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Echo ~ Pilot's Seat

Smut*

Your grip was shaky as you white knuckled the arms of the pilot's seat. Your legs were carelessly thrown over Echo's shoulders as he looked up at you from his position kneeling in front of you.

"Echo!" You moaned, heels digging into his back as you tried to push him impossibly closer.

He merely let out a low grumble that sent vibrations over your body. You dared to open your eyes to see him staring right back at you, his pupils blown out in absolute desire. The juices from your previous orgasms were trailing down his chin as he continued to fuck you with his mouth.

This was almost beginning to be too much. He hadn't stopped since he began, which was almost an hour ago when the rest of the Batch left for supplies. He had told you how he'd been neglecting you, and that he wouldn't stop until he made it all up.

Every missed chance, every time you guys were cut short, he would finish today. And you knew he had kept count.

"I-I'm gonna...Echo!" You moaned as you felt yourself climax again. He increased his motions, now using both his hand and his mouth to help your ride it out again, milking your dry of everything you had to give.

He took a small pause after, pulling back to let you catch your breath. He gently stroked one of your shaking legs with his hand.

"Think you can give me a few more, my love?" He questioned in his impossibly deep voice. That was enough to get you aroused again, and you nodded your head vigorously, despite the tears beginning to brim from nearing overstimulation.

"That's my baby," he said while smirking before reattaching himself to your arousal.