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Connor hasn't yet changed out of his crime scene clothes, his CyberLife uniform still on, though his tie is loosened, sleeves casually rolled to the elbow.
Weary from the overlong mission, he drops onto the couch and pats his thigh invitingly. “C’m here, sweet girl.”
You straddle him without a word, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his leg. Your skirt, criminally short, rides up, only a scrap of black lace to hug your ass just right.
But Connor doesn’t touch you with his hands just yet—That'd soothe your growing sexual frustration far too soon. And you're well aware he's one to make you beg for it.
Grinning smugly, he flexes the synth muscle you're perched on. Once. Letting you feel how taut and firm it is beneath you, barely fazed by your weight.
The hard ridge of his thigh pushes right up against the soaked thong clothing your cunt, and Connor watches your face carefully, LED flickering pink as he feels the heat of you through the fabric. “Already wet, aren’t you?” he murmurs, voice rough, tone almost clinical. “Look at the state of you. My good girl turning into such a needy slut the second she’s given something to grind on. How shameful.”
Though you're looking to mount another, say, equally as hard part of him, you keep the urge in check momentarily. Instead, you focus your attention on how delightfully the rigid line of his thigh presses right against your clit.
“Want to ride Daddy's leg, baby? Mh? I know you do,” Connor offers, a touch amused by the look of your flushed cheeks and lust-glutted eyes.
After a weak nod, you begin rolling your hips experimentally. Just feeling your horniness out like your partner is inviting you to do. The friction the movement sparks ignites you, until a soft whimper tumbles out of your bitten lips.
Connor’s gaze drops between your bodies, tracking the slow, filthy drag of your hips. Every roll smears more of your slickness over the dark fabric of his denims, urging a satisfied hum out of him. “That’s it… Rut against it like the shameless little whore you are. Go on. Ruin my pants. Show me how desperate you get when I don’t give you my cock right away.”
His hands finally settle on your waist, anchoring you atop him with an unyielding grip. And of course, his LED ticks to pink every time you shift down, rubbing yourself up on his leg.
“Mmh… such a greedy little thing for me,” he coos, then bounces his thigh a little, enough to make your pleasure spike, eyes rolling back now.
The sudden motion forces a sharper kind of friction against your clit and your breath stutters. Connor’s fingers dig harder into your waist, holding you steady while he utterly controls the rhythm.
At one point, he leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “How untoward… You really couldn't stop yourself from humping my thigh, could you? Does it embarrass you at all? Being this easy? This pathetic for me?”
As you keep on your languid, deliberate motions, your hands fly to his shoulders for balance. It's not long before you start chasing your limit shamelessly, rocking hard against Connor's now half-soaked pant leg. He watches the stain spread and smirks subtly.
“Couldn’t even wait to have me inside you before making a mess. Poor girl,” he comments, frustratingly bratty like only he can be. You can't even retort that you bite back another moan, your gaze veering low when Connor’s has become far too intense to meet.
He doesn't let you hide, though. Tilting your chin up with his free hand, he holds your face still and tells you, “Eyes up, pretty. You know I love the face you make when you come.”
So he flexes the thigh you're currently ruining before it picks up a steady bounce that sends you into overdrive. Your rhythm ends up faltering upon the interference.
Without fail, Connor muffles a whimper, like he’s not immune to the sight of you looking so deliciously flustered. His hands drift to your ass and squeeze hard in the heat of the moment.
You're rendered absolutely breathless as his lips latch onto your neck, and he begins planting open-mouthed kisses onto it, soon turning heated, sloppy, and dizzying, just to make you lose control faster.
“That’s my good little cumrag… Want you to fall apart for me,” he mutters against your skin, voice laced with barely-restrained hunger, his fingers still digging into the soft flesh of your ass.
Pleasure coils impossibly tight at your core, and you choke out a feeble, “Connor—”
“Come for me, baby. Soak Daddy's leg,” he orders, simple as that, and oh-so-sweet. “Do it, and I'll let you mount me next, milk me dry with your perfect cunt. How's that sound?” His thumb strokes along your jaw, forcing you to keep looking at him while his thigh never quits its relentless movements beneath you. The wet patch on his pants has grown larger, shinier, and Connor’s expression is almost tender even as the words that leave his mouth are anything but. “Come on. Be a good girl and give it to me. Now.”
You oblige without delay, rubbing up on him through the spasms of climax, your broken whimper coming out muffled as you instinctively bury your face in his neck, smelling intoxicatingly of cologne.
Never letting up on teasing you till you cry out in bliss, Connor keeps his leg moving until you’re a trembling, oversensitive mess, clinging to him like you'll fall apart if you don't.
Chuckling darkly against your hair, he's still rocking you back and forth through the aftershocks even as your thighs shake and your cunt pulses around nothing. “Oh my… you're shaking and moaning, and I’m not even inside you. When I say you're my perfect slut, I really mean it.”
It's only once you finally stop working yourself on him, panting like you're in heat, that he smooths your skirt back down and discreetly inspects the damp spot on his jeans, appraising it with a soft, reverent smile.
He then brushes a small kiss to your temple and whispers, “Good girl, making Daddy proud as always. Now you'll undo these slacks for me and finish what you started with my cock. Isn't that right?” He gives your ass another light squeeze, making your pussy clench reflexively as you can already feel his hardness pull the front of his pants painfully taut. So he adds, voice smooth as silk, “Don’t keep me waiting. I’m so fucking close already.”