Taken by the Cyborg (Galactic Pirate Brides Book 4) Tamsin Ley (classic books for 13 year olds .txt) 📖

gripped her hips and pivoted, laying her out on the mattress. She let out a surprised breath as he yanked both skirt and panties down her legs in one smooth motion.

He was still fully clothed, but his erection looked like it might tear through his pants at any moment. How big was he? She needed to see him. Sitting up, she reached for his drawstring. “You, too.”

Brushing her hands aside, he planted one knee on the mattress between her legs. He placed both hands on her thighs and spread them, holding her open to his gaze for a long, lingering moment. Inch by inch, his cybernetic gaze crawled upward, lingering on her pussy before moving over her belly and breasts, finally coming to rest on her face as if cataloging every millimeter of her body.

“Gorgeous.” He licked his lips, the hinge of his metal jaw catching the light as it moved.

She trembled, swallowing hard as he lowered his head between her thighs. He gave her slit a long, firm lick and she moaned, closing her eyes, her breath coming in pants.

Pinning her to the bed with his cybernetic hand, he flicked his tongue slowly between her folds and over her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her. She clawed her fingers into his hair as he increased the tempo.

A finger prodded her opening, dipping into her shallowly before circling again, dipping and circling. Her legs trembled, and she bucked against him, needing more. Then he plunged the finger inside, pulling out in a long curved stroke against her upper wall. She clenched as he penetrated her again all the way to his knuckles. In and out he stroked, bringing her toward climax with dizzying speed.

All at once, she crested, body arching upward and waves of release pulsing through her. He continued stroking until he’d wrung every ripple of her orgasm from her. Slumping limply against the mattress, she tried to catch her breath as the waves of intense pleasure subsided. She was vaguely aware that he now lay with his cheek against her abdomen.

Reaching down, she placed one hand on his metal jaw. “Now you,” she said, not sure she had the energy to do anything, but knowing she wanted to.

He kissed her belly and shook his head. “That’s all right.”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I’m a cyborg. I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not.” She sat up and looked pointedly at his bulging crotch. “Come here, I want to feel you.”

A pained look crossed his features. “I’m um, not sure I… function anymore. I was in an accident.”

She raised an eyebrow. “From what I can see, it seems to be operational.” She pushed him off her. “Take your clothes off.”

When he made no move to undress, she reached for his pants. He let her untie the drawstring, but before she could pull them down, he caught her wrists. Undaunted, she leaned forward and caught the fabric between her teeth, pulling the waistband down around his hips. It caught on his shaft, but he didn’t move to free it. His hips were exposed now, the V from his abdomen meeting the crease above his thighs. He was completely hairless, and she might’ve missed the subtle transition from true flesh to synth skin if she hadn’t been this close. He has cybernetic legs.

Was his cock an implant, as well? Was this what he meant when he’d said he wasn’t sure it worked? Part of her wanted to stop now, before she embarrassed herself, but the stronger part of her was determined to see this through.

He still clutched her wrists, body rigid as he stared down at her, so she continued using her teeth, tugging the fabric insistently downward until his erection came free. She wasn’t terribly familiar with male genitalia, but he didn’t look like synth skin there. But he is huge. His girth was almost as big as her wrist, the shaft long and slightly curved toward its tip. A bead of pre-cum sat like a pearl at its slit.

Her heart thundered against her ribs. He looked a bit too perfect to be human, but he smelled warm and musky, with a hint of that whiskey-like scent she’d noticed earlier. She took the crown into her mouth, swiping the bead clear with her tongue.

Doug sucked in a breath, hips flexing. She took him deeper, working to relax her throat. His human hand released one of her wrists, kneading through her hair, fingers pressing against her scalp as she rocked forward and back, sucking and stroking. His cybernetic fingers remained locked around her other wrist, but she didn’t mind. With her free hand she slid her fingers up his inner thigh and rolled his balls between her fingers, marveling at the lack of hair over his heavy sack. It tightened under her touch, his shaft swelling and throbbing.

Then his fingers knotted in her hair, stopping her. He pulled himself free, and she raised her eyes to find him staring down at her with dark, hungry eyes. “Turn around,” he said thickly.

Pussy aching and wet with need, she complied, baring her backside to him. He butted himself up against her, one hand circling his shaft to guide it to her slick entrance. He pressed forward, eased off, and pressed again, each time a little deeper until he filled her.

Hips against her ass, he groaned. “So tight.”

She whimpered with desire, fingers clawing at the coverlet of her bed. He felt so good, so full inside her. She arched her back into him, wanting him to move, to stroke her, to fill her again and again. He pulled back slowly, then rocked forward. In a steady rhythm, he pounded against her, building her up to a crescendo she’d never experienced before.

Ecstasy tore through her with such force she lost all sense of herself and her surroundings. She cried out, insides clenching around him as she came undone. His hands on her hips were the only thing keeping her from melting into the bed.

He grunted something unintelligible and