Fertility Facility II: The Handler

That ginger’s paper dress fell to expose the perkiest little titties, her face slack with pleasure as her body moved. Fuck, she was brilliant to watch.

Cillian wanted her, cock already hard as he waited, as that beauty ground against the applicator.

As soon as she slumped, he pulled the small bed up to the latch behind the mirror, but he paused to see if she fluttered awake before jumping in.

A full minute passed, and Cillian opened to her murmurs and twitching muscles. Lifting her in his arms sent her sweet, honey scent through him. Once she sat solid on her cushion, he ran his hands over her skin, down her waist and hips and thighs.

Torturing him with his desire for her.

He looked for her name—Betty—and checked her dose and removed her applicator to finish administering it. The tip slid nicely between her glistening lips, all the way to the handle, and Betty moaned, shifting lightly. Her hips moved with his thrusts, dark mouth parted as Cillian emptied the rest of the serum into her.

Her soft, whimpering sigh had him pulling his cock out, and he swiped his head through her wet folds. Fuck, sliding into her tempted his restraint. She was tight and reactive as he buried himself to the hilt.

A low pumping had him grinding his pelvis against hers, and Betty rewarded him with another moan. She was so responsive, and it built the momentum of Cillian’ thrusts.

Hands sliding along the insides of her thighs, over her hips, up her waist, he explored her creamy skin, finding the spattering of pale freckles across her chest tantalizing. Her tiny, pearled nipples called to him, so he bent to suck one into his mouth, angling her hips higher.

Betty gave a soft cry and gripped hard on his cock. The change tingled hot pleasure across the base of his spine, and he let himself come in her. He wanted to claim her first and as many times as possible before he brought her to the other men. Still, he wasn’t sure he’d let her go once inside.

Cillian wanted to feel her shatter under him, around him, because of him. A soft powder scented the crook of her neck and her hair smelled like sweet cream. If only she could hold onto him, sink her hands into his hair, kiss him back. He panted against her mouth, nipping and teasing her lips with his, but he couldn’t get the satisfaction without her present with him. It was the curse of his job.

Even though most of the time, he didn’t care.

With Betty, though…

He bent to whisper her name in her ear, to have her hear how badly she’d unraveled him.

Tiny moans needled him, and Cillian reached between them to stroke her clit, sharpened his angle, and worked to make her come.

Betty’s breath quickened, her body rolling under his as she shattered around his cock.

“Fuck.” Cillian pumped another deposit into her and laid across her slick skin, hands roaming and squeezing soft flesh.

The salty taste of her skin and quiver of her inner thighs had him start for one more before he gave up keeping her to himself. 

Lifted up for better leverage, he watched himself plunge into her sweet sex. The sight of her glistening sex and the echoes of her pleasure quaking around him ended him sooner than he wanted.

Cillian unsheathed himself from her core and yanked up his sweats before he wheeled Betty to stage two of her insemination process.