’s how babies used to get made?”

I nodded and exhaled. Was this what parents had to go through hundreds of years ago when their children asked where babies came from? Probably?

“And it feels good?” she asked.

I nodded again. “Yes, really good.”

Her mouth dipped into a frown for a moment, like she was thinking everything through. “Huh,” she finally said. “Okay, well, thank you for telling me.” Then she continued on down the hill to where we could now see a river.

I let out a strained and rattled breath, a quippy response could not be further from my mind given that there was absolutely no blood left in my brain.

“You coming?” she called back, as I stood there like an idiot with a stiff cock in my pants, just watching her wander down the hill.

A quick head shake did nothing to dislodge the filthy thoughts from my mind, but it would have to do. I adjusted my dick to a more comfortable position—though it had no plans of softening—and carried on after her like a dog with a damn bone. Or in this case, a man falling hard and fast for a woman who might just be the last person on earth to share the same sense of hope that he did.

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