Free The Pleasure Bot (Planet Desire Book 4) by Delilah Devlin Page B

anticipation.
    Finally, the blunt, thick head of his cock probed her pussy. Unable to control herself, she shoved her hips back, trying to force him inside.
    His hands tightened, and he pushed her forward.
    “I gave you the words,” she said, complaint and defiance in her voice.
    “I’m not refusing, sweetheart,” he ground out. “I don’t want to hurt you. I waited too long.”
    Relief made her sob. “You can’t hurt me. I’m so ready, I’ll explode of you don’t take me now.”
    A deep, harsh breath sounded, then he thundered inside, storming easily into slick pussy. “ Sweet Jesus! ” He pulled out slowly, the crown of his cock rubbing her inner walls, then thrust back inside. His hands tightened on her buttocks. He stroked faster.
    Priscilla felt the coil wind tightly in her belly and widened her stance, tilting her hips higher to give him free rein to pummel. Over and over she suffered the sweet pounding. His cock drove the air from her lungs. His belly slapped her ass, loud and sharp. His balls banged against her clitoris. Faster, harder, until her breath gasped with each stroke.
    Her orgasm burst over her in a wave. A cry ripped from her throat as her arms collapsed beneath her. If not for Declan’s fierce grip, she would have fallen to the bed.
    Still he hammered into her, harder now, the strokes shorter—so fast the friction along the walls of her vagina bred a heat that fired another orgasm.
    Priscilla screamed this time, unprepared for the flash of sensation that swept over her.
    “Sweet, sweet, Priss !” Declan groaned and liquid heat spurted into her, bathing her inner walls with fire.
    When at last the movement of his hips and thighs halted, Priscilla rested her head on the mattress, dragging air into her lungs. Her hips were still suspended on Declan’s cock.
    He folded over her back with a groan and kissed her neck and shoulder. His arms wrapped around her middle and squeezed. “Think you’ll be ready for a riding lesson after we’ve had a nap?”
    Who’s we, Kimosabe? she thought, taking a page from Agnes’s book. “My saddle’s feeling a little bruised at the moment.”
    Declan eased them both to the bed without breaking the connection between their bodies.
    For some reason, his action pleased Priscilla very much. “Perhaps I’ll introduce you to Jake,” she said, smothering a laugh.
    “Who’s Jake?” Declan growled drowsily in her ear.
    “Never mind,” she murmured.
    Declan didn’t reply. Within moments, he snored gently in her ear—a natural, soothing sound that nearly lulled her to sleep.
    His cock slid from her body, and she turned around to stare at him. He really was perfect, from the dimple in the center of his chin, to the tips of his long toes. And now that the whiskey stench was off him, the scent they’d given his skin drove her crazy. She closed her eyes and inhaled. He smelled of some exotic spice, slightly cinnamony, and of sex.
    Pinnacle really had thought of everything. She’d have to buy stock—they were going to make millions.
    Every woman in the galaxy would want a Pleasure Bot for her very own. She wondered how long the waiting list would be for the first models coming off the assembly line. A day would be interminable now that she knew how intensely pleasurable having one around could be.
    She felt a pang in her chest at the thought that her new bot wouldn’t be the same as Declan. If Pinnacle used personality-matching, she might actually have a bot she didn’t feel like screaming at. One who wouldn’t go out of his way to get her to the point she wanted to scream. And he wouldn’t be as dark, or hairy , or brawny—and he might just let her be in charge for once.
    But then, she probably wouldn’t feel as alive as she did now. Her body ached, but her mind was engaged, humming with the memories of his touch and his sarcasm.
    Besides, his face had grown on her. She traced the edge of his wide, strong jaw and dipped her finger into the cleft on his