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“You like to live dangerously, don’t you?” he growled as he
bent his head again. His hands cupped her ass. The rounded globes in his large
hands, he pulled her up flush against his arousal.

A thick ridge, like an iron bar, pressed into her soft
belly. Heat shifted and swirled through her body like a flock of birds that had
been resting, but were now on the wing again. Her womb clenched hard and her pussy
followed suit, clenching around its own emptiness. She needed that thick cock
inside her, thrusting in and out of her aching cunt. She needed him to fill her
again and again until she screamed his name and came in torrents around him.
Needed him buried so deep inside her it was difficult to tell where she ended
and he began.

“No point in anything else, is there? Otherwise, how do you
feel alive?” She rose on her toes to kiss him again. He was addictive, like a
drug. She wanted more. She wanted more than more. She never wanted the kiss to
end.

This time she didn’t let him take the lead. Instead she
evaded and teased, letting him see what she was offering, but never quite
letting him claim the prize. He growled in warning as he pressed her back
against the wall. Grinding his cock against her soft belly, he ripped open the
front of her ship-suit.

The zipper gave. She gasped. Cool air washed over her
breasts as they all but spilled out of the black satin bra she wore under her
ship-suit. Her nipples beaded into tight pebbles as he claimed one breast in a
large, rough hand.

“Oh God. Yes.”

His clever fingers slid under the satin, freeing the turgid
nipple for his attention. Heat slipped from her cunt, her panties not damp
anymore, but soaked. She whimpered, knowing she was slick and wet. All the
better to take the thick length she could feel pressed against her.

“That feel good, sweetling? You feel good. So good I want to
fuck you all night.”

He abandoned her lips, trailing quick, hot kisses down her
neck as he headed for her breasts. His lips latched on to her nipple and Samara
was in heaven. His mouth was a heated cavern of pleasure and sensuous torture.
He suckled, nipped and licked until she was almost out of her mind.

Her hands free, she drove them into what little hair he had,
delighting in the feeling of his shorn locks, like coarse velvet, against her
hands. She held him to her breasts, moaning as he freed the other from its
satin cage and alternated his attention between the two.

She didn’t care that they were in an open-fronted cell with
guards just down the corridor. In fact, being so close to other people, knowing
that they could walk by at any moment, just made the moment all the hotter. All
she cared about was the man in front of her with his lips on her breasts and
large hands smoothing over her generous curves. He pushed the suit from her
shoulders with rough gestures, as though he was impatient to get his hands on
the rest of her. She didn’t care. She just needed him to keep touching her.

He slid to his knees to kiss along her stomach. His hands
busied themselves sliding around her hips to push her suit farther down. He
licked her navel, his tongue playing in the small indentation. Hot and cold
shivers chased over her skin.

“Shoes off for me, sweetling.”

His voice was muffled against her skin, but the order was
unmistakable. Not wanting him to stop, she toed one shoe off, then the other.
Thank God nurses wore surgical clogs rather than full boots like the rest of
the crew. High-leg lace-ups were so not made for quickie sex against the wall.

“Good girl.”

She couldn’t answer. All her attention was diverted to the
feel of fabric sliding over her hips as he pushed her ship-suit down. It slid
down her thighs and farther until she could kick it away.

“Gorgeous,” he breathed. His hands smoothed up the length of
her legs, reveling in her satiny skin. Samara thanked any deity who was
listening that she’d been vain enough to shave her legs in the shower that
morning.

“Thong. Kinky. That right, sweetling? You like a little
kink? How about being cuffed to the bed and fucked until you scream?”

The words, whispered over her skin as he kissed along the
edge of her underwear, weakened her knees. Whimpering, she clutched at his
shoulders. Her pussy clenched in time with his words, her clit an aching ball
of sheer
fuck-me-now
need. Parting her legs, he lifted one over a broad
shoulder. She suppressed a moan as he kissed her satin-covered mound.

“You’re wet. This getting you going, sweetheart? Do I make
you hot?”

Leaning back against the wall and doing her best not to
pant, she nodded. She couldn’t speak as his hands moved higher and closer to
where she wanted him to touch the most.

