Testing Truth (Cyborg Space Exploration #6) - Cynthia Sax Page 0,63

again.” She attempted to rise, was unable to move more than the width of a finger. He was too large. Her legs were too short.

Her gaze met his. She pursed her lips.

He grinned at her. “Are you having difficulties?”

The male knew blasted well what her difficulties were. “Lift me, cyborg.” She demanded the help she required.

His cock bobbed inside her. “Fraggin’ hole, Princess. That tone of yours strips my control.” He cupped her ass, drew her upward, dropped her.

She squeaked, clutching his arms, seeking to soften the fall. Her flesh smacked against his. Heat and pleasure radiated over her.

“I’ll make you as crazed as I am.” He drew her upward, dropped her, drew her upward, dropped her, not allowing her time to recover, to prepare for the erotic onslaught, to do anything other than react.

Her ass slapped against his thighs again and again. Her breath hitched with each landing. His pace was fast. His rhythm varied with each lift, keeping her a bit off-balance.

And she loved it, didn’t expect it to be any other way with her impulsive warrior.

The rest of her lifespan was carefully orchestrated, was a defined routine consisting of protocol, ritual and royal expectations. Truth had brought her spontaneity, the randomness that made moments unique, special.

She grasped his forearms and rode the waves of excitement, her desires spiraling upward, need winding around her chest. Joy mixed with the ardor. A wildness, a fervor, gripped her.

Nancy threw her head back and laughed, trusting her cyborg to stabilize her.

He laughed with her, the sounds of their happiness mixing with their fucking noises. It was glorious, invigorating, everything she never thought she needed.

Yet she had needed it. Very much. And she had needed him, her unlikely prince, her confidante, her companion. Her laughter flowed to panting. Sweat streamed between her breasts. All of her tingled with his nanocybotics. She was being sensually besieged. There was no escaping him, and she loved that also.

She descended upon him again and again. As she plummeted downward, Truth thrust upward, driving deep, shaking her to her core. She was close, so close. Not wanting the encounter to end, she gritted her teeth, tried to delay her satisfaction by sheer willpower.

It was a battle she was losing. Every time he filled her with his hard cock, every time he retreated, he edged her nearer the endless abyss of release. The darkness of fulfillment called to her. The bright desire in his eyes coaxed her forward.

“Truth.” She dug her fingernails into his skin, attempting to relay some of the tension within her.

“Come for me, Princess.” He drove into her. “Come now.”

The command in his voice broke her. She shattered, crying out, pieces of her flying everywhere. Her back arched. Her inner walls constricted around her cyborg’s shaft. Pleasure washed over her.

He roared, pushing deeper inside her. Cum shot from his cockhead and she screamed louder, the bliss extreme to the point of pain, her pussy bombarded by his nanocybotic-laced essence.

That fizzing inside her was the most intimate, stimulating of caresses and it spread throughout her entire form. There wasn’t a place within her that remained untouched. She clutched her breasts, twisting in the air, a creature of passion fighting to be free.

Her warrior anchored her to him, pumping his hips, filling her pussy to overflowing, prolonging her fulfillment. “Yes.” He shouted with each thrust. “Yes.” His tone was exhilarated, triumphant, elated. He was as high on great cavorting as she was, his reaction freeing her.

“Yes.” She leaned back, her long hair sticking to her wet form. “Yes.”

Their voices meshed, as did their satisfaction. The knowledge he was also experiencing rapture made her multiple rounds of orgasms more intense. His emotions amplified hers.

The waves of ecstasy crested and then fell, leveling into an exultation she could manage, could survive. “I love you, Truth.” She slumped forward, draping her form over his, sated and satisfied.

“I love you, Nancy.” He wrapped his arms around her, securing her to him. His chest rose and fell. His triple heartbeat pounded underneath her ear.

If she could decree it so, she would stay in the private chambers with her cyborg forever. They would hide away from their duties, from the rest of the universe, from reality.

But that wouldn’t be fair to her fathers and her mother. “Marthe, Valentin, and Claude must be tired.” They had been stationed on the bridge since they left Royaume.

“The probability they are tired is 35.4589 percent.” Truth’s tone was amused. “Marthe and Valentin took turns sleeping while the