Chapter 20 - Techie, Dirty Race, Movie Night & The Trap VI

His hips moved on their own now, relentless, her latex-clad legs wrapped tight around his back, heels digging in to yank him deeper with every stroke. He shifted his weight, bracing one hand beside her head for leverage, the Quadra's springs creaking under the rhythm.

Cypher popped the marker's cap with his teeth, staring down at her beautiful, glossy skin gleaming under the dim lights. He finally got it, the bold tattoo splashed across her chest wasn't just pride; marking herself for the gang got her off, a twisted submission, claiming she belonged. So he'd give her something better.

With a dark smirk, he scribbled big, bold letters right over the Moxes ink, and announced it. "Owned By Cypher…"

"Oooooh!" Rita bucked her hips up sharply into him, grinning like a madwoman.

Cypher fucking loved those reactions.

"Joytoy."

"Yes!" She was on the edge. Her hands gripped Cypher's neck and squeezed it. "More… Harder!"

Plap! Plap! Creak! Creak!

Latex slapped against sweat-slicked flesh, the car's suspension groaning louder as he pounded into her battered pussy, her froth coating his balls with every deep thrust. She was ready to explode, walls fluttering desperately.

He then leaned down more and wrote on her forehead. "Cum Dump!"

"Ooooooh! Fucking… preeem… shit! Ah!"

Cypher rammed into her pussy harder, faster, deeper, battering her womb like never in her life. He was ready to spill again. But Rita…

Rita was gone.

Eyes rolling back to white, mouth slack in bliss as the most mind-numbing climax of her life flooded inside her. Stars burst behind her eyelids, her vision swirling like she might black out from the sheer intensity. Her hips jerked uncontrollably, body wriggling and cramping under him, pussy convulsing in violent spasms as she squirted hard, spraying out around his ramming cock, hot jets soaking his thighs, splattering the hood in messy arcs with wet, filthy splats.

"Owned by… Cypher!" she moaned out brokenly, echoing the words like they were utterly true. "Joytoy—ahh! Cum dump… yes, fuck, I'm your cum dump!"

"Fuck!" Cypher groaned, cock swelling impossibly thick as he buried to the hilt, ready to flood her completely.

"Ooooh!"

Rita's eyes snapped wide before her brain caught up, a sharp cry ripping from her throat as Cypher slid his arms underneath her knees.

He lifted her clean off the hood like she weighed nothing. Her chrome arms were engineered light, her petite frame short and compact, and now every ounce of her own weight drove his fat cock even deeper, impaling her straight to the hilt with gravity's brutal help.

"Mmm… How… can you… still go on?" Rita gasped, her body jolting with every upward bounce as he held her suspended, fucking her like a living fleshlight.

She had lost her mind, getting fucked like an actual doll, thrown in the air. Her steel-cold arms wrapped tight around his neck for dear life, legs dangling helplessly sideways over his forearms, pussy splayed wide and taking every merciless inch.

She stared at his sex-drunk face. He was… lost in pleasure. His eyes were big, drunk on this moment. She felt her chrome joints creaking from the intensity. She crushed her mouth to his in a deep, filthy kiss, tongues sloppy and desperate. And she felt close yet again, another climax.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Out of breath, she broke the kiss only to drag her lips to his neck, his ear, then bit down hard on his shoulder. Teeth sinking deep, marking him. Rita couldn't remember the last time sex had been this much raw, unfiltered fun. This guy was… fucking insane, and she was addicted.

Cypher groaned like a sex-crazed bull. He threw Rita's body higher, letting her drop hard before jamming her down balls-deep again. That crazy heat, it pulled him in. He was edging that whole time, wanting to fill her like a cum-bucket. Seeing what he'd written on her forehead got him off.

"Hugh! Hugh!" He growled. "I… I'm gonna…"

"Do it!" She moaned. "Cum inside me! Fill me! Fill your pretty doll, your cum dump, huh? You mother...fucking fat-cocked gonk!"

The profanity spilled out because she was so damn sore already, pussy battered raw, legs numb and trembling. But the thought of him flooding her pushed her over anyway.

