Hellcats #6: Lovebot 2.0 Read Online Free

going to have sex with a robot. Ryan knew he'd be lying if the thought had never crossed his mind. Sexbots weren't uncommon. If he'd saved his money for a few months, he could have bought a basic model. Something had stopped Ryan from buying a sexbot. There was something about it that he couldn't shake, something uncomfortable. It would have been of a significantly less complexity than Love, she seemed to be some higher order of sexbot, something that must have cost hundreds of thousands, if not more, credits. He wondered about how she came to be a mercenary.
    Those thoughts were blown away, however, as his grasp found the curve of her perfect ass once more and he felt the press of her supreme breasts against his bare chest. Her lips and tongue were doing wonderful things as she kissed him. She reached down and gripped his stiffening cock and began to rub the sensitive spot on the bottom of it, near the head, with her thumb. He groaned into her mouth, and she groaned in response.
    “I think someone's ready to get ridden,” Love said.
    “Yes,” Ryan replied, his horniness already clouding his mind.
    Love grinned and disengaged herself from him. Her movements dexterous and lithe, she straddled him, pushing him onto his back, reached down in between them, gripped his cock and slipped it expertly into herself. Ryan immediately groaned at the hot, wet tightness that seemed to grip him. He could feel the shape of her vagina changing, smoothing itself, perfecting its grip on him, expertly tailoring its shape to match his dick.
    “Oh, Love,” he moaned as she began riding him. It was like sex but fully realized, absolutely perfect. Her movements were mechanical, sliding up and down his length with a machine perfection, her hands now behind her head, chest thrust forward. He stared up the length of her body as she writhed in pleasure atop him. Her perfect, huge breasts bouncing in sweet rhythm with the rest of her, the flawless inward curve of her stomach that drew his eye down to her broad, rounded hips. Then her thick, firm thighs that bulged with artificial muscle as she pushed herself up and down. And then there was his cock, disappearing and reappearing as she fucked him with her expertly crafted vagina. He looked back up at her face.
    “Enjoying yourself?” she asked, then she gasped and moaned.
    “Kinda...redundant question...huh?” he replied, then shoved his cock up into her, causing her to cry out in sudden extra pleasure.
    “I find that guys like it when you ask,” she replied. “Now hold still.”
    She stopped riding him for a moment, then slid herself dexterously around. She brought one leg up over him, twisted around and put the other leg where the first one had been. Now she was riding him reverse cowgirl, her big, smooth, silvery ass in plain view. She leaned forward, gripping his shins, crouching down on her knees, and continued riding him.
    “Oh my god,” he moaned. “Oh, fuck, Love, that is amazing .”
    “Yes,” she cried out, going faster, “yes it really is. Fuck... fuck I missed this!” she yelled, propelling herself even faster up and down.
    He reached out, ran his hands across the silky warmth of her hips, her ass, not knowing how much longer he was going to be able to hold on. It felt too good.
    “Wait, don't finish yet,” she said, slowing.
    “How could you tell?” he asked.
    “Sensors, I told you,” she replied. “I want this to be a really good finish.” She paused for a moment, then, when she spoke again, he could hear the dirty smirk in her voice. “Take it out, put it in my ass,” she said.
    “Oh wow, okay,” he replied.
    She pushed herself up and he popped out. The seal of the tightness of her vagina made an actual popping sound when he came out, like a cork being freed from a campaign bottle. Love moved again, this time standing up, then squatting down, balancing herself on her feet. He guided his cock and she lowered her ass over it. It slipped in without any trouble.