the waistband of his pants and roughly jerked the buttons open. Jai didn’t dare turn around, but she sensed the impatient tug as his zipper slid open, and felt the waft of air as he quickly shoved his pants down his legs. The sound of two soft thumps were probably his shoes hitting the floor. Socks undoubtedly followed.
She barely had time to mentally fortify herself before he was pressing his naked body up against hers, his hard cock outlining itself against her backside, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder. He reached around to cup one breast in each of his big hands, teasing her nipples, tugging them, squeezing, twisting until they were two tender, aching little peaks. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning in pleasure.
It was too early to moan yet. That was her trump card.
So, instead, she let her head fall back onto his shoulder, hopefully signaling her surrender. She was rewarded by his sharp intake of breath.
“ Spread your legs.”
Obediently, she widened her stance. His fingers delved between her legs, gliding over her slick, recently-waxed skin to push deep into her sex. She was wet and hot, just as she’d expected.
“Fuck.” He ground his cock into her backside.
“I’m ready for you, Marque,” she said calmly.
His hands left her body, but instead of fucking her from behind as she’d expected, he growled low in his throat. “On the bed. On your back.”
She covered her surprise by keeping her back to him as she obediently climbed up onto the mattress on all fours, and then turned over to lie down on her back.
Dear God. He was standing at the foot of the bed, gloriously naked. His cool grey eyes blazed now with a hot passion, his muscular chest was covered with an interesting mat of fine black hair, and his cock…
Jai’s mouth went dry.
“You have an amazing body, Marque,” she said. And meant it.
He growled low in his throat again. “Spread your legs.”
This is it. He’s going to fuck you. Lie back and think of your job, Jai!
Jai swallowed, then did as he instructed. He mounted her quickly and entered her just as fast, and for the first time today she was grateful for Carron’s little pill. Her wetness and Marque’s driving determination took all the worry out of any potential problem with penetration after her year of abstinence.
Once inside her, however, he stilled.
Jai was smart enough to try to work this opportunity for all it was worth. “What do I feel like, Marque?”
He rocked his hips slowly, pushing her deeper into the mattress. “You feel… fucking amazing. Just like the real thing. You’re so damned tight around me, almost like a real virgin. It makes me want to fuck you until I lose all control and shoot myself inside you.”
His blunt words sent a tingle of excitement through her. She lifted her head from the mattress to look into his eyes. “Do it,” she urged. “Fuck me, Marque.”
His passion-fueled gaze cleared for the briefest instant. “Close your eyes. Don’t talk.”
So. He was treating her like the robot he thought she was. So much for establishing a relationship. Disappointed, Jai let her head fall back onto the mattress and she obediently shut her eyes. She struggled to keep still as Marque began to move inside her fast and hard, but when he slid his hands beneath her butt to tilt her up for a better angle of penetration, she couldn’t stop her gasp of pleasure. Luckily, Marque’s own cry was louder.
He buried his head in her shoulder and plunged deeper, faster, harder. Jai’s hands clutched the bed cover and she clamped her mouth closed against any stray sounds. Dear God, his cock was perfect, and the hot friction he was building inside her was driving her crazy. He’d better come soon, or she would, and ruin the whole robotic illusion. Hadn’t Carron’s staff considered this before they gave her that damned pill?
In desperation, she wrapped her legs around Marque’s waist to pull him deeper inside her.
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