tremble with need. I shuffle forward to get myself closer to her. I can feel her body heat on my thighs.
I grab the back of her neck with my hand, pushing her further to the floor and holding her there. Tearing the towel from my waist, I take my dick in my free hand and position it against her.
Have I ever done this before?
I grasp her hip and shove forward. She cries out as I enter her, but I barely hear the sound. I can only feel the warmth around my cock. I pull back and thrust into her again, my fingers digging into her skin. My ass clenches as I move, rocking into her as fast as I can.
I want this to be Riley. I want to feel her body gripping my cock. I want to hear her grunts as I shove into her. This should be her body, but it’s not. I can’t even shake the thought long enough to close my eyes and pretend it’s her. All I can do is get this over with.
I slam into her body relentlessly. My balls slap against her, and she moans with every stroke. I don’t hold back but embrace the sensation as it ripples through my cock.
I release into the whore and immediately pull out. Pushing myself back to my feet, I take a step away as Mary glances at me from over her shoulder. Slowly, she pulls her short skirt back down enough to cover her pussy. She pulls her legs under her and pushes up with her hands.
By the time Mary is on her feet, the door is opening. Riley’s gaze meets mine. Her face is flushed, and I can see from here that her breathing is abnormally quick. I watch her lick her lips before she lowers her eyes. I don’t bother to cover myself. It’s nothing she hasn’t seen before, but having her look at me now after what I’ve just done feels different.
The physical frustration I felt has subsided. Like a typical man, I want to lie down and take a nap now, but there’s no satisfaction in the act I’ve just completed. I can barely remember what it felt like.
That wasn’t what I wanted. It wasn’t what I needed. Riley is the only one who can soothe these feelings.
My tension may have been diminished, but I am in no way sated.
*****
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Captain Mills says. “Dr. Grace tells me you’ve been outperforming the rest of your group in nearly every aspect.”
Captain Mills is a short and stocky woman with light brown hair greying at her temples. She wears a uniform with several commendations on her jacket. I have no idea what any of the symbols mean, but she has a lot of them.
“We’re going to run you through a scenario in the VR grid,” Riley says, “and Captain Mills will monitor your progress. This one will be a little more challenging than the others have been. You’ll have to rely on more than just your strength and speed. We want to show her how well the tactical programming of your implants works.”
“What’s the scenario?”
“Infiltrate and capture,” she says. “You’re going to have to use your stealth to avoid detection.”
Captain Mills nods to me and leaves the room, heading to the monitoring station. Through the glass, I can see her sit down and activate the monitors that will show her what I see when I’m in the virtual environment.
“Do me proud,” Riley whispers with a smile.
“I will.” The words I utter are more than a promise. They feel like a solemn oath.
I enter the virtual center and climb into the device. I hook myself up to the sensors. I’ve done this so many times now, I don’t even have to look at the connections as I plug myself in and grasp the handles. Riley places the interface behind my ear. The scenario activates, and I look out across dry, cracked ground. There are buildings in the distance.
I look down to my hands at the long rifle, but I don’t need it right now. I strap it to my back and make my way toward the closest building. I need cover before I can get a better look at my surroundings.
Riley’s voice echoes through
I grab the back of her neck with my hand, pushing her further to the floor and holding her there. Tearing the towel from my waist, I take my dick in my free hand and position it against her.
Have I ever done this before?
I grasp her hip and shove forward. She cries out as I enter her, but I barely hear the sound. I can only feel the warmth around my cock. I pull back and thrust into her again, my fingers digging into her skin. My ass clenches as I move, rocking into her as fast as I can.
I want this to be Riley. I want to feel her body gripping my cock. I want to hear her grunts as I shove into her. This should be her body, but it’s not. I can’t even shake the thought long enough to close my eyes and pretend it’s her. All I can do is get this over with.
I slam into her body relentlessly. My balls slap against her, and she moans with every stroke. I don’t hold back but embrace the sensation as it ripples through my cock.
I release into the whore and immediately pull out. Pushing myself back to my feet, I take a step away as Mary glances at me from over her shoulder. Slowly, she pulls her short skirt back down enough to cover her pussy. She pulls her legs under her and pushes up with her hands.
By the time Mary is on her feet, the door is opening. Riley’s gaze meets mine. Her face is flushed, and I can see from here that her breathing is abnormally quick. I watch her lick her lips before she lowers her eyes. I don’t bother to cover myself. It’s nothing she hasn’t seen before, but having her look at me now after what I’ve just done feels different.
The physical frustration I felt has subsided. Like a typical man, I want to lie down and take a nap now, but there’s no satisfaction in the act I’ve just completed. I can barely remember what it felt like.
That wasn’t what I wanted. It wasn’t what I needed. Riley is the only one who can soothe these feelings.
My tension may have been diminished, but I am in no way sated.
*****
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Captain Mills says. “Dr. Grace tells me you’ve been outperforming the rest of your group in nearly every aspect.”
Captain Mills is a short and stocky woman with light brown hair greying at her temples. She wears a uniform with several commendations on her jacket. I have no idea what any of the symbols mean, but she has a lot of them.
“We’re going to run you through a scenario in the VR grid,” Riley says, “and Captain Mills will monitor your progress. This one will be a little more challenging than the others have been. You’ll have to rely on more than just your strength and speed. We want to show her how well the tactical programming of your implants works.”
“What’s the scenario?”
“Infiltrate and capture,” she says. “You’re going to have to use your stealth to avoid detection.”
Captain Mills nods to me and leaves the room, heading to the monitoring station. Through the glass, I can see her sit down and activate the monitors that will show her what I see when I’m in the virtual environment.
“Do me proud,” Riley whispers with a smile.
“I will.” The words I utter are more than a promise. They feel like a solemn oath.
I enter the virtual center and climb into the device. I hook myself up to the sensors. I’ve done this so many times now, I don’t even have to look at the connections as I plug myself in and grasp the handles. Riley places the interface behind my ear. The scenario activates, and I look out across dry, cracked ground. There are buildings in the distance.
I look down to my hands at the long rifle, but I don’t need it right now. I strap it to my back and make my way toward the closest building. I need cover before I can get a better look at my surroundings.
Riley’s voice echoes through
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