of
disappointment.
He didn’t reply. He couldn’t tell her that intense feelings
overwhelmed him just by holding her in his arms.
“Have you ever— Were you made just for me?”
“Yes.” He had to believe he lived in this world just for
her.
“So you’ve never experienced pleasure?” Her wide eyes
watched him with curiosity.
He was getting in deeper and deeper. More than anything, he
wanted to tell her the truth but he couldn’t jeopardize the mission. “I have
been programmed and tested. I will not fail you.”
“I didn’t think you would. It’s just… I didn’t expect you to
be so…so real. I don’t usually…oh hell.” Kari gasped for breath as he trailed
his lips up the soft, sweet-scented skin of her neck. “You’re just an advanced
sex toy…right?”
“I am not a toy.” Mav pulled back and looked into her
troubled eyes. “I am a fully functioning sexual bot.” This was not a game, as
she would soon find out.
“You won’t think bad of me…no matter what we do, will you?”
Her question tore at his heart. He dreaded the day she
discovered the truth. Damn Rebecca for coming up with this scheme and damn him
for going along with it. “I am programmed to please you in every way possible.
I will do anything you ask, anything you need. I am incapable of thinking anything
between us would be wrong.” If he put too much feeling into the words, she
didn’t seem to notice.
She whimpered. “If only all men were hardwired like you.
Mav, uh maybe we should take this to the bedroom.”
Slowly, his arms slid from around her and her heavy-lidded
eyes flicked up to meet his. She turned, heading down the hall and his heart
leapt. Grabbing his bag, he followed her with light, eager steps. Her tight ass
distracted him and he almost didn’t notice the office as he passed. Slowing his
gait, he took a gander inside. It was a small room, filled with cabinets and a
long table. A vid screen sat on a corner desk. Littered across the desk were
files and digifiles. After he wore her out, he’d have to pay this room a visit.
Increasing his pace, he caught up to her as she entered her
room. He was surprised to find it absent of feminine touches. A plain, blue
silk temperature-controlled blanket covered an adequate-sized bed and a basic
dresser with the minimum of toiletries lined one wall. Next to a simulator
screen sat a doublewide massage chair. He arched a brow. That could be useful.
He looked back at the bed, where Kari stood looking nervous
and unsure.
“I guess you should take off your clothes.” She rubbed her
sweaty palms on her jeans. Her heart thumped as her eager gaze watched him. A
hot flash of lust seared her pussy and she cursed beneath her breath. How could
she feel more emotion for a droid than she’d ever felt for a man?
He inched his shirt out of the waistband of his pants.
Crossing his arms, he hooked the bottom of the skintight material with his
fingers and pulled. Golden skin gleamed over muscles simulated to perfection.
She drew in a sharp breath. “Oh my god. Your maker was a
genius.”
He pulled the shirt over his head, mussing his short, dark
hair. It made him appear even more human. One thumb flicked the top buckle of
his pants and then moved to the next. Her throat parched as she waited for him
to part the material.
Finally he eased his pants and underwear over his hips and
the ruddy head of his cock peeked out. Slowly, inch by thick, delicious inch,
his cock was freed. She’d asked for ten inches. They’d given her an upgrade.
She’d never seen such an organ. Her panties dampened in anticipation. It had
been a long time since she’d been with a man—a long time since she had even
wanted a man.
“I…I…” Her breath hitched as she struggled to correlate
thought and speech.
“Do you wish to inspect your merchandise?” Mav II posed half
naked, without a trace of amusement on his face. His huge cock stood at
attention. He had to be a droid. A man would be smug
disappointment.
He didn’t reply. He couldn’t tell her that intense feelings
overwhelmed him just by holding her in his arms.
“Have you ever— Were you made just for me?”
“Yes.” He had to believe he lived in this world just for
her.
“So you’ve never experienced pleasure?” Her wide eyes
watched him with curiosity.
He was getting in deeper and deeper. More than anything, he
wanted to tell her the truth but he couldn’t jeopardize the mission. “I have
been programmed and tested. I will not fail you.”
“I didn’t think you would. It’s just… I didn’t expect you to
be so…so real. I don’t usually…oh hell.” Kari gasped for breath as he trailed
his lips up the soft, sweet-scented skin of her neck. “You’re just an advanced
sex toy…right?”
“I am not a toy.” Mav pulled back and looked into her
troubled eyes. “I am a fully functioning sexual bot.” This was not a game, as
she would soon find out.
“You won’t think bad of me…no matter what we do, will you?”
Her question tore at his heart. He dreaded the day she
discovered the truth. Damn Rebecca for coming up with this scheme and damn him
for going along with it. “I am programmed to please you in every way possible.
I will do anything you ask, anything you need. I am incapable of thinking anything
between us would be wrong.” If he put too much feeling into the words, she
didn’t seem to notice.
She whimpered. “If only all men were hardwired like you.
Mav, uh maybe we should take this to the bedroom.”
Slowly, his arms slid from around her and her heavy-lidded
eyes flicked up to meet his. She turned, heading down the hall and his heart
leapt. Grabbing his bag, he followed her with light, eager steps. Her tight ass
distracted him and he almost didn’t notice the office as he passed. Slowing his
gait, he took a gander inside. It was a small room, filled with cabinets and a
long table. A vid screen sat on a corner desk. Littered across the desk were
files and digifiles. After he wore her out, he’d have to pay this room a visit.
Increasing his pace, he caught up to her as she entered her
room. He was surprised to find it absent of feminine touches. A plain, blue
silk temperature-controlled blanket covered an adequate-sized bed and a basic
dresser with the minimum of toiletries lined one wall. Next to a simulator
screen sat a doublewide massage chair. He arched a brow. That could be useful.
He looked back at the bed, where Kari stood looking nervous
and unsure.
“I guess you should take off your clothes.” She rubbed her
sweaty palms on her jeans. Her heart thumped as her eager gaze watched him. A
hot flash of lust seared her pussy and she cursed beneath her breath. How could
she feel more emotion for a droid than she’d ever felt for a man?
He inched his shirt out of the waistband of his pants.
Crossing his arms, he hooked the bottom of the skintight material with his
fingers and pulled. Golden skin gleamed over muscles simulated to perfection.
She drew in a sharp breath. “Oh my god. Your maker was a
genius.”
He pulled the shirt over his head, mussing his short, dark
hair. It made him appear even more human. One thumb flicked the top buckle of
his pants and then moved to the next. Her throat parched as she waited for him
to part the material.
Finally he eased his pants and underwear over his hips and
the ruddy head of his cock peeked out. Slowly, inch by thick, delicious inch,
his cock was freed. She’d asked for ten inches. They’d given her an upgrade.
She’d never seen such an organ. Her panties dampened in anticipation. It had
been a long time since she’d been with a man—a long time since she had even
wanted a man.
“I…I…” Her breath hitched as she struggled to correlate
thought and speech.
“Do you wish to inspect your merchandise?” Mav II posed half
naked, without a trace of amusement on his face. His huge cock stood at
attention. He had to be a droid. A man would be smug
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