Page 219 of Everdoll

“Good boy. Such a good, hard boy for me.”

“Oh, Mina…” I fisted her hair and pulled her to me, kissing and biting her chin, breathing against her lips. “Praise me… more. Tell me how wet I make you.”

She slid down my body, and I gasped as her mouth closed around my now-soft cock.

“You make me feel so good. All these years, I’ve been touching myself thinking of you. Only you.”

“Only me. Fuck, of course only me.” I growled, guiding myself back to her lips, thrusting into her mouth as she moaned, her warm breath ghosting over my skin.

“Tell me how much you love my body.” I demanded, my voice thick with lust.

She took me deeper, her fingers cupping and stroking me, and it didn’t take long for me to throb with need. She eased back, a slow smile curling her lips as she licked the slickness from them. Then she straddled my hips and sank down onto me.

“I worship it. I love how big you are,” she purred, her nails raking up my chest, her lips meeting mine. “I want to smear myself all over your skin."

Of course she did. After all, I was her favorite doll.

She kept rocking on me, soft moans slipping out of her with each movement, her hands sliding over her breasts. She’d forgotten I was beneath her, her eyes were squeezed shut. She was using my body again, chasing her own pleasure.

My fingers twitched against the sheets, aching to grab her hips and take over, but I made myself lie still and watch.

When she finally slowed, blinking those hazy eyes open, I didn’t let her catch her breath. I rolled her beneath me and onto her stomach, my palm spread across her spine, pinning her against the sheets. She let out a breathless giggle, and I sank my teeth into her flushed ass. She was already making delicious sounds for me. My fingers dug deep into her soft flesh as I pulled her hips up.

“Oh, Raymond…” I loved watching her become helpless under my touch. She was my goddess, and I was the only one who’d lift her to the heavens.

Only me, she said.

I lingered a little longer on her cheeks, her waist rising and falling beneath me. When her climax finally began to build, I held her at once with my lips and hands, trying to keep her steady. Her weakened body sank into the sheets, and she looked back at me, breathless.

I pulled her into my arms, kissing her fiercely as her slender fingers dug into my shoulders.

“Tell me how I make you feel.”

“Again?”

I nibbled her earlobe. “Again.”

“I… I want to die under your touch.”

She pressed a long, tender kiss to my lips. Her fingers trailed from my cheeks up through my singed hair.

“I could die here.”

I caught her hand and kissed her palm, my eyes closed.

“I won’t let you.”

I thought we’d finally get a moment to rest, to hold each other in peace. But a sudden shift beside me made my eyes snap open.

Oh. She had taken my metal hand and settled it between her legs.

“What…”

“You know what I’ve been wondering, my love? Which is better for me? Your gloved hand or the metal one?”

“Maybe neither?” My flesh hand slid up from her hip along her side, stroking her skin as if to coax her. She only smirked.

“Can’t say until I’ve tried.”