His fingers flirted with the edge of her thong, bypassing
her hypersensitive clit by a fraction of an inch. She bit her lip in
frustration, about to complain, then his fingers slid under the satin and right
along her slickened cunt lips beneath.

“Ohhhh! Oh God…yes.”

Unerringly he stroked along her labia, parting them and
finding her clit in one sweep. Using the broad, rough pad of his fingertip, he
stroked and circled, alternating the softest pressure with hard sweeps until
she canted her hips against his hand, riding his clever fingers and desperate
to come.

“Oh, you like that, huh? I know what you’ll like better.”

She was close, so close his words didn’t register at first.
Not until he leaned forward, scooping the satin of her thong out of the way and
uncovering her pussy. As his lips latched on to her clit, suckling it hard, he
thrust two thick fingers deep into her pussy.

She screamed in pleasure, the sound buried under the sound
of the red alert klaxon. Her cunt clenched hard, and then fluttered around his
fingers. A sure sign she was near to orgasm. He didn’t give her any letup,
didn’t let her savor the buildup as her previous lovers had.

Instead he drove her higher with relentless licks and sucks
on her clit as he pumped in and out of her pussy in a hard and fast rhythm. Her
hands were on his head again as she held him against her cunt, desperate for
every sensation he was offering.

“God, you taste wonderful. That’s it, babe, give me
everything,” he whispered against her. “I want to taste your cream on my
tongue.”

That did it. Throwing her head back, she abandoned herself
to the maelstrom of pleasure within. Her body shook as she shattered, coming
harder than she’d ever come before.

He growled in approval, burying his face between her thighs
and lapping up her juices with eagerness. She shuddered. Each brush and thrust
of his tongue against her pleasure-racked flesh was almost unbearable. She
moaned as he fucked her with his agile tongue, desperate for something larger
and thicker between her thighs.

Despite her release, her arousal built again. Insistent and
relentless, it was a tide of pleasure she couldn’t do anything to stop. When he
pulled away, wiping his mouth, she was flushed and panting in need again.

“You taste fantastic. I could tongue-fuck you for eternity.”

He moved up her body in a surge of explosive movement. On
the way, he ripped open the front of his ship-suit and gathered her leg up over
his hip. “I bet you’ll feel fantastic wriggling on my cock as well.”

She gasped as he moved. The wide head of his cock nudged at
her slit. A fresh wave of heat rolled through her, coating his cock. She wanted
this. Heaven help her, she wanted this. She wanted to be pinned against a wall
and fucked insensible by a sexy stranger with enigmatic green eyes.

Embarrassment tried to join the heat surging through her.
Nice girls shouldn’t yearn to be thrust up against a wall and have their brains
screwed out. It didn’t last long though. As he pulled her leg higher over his
hip and began to push into her, all of her higher brain functions went into
meltdown.

He pushed and her body parted around his thick diameter. She
caught her breath. He was big. Far bigger than she’d thought, even with the
warning of his cock pressed up against her belly earlier. So wide, she tensed,
feeling the slight burning in her pussy. Feeling her hesitation, he reared back
and speared her with a glittering gaze.

“Don’t you
dare
back out on me now.”

The expression on his face was thunderous, his voice little
more than a growl of warning. Rolling his hips, he leaned in and his breath
whispered over her neck. “It’s not nice to tease a man. Cock teases get fucked
anyway. Used hard and nasty. You want that?”

She didn’t. Everything intellectual about her recoiled from
the idea, but her body clenched tightly at his crude words. Her cunt fluttered
on the thick cock she was stretched around. Something inside told her that he
wouldn’t make good on the threat. That if she said no, he’d let her walk away
unharmed. How she knew that she had no idea.

Perhaps it was the gentleness of his hands despite their
great strength. Or the fact he’d made sure of her pleasure before he’d gotten
his cock out of his pants. She knew a lot of men would have whipped their
pricks out at the merest hint of a willing pussy. Then it would be two minutes,
if she was lucky, of thrusting and groaning for nothing more than sticky thighs
and finishing herself off in the shower.

