Adam 483: Man or Machine? Read Online Free PDF

put her off balance. He knew from her responses that she had enjoyed what he’d done and yearned for more. “And you do not doubt my ability at all. You are scared to death that I will give you the best fuck of your life.”
    She stared at him, but said nothing. Even so, the flush that crept over her features told him what he needed to know.
    Tyree was a strong, confidant woman in her job, but he suspected she craved a more submissive position in her bed. And that suited his desires well. He strode forward and scooped her up in his arms.
    “Hey!” She locked her arms around his neck.
    He set her gently on the bunk, on her back. He needed her trust. The robe fell open to each side, exposing her naked body to his eyes.
    She was gorgeous. Her long, wavy hair flowed down over her shoulders. He itched to feel those strands draped across his naked body. Her full, firm breasts with fat nipples—delicious for sucking, which he already knew from personal experience—jutted toward him. Dark, thick curls protected her pussy. His. The possessive thought struck hard as he stared between her long legs. Her slit glistened, wet and slightly open, weeping for a good fuck. His gaze slowly traveled back up her body to her face. “My internal programs are able to monitor responses.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “Meaning?”
    He pushed her knees apart and knelt between her legs. His fingers trailed up and down the inside of her thighs. He felt the muscles contract at his touch. “Meaning, I can tell what pleases you. I cannot be fooled by your words, Tyree.” He scooted back, then leaned over and kissed her slightly rounded stomach, just below the navel. Her skin was incredibly soft. His hands skimmed her hips, perfectly shaped for cradling a man’s body. His nose picked up the scent of her sex, hot and ready for him.
    He sat back on his heels and dragged his shirt over his head. Her eyes dilated with desire as she stared at his bare chest. He unhooked his pants, but didn’t remove them. After a moment of watching her response to his actions, he spoke. “You are uncharacteristically quiet, Captain.”
     
    Tyree swallowed hard. Adam’s eyes had filled with such desire, or what her mind perceived as desire.
    When he pulled off his shirt, his perfectly sculpted chest drew her attention. A sprinkling of dark hair covered his pectorals, narrowing to a thin line as it made a path down his flat stomach and into his half-open pants.
    The bulge between his legs seemed even more pronounced now. She itched to get inside those pants and let his cock free.
    She had no idea how to relate to Adam. Here she was, naked and vulnerable with her robe open, and him hovering over her, determined to penetrate her body. And her soul, she feared, despite her protests. Even so, she believed he’d never force her to comply, if she really didn’t want him.
    She recalled him sucking her moisture from his fingers. Bots couldn’t taste. So why would he do that? A coded move? Programmed in to psychologically stimulate his partner.
    He lowered himself over her until he was settled comfortably within the span of her hips. She felt the bulge in his pants press against her, and she squirmed. Bots weren’t usually so well-endowed. Not that she’d had sex with every product line, but she wasn’t a novice either. Adam’s cock felt large enough to satisfy even the most jaded woman.
    His arms rested on either side of her, supporting his weight. He leaned forward and she knew he intended to kiss her.
    She turned her head. “No kissing.”
    For several moments, he said nothing. Finally he ventured, “Why will you not allow me to kiss you, Tyree?”
    She turned back to him. “I don’t like the synthetic taste of bot. We don’t need to kiss.” Actually, her reasons went deeper. She didn’t enjoy lip-locks of any kind, nor understand the attraction of the activity, even with human males. That simple skin against skin contact had never excited her.
    “Yes, we do need to