Cypher got closer to hating that body even more than he already did. But he still indulged in that soft kiss, her mouth claiming his with a gentle press that ignited sparks, the contact pulling him deeper into the lustful haze.
His hands spread on her asscheeks, fingers splaying wide on that rounded flesh beneath her tight pants. It was hard to feel much through leather, but she was soft and round where it counted, yielding just enough under his squeeze to make his cock twitch. He tried to claw them, all the while feeling her lips move, sucking lightly at his bottom lip. He didn't know if they were implants; they felt real, warm and soft, and that lipstick… It tasted fruity.
He closed his eyes and felt her warm tongue sweep through his mouth, parting his lips with a glide. Her tongue was long, reaching deep to tangle with his in a wet, swirling dance that filled him with her flavor. Her saliva coated his taste buds in a hot rush. Her body was light, moving with a graceful ease that made the kiss feel endless, every flick and curl building the pressure in his groin until he ached.
"Ummmh…" A low vibration escaped his chest as her tongue retreated just enough to let him breathe.
Rita broke the kiss. A little trail of spit stretching between their lips, glistening under the low lights like a cybernetic thread. Her grey-green eyes looked drunk. Then she smirked. "Ti for the motivation."
She slid off his lap, down to the floor on her knees between his spread knees. The cool air brushed his skin as she positioned herself, her hands trailing down his thighs.
That picture-perfect view made his hardness strain even more.
"Can't not help a struggling good boy, can I now? Fighting addiction. Even saved my ass." Her slender fingers moved, unbuttoning his cargos and just pulling them down to his ankles, baring all of his legs and thickness in one swift tug.
The fabric pooled around his boots, leaving him exposed, his cock springing free into the dim light, pulsing with need.
"Mmmmmh… A gifted, good boy, hm?" she giggled.
He was so fucking close already that he had to curl his toes inside his boots to control himself, the tension in his muscles fighting back the urge to erupt. He felt her cold tal fingers wrap around his girth, the chill contrasting with his warm flesh.
He had to say, he was fucking gifted indeed. His flesh pole was bigger than the one he had in his past life, girthy and throbbing in her hand. The worst part was that the fucker had wasted it on BDs and a masturbation machine.
"Fuck!" He cursed.
Rita giggled low and filthy, her face hovering under his shaft. She dragged that long, wet tongue up the underside in one slow swipe, then painted lazy circles around the swollen head while her sharp-nailed fingers locked tight around the base. Precum sared across her cheek and chin as she rubbed the leaking tip against her lower face, eyes glinting with wicked delight.
Her tongue kept swirling, teasing the sensitive rim in tight, deliberate loops that made his hips jerk. Every flick sent lightning straight to his balls, and fuck, he was already teetering on the edge, thighs trembling.
She noticed. Those grey-green eyes flicked up, drunk and knowing, reading every twitch like code.
"Hold it, honey. Not so fast," she purred.
And with that, she dived in.
Both tal hands dropped, cold and unyielding, clamped onto his knees, spreading his knees wider. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed him down in one slick plunge. No hands, just pure greedy throat. Her mouth was molten, tighter than any flesh had a right to be, lips sealing around him like a vacuum as she took him deep. Right until his cockhead nudged the back of her throat and kept going.
Ghk! Slurp!
The wet, sloppy noises were loud enough to cut through the low thump of the music's dying bass. Out in the open, on that battered couch, with the wind rattling the windows and neon bleeding across the floor. Anyone could walk in and see Rita on her knees, devouring him.
When Cypher forced his eyes down, he nearly lost it right there.
Half his cock had vanished into her pretty mouth, lips stretched taut and shiny with spit, mascara smudged into dark streaks. Those drunk, smiling eyes stared straight up at him, smug and filthy, daring him to break. Her tal nails scratched lightly, teasing lines along his thighs and knees, the sting mixing with the suction until his vision blurred.
"Mmmmmh," she humd around him, the vibration ripping a strangled groan from his chest.
Then she started moving, really moving. Her head snapped forward and back in a brutal, hungry rhythm, cheeks hollowing as she fucked her own throat on him. Spit poured down his shaft, dripping off her chin in thick strings. Every plunge made a wet, nasty squelch, her tongue lashing the underside like it was trying to wring him dry.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Ugh… Fucking… close!" Cypher clawed at the couch, holding it in. He didn't want this to end so fast.
