Pressing my palms to his chest I rocked my hips, sliding myself up and down his cock, effectively cutting off his reply and twisting his words into a moan instead.
I started off slowly, not wanting this to be over too quickly. That and my cyborg was huge. Within a few minutes, I had adjusted fully so I picked up the pace, bouncing on his cock.
“Oh, god, why haven’t we been doing this the whole time?” Every nerve ending was on fire, my cunt stretched around his cock, the sight almost bordering on obscene. I fucking loved it.
“Don’t know,” he hissed, fingers tightening around my hips as he lifted his frame, slamming it upwards, meeting my thrusts.
Everything stopped except for the sound of us chasing our pleasure, our bodies colliding repeatedly, taking us right to the edge.
“Close,” he choked out, picking up speed. His thumb worked between our bodies to rub against my swollen clit. That was all I needed.
Tossing my head back, my pussy clamped down on his length as more fucking stars burst behind my eyes and I shattered, coming and crying out his name.
A quick slam of his hips and he followed me, my name ripped from his throat as I felt jet after jet of his hot seed coat my channel. My walls fluttered, sending another spurt of come to shoot from his tip, then his frame went limp beneath me.
Had I worn out my cyborg? Because I was sure I had just wrung Viper dry. And once I could move, I wanted to do it again and again.
Collapsing against his chest, his arms wrapped around me, keeping me right where I always wanted to be.