The rush of liquid tipped him off. Grunting in surprise, he
slipped in another half inch. The dark realization in his eyes and slow, erotic
smile almost had her coming over his cock, right there and then.

“You like that, don’t you?”

Samara bit her lip and didn’t answer. How could she answer
that without sounding like a complete slut?
Yes, I love it. Fuck me now, big
boy
? Nope, she just couldn’t force the words past her lips. The blush
seemed to be enough though. He grinned and rolled his hips, making them both
gasp.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard…you’ll come screaming my
name.”

She shivered. Heat crawled over her body. Every cell was
energized, burning with anticipation. Just one heavy thrust, that’s all it
would take. Then she’d be filled to the hilt and in sheer, erotic heaven.

“What are you waiting for then?”

She leaned her head back against the wall and treated him to
a sensual look from under her lashes. The sort of look she’d seen the other,
skinnier nurses try on the marines, but certainly nothing she’d ever have
thought of trying herself. She was too plump, too plain for anything like that.

Until now. Until he’d made her feel sexy.

He didn’t answer her. Not with words anyway. Slowly, with an
almost mechanical precision, he pushed against her. Pushed home. Biting her
lip, she held back a moan as her body parted to accommodate him. It was a
burning, slippery slide of pure sensation. Not once did he break eye contact as
he filled her inch by delicious inch with his cock.

“Oh God,” she managed as his hips met hers. Buried to the
hilt, his cock throbbed inside her. She’d never felt so full in all her life.

“Lyon, actually. You can call me God if you like.” His lips
found her temple and planted soft kisses there. “Breathe. Just breathe and
it’ll feel good soon.”

The almost painful, full feeling wore off, leaving the
uncontrollable need to move in its wake. She rocked her hips. Her eyes rolled
back in her head as pleasure cascaded through her body. The small movement
opened the floodgates.

Crowding her against the wall, he grunted and pulled his
hips back. He wasn’t gone long. Within a heartbeat, he was back, slamming his
thick length into her in one heavy thrust. She gasped and clutched at his
shoulders for support. Wrapping her legs around his lean hips, she wriggled on
his cock, sliding onto it another impossible half inch.

“More,” she demanded, using the strong muscles of her thighs
to lift herself up the length of his erection. Whimpering in pleasure, she released
them and slid back down the heavily veined shaft. She’d heard cyborgs were well
endowed, but this was something else.

She liked big cocks, some of the vibrators she kept in her
bottom drawer were almost eye-watering in girth, but none of them were like
this. No amount of synth-plastic, no matter how realistic or how stimulating
its pump action, could replace the real thing. And nothing, she was quickly
finding out, compared to Lyon. She could feel
everything
.

“Tease,” he threw back between gritted teeth. “But if it’s
more you want, then more you’ll get. Sure you can handle it?”

The last was a rhetorical question. As soon as the words
left his lips, he started to move. Not the exploratory movements of earlier, as
he’d allowed her to get used to the sheer size and width of him. Instead he
spread his thighs for balance, pulled back, then surged back into her in a
powerful thrust that literally stole the breath from her lungs. He pinned her
between the wall and his battle-honed and -hardened frame. Fucking her with
heavy thrusts and dominant surges, he fed the entire length of his cock into
her needy cunt until his balls pressed against her ass. He pulled back out
again, until the wide purple head almost slipped from her soaked slit.

His eyes glittered under half-closed lids. His expression
was caught somewhere between male triumph and feral possessiveness. As though
she belonged to him and this claiming would bind them for life.

All such fanciful thoughts scattered as he rolled his hips
in an unexpected move to touch a spot inside her slick, arousal-drenched
channel that made the ship, any number of worlds…hell, even the entire universe
roll.

“Ohhhh…”

He grinned at her vocalization of pleasure. There was little
amusement in the brief slash of white teeth and a whole lot of erotic
determination. He did it again, making her eyes roll into the back of her head.
Then again and again, until every thrust pressed against that glorious spot of
sensation inside her.