Hellcats #6: Lovebot 2.0 Read Free Page B

she must have incredible coordination and, thus, an ability to do exactly what she was doing without risk to her partner.
    Ryan only saw one problem with this.
    He was getting ready to orgasm.
    He was focusing hard on staving it off, closing his eyes, gritting his teeth, clenching his hands open and closed. But it felt so fucking good . What was strange, though, was that Love was moaning. Not the quiet moans the others sometimes gave out while sucking him off, trying to enhance the mood for him, but actual, sexually pleasured moans.
    He glanced down, trying to see if she was fingering herself while giving him head, but one hand was still wrapped around his cock, the other was beneath her, propping herself up. Suddenly, the mystery of her apparently phantom pleasure, all thoughts and coherent rationality was blown out of his mind in a brilliant white starburst of sheer bliss as his body finally gave up the ghost and he began shooting his load directly into her mouth.
    Love's muffled voice came to him. She was crying out in pleasure as though she, herself, was having an orgasm. She kept working his dick, expertly bobbing her head, sucking him dry to the last drop, working the shaft of his dick to get it all out. When it was finally over and he had nothing left to give, she slowly pulled his cock from her mouth, then licked the tip a few times. She let it drop and grinned up at him.
    “Didn't I tell you I'd take care of you?” she asked.
    “Uh...yeah...I...uh.” He couldn't keep his head up any longer and let it collapse back onto the thick, soft, plush pillow.
    “Ha ha! I knew I still got it...fuck, I really missed that taste,” she said, sitting up.
    “What?” he asked weakly.
    “Semen. I love the taste of it so much. They programmed me to, obviously, as an added incentive to suck dick,” Love explained. She stood up and walked to the bathroom. He heard the sound of running water.
    “You were like, getting off, while you were sucking me,” Ryan said.
    “Yeah, I was,” Love replied from the bathroom. She emerged a moment later, crossed the room and sat down on the bed. “I guess you're confused. This is what I was talking about earlier, when Emily advised you to fake it and I said that's not how it works. There are a series of sensors built into my body. They are set to scan my partner continuously during any sexual interaction. They pick up things like arousal and physical pleasure. There are other devices built into my body, you might call them 'pleasure drives'.
    “They are programmed to respond to physical pleasure in my partner. Bottom line: the more pleasure you feel, the more pleasure I feel. It, too, was built in as an incentive to do really good in bed. So, yeah, I was getting off,” Love explained.
    “Have you ever thought about changing that...programming? So that it'd be more...fair, I guess?” Ryan asked.
    Love laughed. “No way! Do you have any idea how easy it is to get guys off? Especially cute, young inexperienced guys? You blew off in like forty five seconds and it was white-hot pleasure all the way up,” she replied.
    Ryan shifted uncomfortable. “Well, I mean, you were really good at it...”
    “Oh, don't take that as a disparagement, I like that you're easy to get off. It means that, for this session, I'm easy to get off. Also, you seemed confused about all my stuff. I collect stuff, whatever catches my eye. Back when I was trying to...find myself, I added a, I guess you could call it, 'hobby' subroutine.” She laid back down next to him, sliding her body smoothly against him. “Now, I was thinking we could get to the main course. By which I mean intercourse,” she said, rubbing her hand up and down his chest and stomach.
    “I would like that very much,” Ryan replied.
    Love smirked. “I'll just bet you would.” She leaned in to kiss him. “Don't worry, I washed,” she said, then pressed her lips to his.
    He felt the spark of arousal light within him again. A robot. He was