Page 38 of Neon Flux

Her gaze snapped back to me. “Just wondering if you wanted to go again.”

“Greedy. You already ready for another?”

The corner of her mouth twitched, and I realized something. I moved my thumb over her hip and pressed it into the swollen nub of her clit. She leaned into it instead of pulling away.

She had fucking faked it.

I flipped her onto her back, and she let out a soft giggle that had me seething. No way was I letting her out of here before I’d completely ruined her. I wanted her fucked to within an inch of death.

I wasn’t a machine, so my cock wasn’t ready for it yet—but I had other ways.

I knelt on the bed between her legs, and she spread herself.

“Looks like maybe you’re not up for it.” The spark in her eyes was mocking. She was about to regret it.

“Oh, I’m up for it. In fact, this is my fucking specialty.”

It was risky, but fuck it—I’d get medical to dose me up with their anti-STD cocktail tomorrow morning.

She spread herself wider so I could see how wet she still was.

“Fuck. Bet none of those Sky District boys appreciate what they’ve got?”

“They certainly don’t.”

I crawled toward her, heat rising in her eyes with every inch I closed. Grabbing her leg, I traced my thumb down the soft skin of her inner thigh, watching her writhe beneath me. I slid it over that beautiful, pink cunt—still gaping from my cock—until I landed on her most sensitive point. Her back arched, and she gasped.

I flopped down on my stomach, admiring how she quivered. I inhaled deeply—the smell of her arousal better than any drug made in a lab.

Her head popped up. “What are you—”

I dove into her, my tongue sliding straight inside her swollen pussy. She bucked her hips and tried to squirm away, but I locked my hands over the tops of her thighs, holding her to me.

“Relax, doll. You might just enjoy yourself.”

I flattened my tongue and ran it across her, then flicked the tip over her clit. She squirmed again as I pressed my tongue into her and trapped her clit between it and my teeth.

“Don’t—” she started, just as I tugged everything, and she let out a sound that was a mix between a cry and a moan. She didn’t resist again.

I dove in deeper, practically burying my whole fucking face inside her. She was mine now—and she tasted fucking delicious. Every time I rolled over her clit, more of her arousal flooded my tongue, and I drank it down like ambrosia from heaven.

Goddamn, I loved pussy. But this one was something else.

I devoured her until her legs were thrashing against me. I sucked her clit into my mouth again and pushed three fingers up inside her. Her thighs clamped around my head.

“Careful, I need that.” I chuckled.

Her hand slid to the back of my head, pressing me down again.

“Cy, don’t fucking stop.”

Oh, now I was rock hard again. I ground my cock into the mattress beneath me, but who was I to deny the lady?

I moved faster, my tongue working in tandem with my fingers, which I could feel pressing up against that ribbed surface as I curled them back toward my mouth.

She was moaning in earnest now, clenching around me—and there was no lie this time. I just needed to send her over the edge, to make sure she never forgot me between her thighs.

I flattened my tongue and pressed my stud against her clit, the metal conducting as I sent a spark of my Flux straight into her.