Free Adam 483: Man or Machine? by Ruth D. Kerce Page A

ass cheeks. He massaged the puckered skin around her hole. “Relax.” He grabbed the clit chain and wrapped it around his wrist, so it would tug while he fucked her.
    Positioning himself, he pressed the head of his cock against her asshole.
    She pushed back against him.
    “Slow, Tyree.” With a groan, he eased the head just barely inside her. The erotic sensation and sight made his cock ache.
    Tyree clenched her ass and he about lost it. “Damn!” He tugged on the clit chain.
    She gasped. “Fill me up!”
    He pushed in deeper. She was so fucking tight. He clenched his teeth.
    “Oh, yes!” She came fast and kept coming. “Adam!”
    “Yeah!” He pumped her ass, teetering on the edge of losing it himself. He knew she’d be good but he hadn’t expected this. Back and forth, the pleasure along his cock intensified. His balls tightened. He wrapped his arm around her waist, stilling his movements, and held her tightly.
    “Don’t stop.”
    “Just catching my breath. Extending the fuck, baby.” He pushed his dick a little deeper, careful not to go too far or hurt her. “Is that good?” It was damn fantastic for him.
    “Yes! Come up my ass, Adam. I want to feel you spurting into me.”
    Her words pushed him over the edge. He squeezed one of her ass cheeks, pumped his hips and spewed. “Ahh-hh!”
    Tyree came again, thrashing beneath him. She didn’t scream this time, only made little whimpering noises that sounded sexy as hell.
    Her ass clenched him tightly, holding his cock inside her, and he groaned her name. Finally drained of cum, he collapsed across her back. She relaxed, and he slipped out of her body. That was, by far, the best fuck of his life.
    He rolled off her, unclipped her clit and dragged her into his arms. “Are you all right?”
    “Completely satiated.”
    “Me, too.”

Chapter Six
     
    Tyree sat on the command deck, filling out reports on an electronic, handheld data pad. She normally did entries in her quarters but, if she stayed in her room, she’d end up in bed with Adam. Or on the floor, or bent over the desk, or any other place he wanted to fuck her.
    Making love with him was better than anything she’d ever experienced, but sex was not conducive to work. Even now, concentrating on mundane, operational reports proved difficult when images of him lying naked in bed, waiting for her, played through her mind.
    He’d shown her things about ecstasy and her body that she’d never thought possible. Including some acts she suspected must be illegal in more than one star sector. A grin crossed her face.
    The memory of her submission to all of his sexual demands almost shocked her. But the pleasures she experienced were phenomenal.
    Their last encounter, before duty finally called, readily came to mind. He’d found her vibrator in the bathroom and immediately put it to good use. He’d tossed her on the bed, tied her wrists and ankles to the side supports, then teased her clit mercilessly, not allowing her to come until, practically mad from unfulfilled desire, she’d begged him for release.
    Once he let her climax, he’d given her orgasms she thought would never stop—first with the vibrator pressed against her clit and three fingers pumping deep inside her pussy, then he’d replaced the vibrator with his talented tongue and licked her through two more massive climaxes. Finally, he substituted his cock for his fingers and used the vibrator on her nipples, all the while saying wild, sexy things to her, encouraging her to come harder and longer with each orgasm.
    After she was completely spent, his cock remained hard as steel. If he hadn’t come inside her pussy, up her ass and down her throat multiple times already in their affair, she’d have questioned if his cock was even real. He had exceptional staying power.
    Once she’d somewhat recovered from her own orgasm-a-thon, she’d crawled on top of him and ridden him like a wild animal, determined to work his cock hard. He came then,