Cherry Girl Read Free

the outermost regions of space. There was limited access to men and the different conditions on each planet affected fertility. Rigorous . . . two people had to be rigorously involved, and then surely in six months time the seed could be well planted?
    “Wrap your hand all the way around me, Cherry,” Rider coaxed as he placed his back to the wall behind him.
    Lisette did as Rider requested however it was barely a fit for her small fingers around the thickness of him. Then abruptly Rider swung his hips and his wide penis pushed through the circle of her fingers.
    “ Squeeze it, Cherry-girl,” Rider uttered hoarsely.
    Hearing the hoarse rasp of Rider’s command, Lisette glanced upward from the mesmerizing view of Rider’s heavy penis in her hand. She saw that his eyes were closed with his head tilted back on the wall while the tendons on his throat were strained. His firm lips were drawn back and the expanse of his muscled chest heaved beneath the blue shirt he wore. His hips moved back and forth, pushing and pulling the incredible width of his stiff penis through the squeezing tightness of her fingers. She did not have a clue what he was doing exactly, but the energy was incredible and somehow the dampness that had started in her panties when he'd kissed her, got wetter.
    “That’s it, sweet thing, hold on to me.” The motion of Rider’s hips increased and a wave of heat from his body washed over Lisette, as he growled. “ Grab my balls, darlin. Squeeze them.”
    Lisette looked down at Rider’s penis hammering through the circle of her fingers. Heavens! He must mean his testicles? Lisette grabbed the tightly filled sacs, afraid suddenly that she’d grabbed them too hard when Rider groaned. But then he rasped, “ Harder. Squeeze them harder, Cherry. Oh, Christ!” It was a guttural roar from Rider and his penis expanded, pushing her fingers open as it throbbed hotly in her hand. Then suddenly Lisette felt warm globules on her hand and she jerked her gaze downward.
    “Oh no! No!” Lisette cried. It was such a waste! Aterrible, terrible waste! Before she knew what she was doing, she was on her knees with her tongue licking up the cream. Somehow she thought if she could get the seed inside her it would not be wasted.
    “Where the hell did you learn to do that?” Rider demanded, hoarsely.
    Lisette stopped in mid-lick, guilt shooting her gaze up to Rider’s black eyes, while he held onto her blond curls with both of his big hands. “I-I just . . . um, thought it up,” she whispered.
    “You thought it up, huh?” Rider buried his hands deeper into her hair. “Well, get it all, pudding, and maybe I’ll give you some more.”
    Rider grinned then with a gradual slip of his lips and Lisette smiled in relief. “Yes, Master.”
    Rider leaned back and enjoyed the delicate licking of a dainty tongue around the head of his cock. There was something to be said for virginal timidity. Any other sex bot would have sucked him raw by now. He looked down, watching himself slowly harden at the vision of Cherry’s pink-tipped tongue licking the head of his dick over and over. The cum was long gone and his virgin model cyborg did not seem to think about perhaps taking him wholly into her mouth. But she did seem fascinated by touching and tasting him.
    It was as if she were making delicate love to his cock. Worshiping it! Rider could not hold back the tremor that thought caused him. He was heating up fast. Well, that had not happened in a long time. Not this quick! Still, he could stand there all day, getting jerked off or teaching Cherry the fine art of a blow job, but then it would be over . . . no more anticipation.
    No. Rider clamped down on his jaw and his lust. “That’s enough for now, Cherry-girl.” He stepped sideways, nearly grinning at the disappointed look on Cherry’s cute face as he zipped up his pants and he turned back to his dinner. A dinner that had to be damn cold by now. He had not paid attention to the