Passion Model by Megan Hart Page B

Her hand slipped up to cup his balls, and her thumb stroked him along the line of skin between his anus and testicles. Eddie’s jaw clenched.
    It is harder for the male Ops than for the female. Women are just naturally better at separating themselves from what their bodies are being asked to do. It’s probably a defense trait to cope with things like menstruation and childbirth. Since becoming mecho, I am unable to do either one.
    What Relava lacked in creativity she made up for in enthusiasm, aided by her hand between her legs. She lifted her rear in the air while she put her fingers inside herself and busily masturbated. She was already moaning. Her buttocks flexed as she moved against her hand. The cry she made was muffled with her mouth still wrapped around Eddie’s cock, but still audible. She’d had another orgasm. I sat up straighter in my chair, watching for signs Eddie might need help in subduing her.
    “Now I’m going to perform sexual intercourse with you.” Eddie motioned for Relava turn around. “We’re going to begin in the male from behind position.”
    Relava’s eyes were glazed. She still smiled. Now the skin on her face jumped and ticked, still in a way that untrained eyes would pass off as flirtatious expression. To me it boded trouble.
    Now Relava faced me on her hands and knees, with Eddie behind her. He took a breath, probably to clear his head, then pushed his length into her. Even though she’d had two previous orgasm, Relava let out another low moan of pleasure. She couldn’t help it. She was programmed to love fucking.
    Eddie put his hands on her hips and set up a slow, teasing pattern of strokes that had Relava quickly pushing herself back against him. Eddie maintained the pace, but after a few moments, it no longer mattered. She went into overdrive.
    She put her head down low, so I could only see the top of her head. Now she flung her head back so fast and far the white curve of her throat met my gaze. Maybe she was trying to speak, or to scream. What came out of her was a hideous, low grinding, the sound of rusty gears gone too long without oil. Relava’s back hunched even as she continued to thrust herself on and off Eddie’s erection. Her body shuddered as her hands clenched the sheets so hard they came off the bed.
    Eddie looked grim, and sweat broke out on his forehead. “She’s going over.”
    “You got it?”
    He nodded. “She’s in clenchdown.”
    “You’re in for a helluva ride, Eddie.”
    Clenchdown was an unfortunate autoresponse to an ignition on the fritz. She’d clenched her pussy down so tightly on Eddie’s cock he wouldn’t be able to pull out until she finished…or was inactivated.
    We’d trained for this lots of times, but it’s different in real life. In training, you know you’re not going to get hurt. In the field, nothing is monitored. Nothing is safe. This bot could ride Eddie until he broke and then keep fucking his corpse for hours. Or she could just constrict his dick so forcibly she popped it off like a cherry from its stem. Either prospect wasn’t pretty.
    Eddie barely flinched. The muscles on his arms stood out as he gripped her pounding hips. “I’m going to try and get her to come. Maybe she’ll calm down.”
    “Or maybe she’ll get even more fired up.” I patted my stunner. “I’ll cover you.”
    “Thanks, G.” Now his voice revealed some of the strain he was under. Agony and ecstasy warred on his face for a moment before he smoothed his features again. “She’s a wild one.”
    Relava bucked against him. Her smile never faded. Her hair had begun to tangle from all the head tossing.
    Eddie reached around and found her clitoris with his index and middle fingers. The instant he touched her there, Relava yelped and shuddered. He pressed against her again, and she came again. Her hips never stopped moving, thrusting against him, pulling him in and out of her. Fucking him in overdrive.
    “She’s not stopping,” I said. Watching