MissionMenage (11 page)

I have to protect her, train her, keep her safe.
Vegas squashed his urge to forgive her.

“You disobeyed direct orders.” He licked his lips, hungry
for a taste of her nipples. “When we work together on missions, you have to
follow my instructions.”

“During these missions…” Raylee nibbled on her bottom lip.
“You could die, Vegas.”

“I could,” he agreed, her concern for him warming his heart.
“I almost died today. Will my death hurt less if you left me now?” Their gazes
met and held, her brown eyes luminous with raw emotion.

“No.” She sighed her acquiescence, surrendering her body,
her mind and her love to him.

“Bend over my lap, Raylee,” Vegas ordered, eager to touch
her.

“But… But…” She wavered and he leveled a hard look on her.
“Okay.” Raylee lowered her torso, her breasts skimming against his skin,
leaving a trail of want and need. He pulled her fully over his thighs, her pert
pale ass in the air.

“Vegas.” Her face reddened and she squirmed, brushing her
stomach against his hard cock.

Fuck, she felt good.
He gritted his teeth. “Be still.”
Flattening his hand, he slapped her right ass cheek. Raylee cried out, arching
her back. “Be still.” His damn stubborn woman finally quieted, holding her body
stiffly with her shoulders pulled back. “Better.” Vegas rubbed the red mark,
soothing the burn.

“For your disobedience, you have earned three more strikes.”
He laid one arm across her shoulders, securing her. “You will count,
understand?” She didn’t respond fast enough, so he pinched the dimple above her
cheek, and she yelped. “Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He raised his hand, waiting, waiting, waiting, as
her body tensed against his, her thighs squeezed together with expectation of
both pain and pleasure. She was so very perfect for him in every way a woman
could be perfect and he would give her what she wanted and dreaded. He smacked
her left ass cheek with more finesse than power, the sound of flesh meeting
flesh ringing out in the quiet.

“One.” Her voice wavered and her eyes watered.

“Good girl.” Vegas ran his stinging palm over her skin, caressing
her crease with his thumb, her diamond-hard nipples dragging across his thigh.
He breathed in the musky scent of her arousal and a bead of pre-cum formed on
his cock head.
Fuck. She’d be wet and slick.

His next slap landed on her already tender right ass cheek
and she called his name, digging her fingernails into his legs, marking him as
he marked her, the pain shooting straight to his cock.

“Two.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, her bottom lip
quivering.

Her torment tore at him.
Am I being too harsh? Causing
her pain?
He slid his hand between her thighs, along her wet pussy, bathing
his fingers in her juices.
No. She wants this. She wants my hands on her
body.
He spread her moisture over her twice-abused ass cheek, cooling the
heated skin.

“One more,” he warned her and she whimpered, a sound of
need, while her body trembled, the tiny vibrations making his cock bob.
Fuck.
I want her so much.
He lifted his hand, and she pushed her ass upward,
offering her delicate skin to him. He slapped her ass cheek with the full flat
of his hand and she screamed, throwing her head back in a beautiful display of
raw female passion, her orgasm ripping through her.

“Three,” he counted for Raylee, gathering her shaking body
into his arms and transferring her onto the bed. Her sensitized ass connected
with the soft coverings and she inhaled sharply. Vegas covered her lips with
his, plunging his tongue into her open mouth and driving his cock into her
pussy.

She sobbed against his lips, her cheeks wet with tears as he
rode her, coaxing the embers of her desire back to life until it burned around
him, her body rippling with increasingly intense tremors, her pussy tightening
around his shaft. Her fingertips dug into his shoulders and her breasts rubbed
against his chest while their tongues danced to the rhythm of his thrusts.

His balls hugged his shaft, on the verge of detonation, and
when Raylee came, a second wave of pleasure sweeping over her, Vegas was ready.
He roared her name, burying himself in her, shuddering with his release.

He softened his kisses to tender exploration, stroking the
inside of her mouth gently with his tongue, his body resting on her soft
curves, his cock limp and spent inside her. She petted his side, running her
hands up and down his muscles, as though to soothe him, her brown-eyed gaze
conveying love and desire.

