Pandora #3
My orgasm had been building, waiting for his permission. Finally, I could shatter.
"Neo . . .”
"Come for me,” he said. "Now.”
My body arched with want, my walls clenching desperately around him, on the verge of breaking. He hammered into me, his hips crashing against mine, driving his cock so deep I felt him in my stomach.
"Fuck . . . Pandora.” His voice broke as my pussy squeezed his cock.
My orgasm detonated through me—my muscles clenched around him so hard he groaned. I felt my body gripping him rhythmically. I arched fully, the wave tearing through me from head to foot.
"Fuck, Pandora . . .” Neo pulsed inside me, and I felt his hot cum as he spilled deep inside me. His teeth sank into my shoulder, his whole body shaking, out of control.
Gasping, I collapsed. I was done. My limbs gave out. He caught me, pulled me against his chest.
"That was . . .” I couldn’t find the words.
"Intense,” he finished. His voice was wrecked.
I leaned into him, felt his warmth, his heartbeat. "Neo,” I breathed, and turned to look at him.
He smiled. But then he really looked at me. "Oh God,” he whispered. "Pandora . . .”
I was trembling, my whole body shaking.
"Hey.” The hardness left his voice completely. "Look at me.”
I tried to focus. Everything blurred. Black spots danced at the edges of my vision.
His head tilted slightly, his eyes studying my face. "I’m here,” he murmured. "I’m right here.” He pulled me into his arms and held on. "You’re shaking,” he said, regret in his voice now.
"I . . . I can’t stop.”
"Shh.” His hand moved over my hair. "It’s okay. You’re okay.” He barely touched my skin. "Breathe, just breathe.”
I tried. The first breath came out jagged and broken. The second went a little deeper. Slowly, my racing heart started to settle. I let myself fall against his chest.
"Better?” he asked quietly.
I nodded. "Yes.”
He kept holding me. His hands were on my back. "Pandora,” he said after a moment. "Do you want to talk about it?”
I lifted my head and looked at him.
"About what just happened,” he continued. "About me. About what I am.” His eyelids flickered briefly. The muscles around his eyes stayed tense for too long. "It’s too much, isn’t it?”
"Yes,” I said honestly. "It’s too much.” My vision blurred again. "But I want it this way.”
"Pandora . . .”
"No, listen to me.” I pulled myself upright with what strength I had left. "You’re asking me if it’s too much. Yes. It is. My body can barely keep up. My mind can’t either.”
He started to say something. I didn’t let him.
"But I don’t want it any other way.” My voice steadied. "I want it exactly like this. This is you. And it makes me wild with wanting.”
"No—you drive me insane,” he said through his teeth. "You woke something in me that won’t stop. I’m not like other men. I never get tired. Never satisfied. I’ll never . . .”
Something stirred in me. "Never have enough of me,” I finished.
"Never.”
"Good.” I kissed him. "Then we’re perfect for each other.”
He kissed me back. His lips barely touched mine at first, then pressed harder, more deliberate, opening my mouth. His tongue found mine. When he pulled back, his gaze hit me off guard, as if he didn’t know how to stop looking at me.
"Neo,” I whispered. "You can’t . . . not again . . .”
"I can.” When he spoke, I held my breath. His voice vibrated. "I can’t help it.”
I drew in air. My muscles were still aching, soft as wax. "I’m completely exhausted.”
"I know.” His hands moved over my skin. "But look at me.”
I looked down. His cock was thick and hard again.
"That’s impossible,” I gasped.
"For a human, yes.” His lips found my throat. "But I’m not human.” He kissed down my neck to my chest.
"Neo, I can’t . . .”
"You don’t have to do anything,” he murmured against my skin. "Let me seduce you.” His tongue circled my nipple. I moaned. "You’re responding already,” he noted, satisfied.
"That’s not fair.”
"Love isn’t fair.” His hand slid between my legs. "But it’s honest.”
A rough sound escaped my throat. I was sore, but God, I was getting wet again.
"You see?” he whispered. "Your pussy wants me.”
"Neo . . .” My voice trembled.
"I love it when you say my name like that. Breathless.” He kissed my stomach. "Say it again.”
"Neo.”
"Mmm.” His tongue followed the path his hands had taken. "Again.”
"Neo, please . . .”
"What do you want me to do?” He lifted his head. "What do you really want? Deep down.”
My body answered for me. I arched toward him. "More,” I whispered.
"I thought so.”
His tongue slid over my pussy, testing, pushing in. He sucked my clit and I moaned.
"So sensitive. So perfect.”
He licked me in long, unhurried strokes. His tongue pushed deeper, pulled back, circled, as if he had all the time in the world.
"I can taste myself on you,” he murmured. "It makes my cock so fucking hard.”
Oh God. His words made me shiver. My uninjured hand gripped his hair, pulling him closer.
"Yes,” he said. "Show me what you want.”
His tongue was everywhere—moving over me, dipping inside, traveling higher, then back again. An endless, torturous loop.
My back arched. "I . . .”
"Not yet,” he warned. "I want to take my time with you first.” He pushed one finger inside me, then a second.
I flinched. I was raw and oversensitive there, but the pain gave way quickly to a current building.
"You’re so tight,” he groaned. "So warm.”
The sensation was overwhelming. His tongue moved on me, his fingers inside me. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. Needed all of him. The emptiness in me was screaming to be filled.
"Please.”
"What, my beautiful one? My perfect little menace.”
"Please . . . I need your cock inside me.”
He pulled his fingers back. I whimpered.
"Patience,” he whispered. "I want it to be perfect.” He positioned himself over me. His eyes consumed me. "You’re so beautiful,” he said. "So perfect for me.”
Slowly, he pushed his cock inside me. I threw my head back.
"Yes,” he groaned. "Just like that. Take me in.”
I shivered beneath him.
"You feel so good.” He thrust into me in long, deep strokes that filled me completely, then left me almost empty.
I watched him above me, always in control.
But this time I wanted more. I wanted to see him beneath me while I rode his cock.
I wanted to decide how deep, how fast. After everything he’d done to me, it was time I took the lead.
"Now,” I whispered against his ear, "I want to be on top.”
He lifted his head and smiled. "As you wish.”
He turned us over without pulling his cock out. Now he was on his back, his thick shaft still buried inside me. I lowered my hips, taking him deeper.
"Pandora…”
"Shh.” I sank down onto his cock slowly, my pussy squeezing him tight. He groaned. "Do you like that?” I asked.
"Yes,” he moaned. "But . . .”