But Rita only doubled down, slamming her mouth straight down harder, faster. Nose burying against his pelvis as her throat fluttered around his cock. Her tongue kept swirling, relentless, adding another layer of tornt. Drool spilled everywhere, soaking his balls, running down his thighs.
"C-Can… I… grab your head?" he gasped, hips bucking helplessly into that perfect, punishing heat.
Rita eased off just enough to keep the swollen tip trapped between her slick lips, tongue flicking once under the rim. It was just enough for her to mutter out, "Treat yourself, pretty doll."
"..."
"Unnnnghfffff!" A choked moan tore out of her as Cypher snapped.
Both hands shot forward, fingers twisting into those tight purple buns like handles, and he dragged her face down hard. His hips punched up at the sa ti, ramming every inch past her lips in one brutal thrust. Her throat seized around him, spasming, and he locked her there.
His balls mashed flat against her chin, nose buried in the trimd hair at his base, her purple lips sealed flush to his base. Thank goodness he'd trimd the bush that morning. But that was all, he couldn't hold it anymore.
And since Rita wasn't slapping his lap to stop him, he shattered.
The first blast hit like a railgun. Thick, pent-up ropes of cum erupted straight down her throat, so much pressure it forced its way back up in ssy surges.
Her nose flared wide, nostrils flaring desperately for air as hot spurts overflowed, bubbling out around his shaft in filthy white drops. Years of denial, glitter nights, lonely machines, wave after wave. All of it unloading in heavy, sticky pulses.
Froth poured from the corners of her stretched lips, streaking her cheeks, dripping off her chin in long, glistening strands that splattered onto her chest and the floor. A second load backwashed through her nose, pearly beads clinging to her lashes, and sliding down her smooth skin.
He held her there through every brutal throb, hips grinding, until the last shudder ripped through him and his grip loosened. Just in ti.
Cough! Cough!
Rita jerked back, gasping. "Ugh… Don't do that again… unless I tell you to."
Again?
Before he could even think, she dove back in. Her right hand wrapped around his slick shaft, pumping slow and greedy, milking the last drops while her mouth chased every streak of white. She lapped it up. Tongue dragging over his skin, swallowing the frothy ss with little moans until he glead wet and clean.
Cypher could hardly believe what had just happened. Why did it happen? Was he that easy? Or was she that easy?
"There you go…" Rita finally pulled away, rising to her feet. She glanced at her cybernetic arm; thick ropes of cum clung to the matte black plating. With a lusty smirk, she lifted it to her mouth and licked it clean. Her tongue curled around the tal fingers while her eyes stayed locked on his.
Right then, the last clip holding her hair gave way. Purple strands tumbled loose over her shoulders, framing her cum-streaked face like so neon-lit succubus fresh from a street fight.
"Holy shit!" Cypher nearly moaned, cock already stirring again. "Rita, you… Look like an absolute goddess with your hair down."
"You think so?"
"I know so." He really wasn't lying. He already found her attractive, but now, she was irresistible; ruined makeup, lips swollen, hair wild, his ss still glistening on her skin.
But Rita didn't seem to trust him and just laughed at it. "Trying to sweet-talk for more, huh? You gotta crank it up if you want that, pretty doll."
Pretty doll? I ain't pretty.
Quickly, he pulled his pants and stood up. "I w—"
"How about this?" She cut him off and slid in close until her chest pressed right up against him. She tilted her chin up, a whole head shorter but owning the mont. "You keep clean for one full month, choom, and I'll take you to a preem party. And yeah… you'll get a lot more of than this."
"..."
Cypher knew he was no horndog, but… even if he wasn't influenced by the body's addictions, he'd agree to that.
"Deal."
Rita laughed even louder at that and walked away to her personal van. "See you around."
Thud!
When her van left, he relaxed back on that couch and just looked into the distance. He no longer felt that throbbing headache from withdrawal. In fact, he felt fucking refreshed with his balls empty.
Yeah, this was a drug worse than that glitter. Fuck, now he wanted her mouth on his cock again and to never leave. He now realized why he had that cock sucking machine on. The dead fucker was addicted to the feeling.
What the fuck just happened?
He scratched his head, trying to understand how he even impressed Rita. Just shooting that Tyger Claw couldn't be that big of a deal, right?
Ugh… Fuck it, let's go ho and make that gun. I'm fucking pumped!
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