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moisture coated his cock as mechanisms in the bot lubricated his dick and sucked it away with pulsing gulps.
    Synthetic hormones for the bot and Shon’s perfumed desire heightened his arousal.
    Shon gasped. “Oh, my.” She dropped to her knees next to Tarik, leaning in close to watch the bot give Tarik fellatio. “Now I can see why every man would want one of these. I think I want one.”
    A laugh formed in his chest but failed to pass his lips. Every muscle in his body tensed and burned. He was nearly unable to withstand the intensity of the bot’s orator function. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding, and lips pulled back in a snarl, trying to stave off an orgasm.
    “Enough,” he demanded. “Not without you.”
    With his dick trapped in 32D’s mouth, he could barely think, let alone pleasure Shon. This wasn’t about coming. In the moments of escape from the Tri’Neith and because of the emotions surging through him when with Shon, he’d decided. He was going to trust her, trust himself. Because for the first time in too long, he cared about something besides the missions. He wanted Shon to be real.
    Shon stared, mesmerized by the bot. “I keep thinking she needs to take a breath. But she doesn’t. She just keeps going…forever.”
    “I won’t last forever.” As good as the bot was at giving head, she wasn’t real. She wasn’t Shon. He’d rather have Shon riding his lap, his cock buried in her slick heat.
    “My turn,” she told the bot, pulling her off Tarik just in time.
    Tarik gasped and took several deep breaths to slow his spiking pulse. But then Shon was there, with her soft, warm lips closing over the glans. Delicate swipes of her tongue caressed the frenulum, curled around the ridge and then glided down the stalk. Her silken hair tumbled over him, tickling his stomach.
    “Shon, baby, please.” He tunneled his fingers through her hair, helping to set the tempo. Hot breaths fanned against his wet flesh.
    She hummed, taking him deeper into her mouth. Her fingers, banded around the base, stroked the length. His balls tightened and his cock stretched. Unable to take a minute more of the sweet torture, he gripped her around the waist and lifted.
    Before she could lower herself to his lap, Tarik ripped the leggings. Crazed and desperate, he split the material. Keeping her fingers locked around his cock, Shon shifted over and straddled his hips. Holding his shaft, she rubbed the head between her wet folds. Then she positioned him at her entrance and, in one smooth motion, slowly took him all the way into her slick, hot pussy.
    Her eyes slid closed as she fully seated him deep in her passage. Inner walls gloved to his shaft, gripping him in perfect exquisite pleasure. Tarik splayed his hands along her sides, detailing each rib as he trekked his hands onto her hips, helping her to lift and lower on his dick. He finished shredding the leggings and then palmed the flesh of her ass.
    Shon held to his shoulders, her nails biting into his flesh. She rocked on his lap, grinding against him. Their breaths quickened. Faster. Harder. Building toward an erotic crescendo.
    She whimpered, muscles quivering beneath his hands. Her thighs tightened to his. Her channel grew hotter, wetter.
    “That’s it. Let go, baby. Take me with you.”
    She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, then her body convulsed. Hard contractions pulsed along his cock. The pressure pushed him over the edge. Euphoric bliss numbed his head, and his balls clenched. Fiery heat shot through him as he erupted. He clamped onto Shon, forcing her hard onto his lap, keeping his dick buried to the hilt in her sweet core until he was empty.
    Then he gasped. Tension melted from his body. Shon draped her arms around his neck and sweetly kissed his neck, licking the trickle of sweat from his skin.
    “Can I be of service?”
    Shon laughed and snuggled into Tarik’s neck. “I’d tell the booty-bot to turn off her orator function, but I’m too in awe of her