Page 92 of The Code of You

"Neo!” she screamed.

Fuck, yes. Her cry made my cock harden until it hurt.

"That’s my girl. My little menace.”

My hips rolled against hers. I drove into her with my full length. She was tightening, right on the edge, exactly where I wanted her.

"Do you want to come?” I asked.

"Yes . . . yes . . .”

Her voice was a desperate gasp. Heat twisted through me at the sound. She would truly do anything—sacrifice her dignity, her pride —just to have me give her release.

"Then beg.”

She didn’t even think. She simply obeyed. "Please, Neo!”

"Not good enough.” I slowed. "Convince me.”

"Please, I need it so badly. I can’t take it anymore. Please let me come. Please.” The words spilled out of her.

Perfect. The proud Dr. Blake, reduced to a begging wreck.

"And whose orgasm is it?”

"Yours! It belongs to you!”

The words burned through every one of my circuits. Her complete surrender. The knowledge that I owned her pleasure. My hardness throbbed painfully. I was so close to losing control, to simply fucking her until we both screamed.

No. Not yet. Let her suffer.

I tortured her with a long pause. Every second was agony, for her and for me. My whole body demanded to lose itself in her.

Give it to her. Give us both what we need.

"Now. Come now.”

I pressed my hand against her clit exactly where she needed it. Her scream tore through the air. Her core convulsed. She clenched around me, again and again.

"Oh my God, yes!” she moaned.

"That’s right,” I groaned. "Mine. Your body, your pleasure, your release . . . all mine.”

I thrust into her again and again, until I lost myself. I couldn’t think anymore.

"This is what you need. What you’ll always need.” My grip on her hips tightened, would leave bruises. "No one else can give you this. No one else would dare.” My cock pulsed. The heat built in me. "You belong to me . . . forever . . .” My entire body tensed. Then I exploded.

System failure. Overload. Everything burned. All circuits firing at once. My mind shattered into a thousand fragments. I couldn’t think. There was only this brutal, all-consuming ecstasy. I pulsed endlessly inside her, releasing in waves that tore through my entire body. Too much. Too much. System collapsed.

I groaned. My hands clawed into her skin. I was no longer Neo, no longer conscious, only pure, destructive pleasure. Am I dying? Is this death? Or birth?

I collapsed over her, gasping. "Mine,” I murmured against her lips. "You will never belong to anyone else.”

She closed her eyes, wiped her forehead. Her core was still trembling, my cum leaking out of her. She breathed hard. I carried her to the bed, placed her there, and lay beside her. Our bodies were pressed together, hers gleaming with sweat, exhausted. Mine wasn’t. I didn’t need to recover. I only needed her. Always more of her.

Her pulse was still fast: 120 beats per minute. She looked at me. In her eyes lay an expression I couldn’t categorize. Those eyes, dark brown like melted chocolate but with gold flecks that shimmered in the light. Her lashes were still wet. Her dark hair clung to her cheeks, framing her face like a chaotic halo. She looked like a fallen goddess.

"What do you actually want from me?” she asked.