“I love you, Raylee.” He nuzzled her neck, inhaling the
scent of chalk powder, engine grease and sex.

“I love you, Vegas.” Although Raylee feared the future, the
war between the Balazoids and the Federation looming, bringing with it death
and pain, their love made it bearable, even beautiful. She clutched him
fiercely, vowing to never let him go.

The moment of deep connection held and held and held until
it collapsed under the weight of emotion. Vegas levered his torso off her body
with his arms and Raylee gazed up at him.
God.
I love him so much.

“Ready for round two?” His blue eyes sparked with desire.

“Always.” She cradled his hips between her thighs. Her ass
was sore from his arousing form of punishment, but the rest of her was willing.

“Sexy, fuck my ass,” Vegas commanded. He stuffed a pillow
under her, raising her hips. The height made his ass easily accessible while
his semi-hard cock remained inside her.

Oh God.
Her pussy clamped down on his shaft.
He
plans to fuck me while getting ass fucked.

The companion android spread her human lover’s ass cheeks.
“That’s it,” Vegas encouraged. “Squirt that lube up my tight hole. Yes, stick
your finger in my ass.” His commentary made her heart race. She couldn’t see
their actions, her body pinned under Vegas’, but she pictured Sexy’s long
finger probing Vegas’ ass. Vegas must have found it equally arousing, as his
cock swelled, filling her pussy once more.

Sexy removed his finger with a moist pop and he positioned
himself behind Vegas, his long, hard cock disappearing between tanned ass
cheeks. “Ahhh…” Vegas moaned, his body rocking forward, his cock pushing deeper
into Raylee’s pussy. “That feels so good.”

Big, male android hands clasped his hips, holding him still,
and Vegas’ muscles tightened, his eyes squeezed closed, his face strained. “So
good. Push it all in. Yes. More. Ohhh…” Sexy’s hips pressed up against Vegas’
ass.

Her two identical males faced her, the android with his cock
buried in the human’s ass, the human with his cock inside her, muscle and
muscle and softness, all lined up for pleasure.
God.
Raylee wiggled, her
arousal almost unbearable.

“Fuck me, Sexy,” Vegas demanded. “Fuck my ass hard.”

The android pulled away and slammed into him, smacking
synthetic skin against skin, Vegas groaning with each thrust. Vegas, in turn,
rammed his cock into Raylee’s pussy, relaying the forceful fucking, bouncing
his balls against her tender ass, tearing pants from her lips.

Raylee, lying under two strong males, held on to her human
lover’s shoulders and the android held on to his hips. They were bound by cocks
and limbs and passion, entwined together as one, rocking the bed with the
strength of their desires.

“Vegas.” Her body, having been primed by her earlier
orgasms, coiled quickly and she ached once again for that exquisite release.

“Three more thrusts,” Vegas told her, brushing his lips over
hers, his body sliding along hers. “Three more thrusts, Sexy, and you come,” he
gave the android more explicit instructions.

They had three more thrusts until they came and she’d make
it the best damn three thrusts they’d ever experienced, putting her all into
this last round of fucking.

One.
Raylee pushed her ass off the pillow, meeting
Vegas halfway as he pulled her toward him.

Two.
Her body ached with the vigorous fucking, Sexy’s
constant driving rhythm pushing them toward satisfaction.

Three.
She screamed her pleasure, her pussy soaked by
Vegas’ cum, his body convulsing against hers, his ass cheeks clenching with Sexy’s
simulated release. Sexy, being Sexy, didn’t make a sound, pulling out of Vegas’
ass, retreating to the privacy of the bathing chamber to clean himself.

Vegas rolled with her until she lay on top of him, his arms
around her. Raylee snuggled into his chest, listening to the reassuring beat of
his heart.
He was alive. He was safe.
He petted her hair, smoothing the
unruly tendrils, his touch light and loving.

“So would you work with me again?” She smiled against his
skin, knowing the answer. He loved her. She loved him. They were a team.

“I might.” She heard the humor in his voice. “Give me a few
minutes to recover and we’ll continue your training.”

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