"Aaaaagh… there!"

Cypher bent his knees, yanking her down one final time and grinding her swollen pussy flush to his base. His cock erupted, blasting thick, violent ropes of hot cum straight into her womb. So much and so violent. Creamy white instantly leaked out around his buried shaft, dripping in messy globs down her ass and his balls. The heat seared her insides, coating every clenching wall until she genuinely felt stuffed, overflowing, and utterly owned by him.

Rita cried out sharply, body jumping in his arms as the scalding flood triggered her own climax. Her pussy spasmed wildly, hips jerking uncontrollably while fresh juice mixed with his load. Tears pricked her eyes from the overwhelming heat, her legs twitching helplessly.

"Ummmmmh…"

She kissed him through the entire thing. Deep and sloppy, unable to stop even as he kept grinding lazily, still rock-hard inside her flooded depths. An intimate exchange that stretched on until they finally broke apart, panting hard.

Rita saw past the faint shadows of substance abuse etched in his skin; underneath it all, Cypher was one good-looking guy, with sharp features and intense eyes. Pride swelled hot in her gut. She'd claimed this diamond in the rough before any other in Night City even knew he existed.

"Still hard?" She asked, her thin brows high.

Cypher just shrugged, still holding her in the air. "Ain't done yet."

"Getting cold out here. Wanna head to my place and continue?" she asked. Oh, she wasn't going to let him go until he was soggy and drained.

Cypher grinned, clenching her asscheeks. "Only if you promise to ride me the whole way."

Rita leaned in and bit on his neck, then up his earlobe. "Didn't need to ask that, sweetheart."

His cock flexed. Hearing that from an older woman really did things to him.

He wasted no time, let Rita down, threw all their clothes into the car, and jumped into the driver's seat, pulling it as far back as he could. Next, Rita sat down on his lap, knees folded. She grabbed his shaft and aimed it, sitting down to take all of him in with a deep moan.

Even Cypher took a few seconds to get used to that snug warmth, and her soft body plush against his sweating chest. Finally, he started driving. That whole way, she softly gyrated on his cock, keeping him hard.

She kissed his neck, lapping all the way, and whispered dirty things in his ears. "Wanna take my other hole?"

His cock flexed inside her, making Rita laugh sweetly.

"You're an excited boy, aren't you?" She licked his ear, inside of it.

"Fuck!" With a loud curse, Cypher just came again.

"..."

Rita sat straight, shocked, and looked at him. "Again? What the… and still hard? You should be joytoy, Cypher."

Cypher groaned, annoyed, feeling the damp mess as his cum leaked out of her pussy and stained the seats of the rental. "Fuck… Who said I ain't one… right now?"

"Ummm… true, my brain potato joytoy, for sure—ummmm… Faster."

Damn right, he stepped on it.

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Somewhere in the Night City,

"You found the fucker? Where? Burnin' chooh in some race? That piece of scum flatlined our boys, and he's out livin' the high life. Where's he holed up?"

Nash nearly crushed the dashboard of the car he was seated in. His seething voice spat venom.

"Japantown? Guy's got a death wish or what? Call in the boys, we'll flatline the bastard tonight," Nash ordered and looked at the driver of the pick-up. "Drop me off around the corner, Panam. Our job's done anyway."

"Finally tracked down that junkie you've been crying over, huh?"

"Cryin'?" Nash eyed the dusky woman and scoffed. "Stay the hell outta this, Panam. This shit's got zero to do with you."

"Oh, now it's suddenly got zero to do with me? Then you should've kept that rambling mouth zipped the whole damn ride, whining like a bitch over some gonk flatlining your chooms. Fuck off already, I ain't wasting another breath on your sorry ass."

"..."

Right in the middle of the road, the truck skidded to a halt. Nash stared at the furious nomad woman, her attitude getting on his nerves. He was mad as well, but it wasn't worth the trouble.

He groaned and got out of the truck. But just as he closed the door, the truck moved and veered into him, smacking him to the ground.

"Crazy bitch."

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