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“You think you have the stamina for that?” She pushes back against me, burying me deeply.
“Only one way to find out.” I tighten my grip, fucking her furiously as she groans and clenches around my cock.
Sweat gathers between my shoulder blades and on my forehead. I pant with every thrust, altering my rhythm until she’s crying out, begging me to finish.
“Tell me how bad you need it.” I lean over and growl the words into her ear as I slow down, barely moving inside of her. “You want me to fill you with cum, don’t you?”
“Yes!” Riley cries. “Please, Galen!”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me! Come in me!” She pushes back with her ass, twisting and turning to feel more sensation.
I’m happy to oblige.
I stand up a little straighter and grab both of her hips so I can position her just right. I fuck her with long, hard, fast strokes until she’s screaming and practically digging her fingers right through the fabric of the couch.
“Come in me!” she shouts. “Come in me, dammit!”
With a roar, I slam into her and hold myself still as my dick pulsates inside of her. My legs shake, and I can hardly hold myself up as the most incredible sensation ripples through my body.
I feel slightly dizzy as I pull out of her slowly. Riley practically slides onto the seat cushion and pulls her legs to her chest and groans.
“Holy shit, Galen!”
“Did you like that?”
She moans garbled words as she tries to rolls over and ends up falling right off the couch and onto the floor on her back, legs and arms sprawled.
“You’re leaking.” I smirk as I look down at her.
She starts to laugh uncontrollably and then grabs one of the cushions off the couch and throws it at me. I duck easily out of the way.
“It’s your fault!”
“I was just following orders,” I say with a shrug. I laugh as I lean over to help her to her feet.
She’s a little shaky, so I pull her close and hold onto her until she regains her balance. She looks into my eyes and blesses me with her gorgeous smile.
“I liked that,” she says softly.
“I did, too.”
“Wherever we end up,” she says, “we’re going to need soundproof walls.”
“Without a doubt.”
I can’t stop smiling as she heads into the bathroom to wash up. I love this carefree side of her, but I see it so infrequently. There is always something more pressing occupying her mind. As I watch her step into the shower, I can see her expression and her posture change as the complexity of our situation weighs down on her. By the time we climb into bed, she’s already focused on our circumstances.
“If Errol can manage to sever the link between your organic brain and the implants,” she says, “I think we can wean you off the TST easily. The FOG will be a little more difficult because of the way it interacts with your endocrine system, but eventually we should be able to get you off of those as well, I think—”
“Riley, stop.” I don’t want to have this conversation, not now. I was enjoying the lighter side of Riley, and tech talk is not what I want.
“What?”
“I don’t want to talk about it now.”
“A lot is going to happen over the next few days,” Riley says. “Maybe not even that long. I want to make sure you’re prepared for what it’s going to be like for you to get back to normal.”
