A Prime guide on how to steal a girl

Four


She stood before him as he loomed over her, waiting for her to remove her clothing. She never raised her head to look at him, as she slowly unbuttoned the front of her dress. She heard something close to a growl vibrate through his chest plate. She knew he could see more of her breasts now. Her body trembled as he moved closer and removed the band from her hair. Her hands and body would not stop shaking.

She was afraid of what he could do, and would do to her. She felt as she did the first time she had sex in her life. Trent was uncaring, and Sam was not much better. Although, most thought sex was constant with her, it was a rare happening. She avoided the act whenever she could. There was not much pleasure in it for her. However, she had no doubts that Prime would make her beg him to stop.

Mikaela let a shuddering breath escape as the dress slipped down her body. She slowly unhooked her bra and her breasts fell free of their imprisonment. A surprised cry rushed from her throat as Prime’s warm hands engulfed the abundant flesh. He began to squeeze them; he knew what he wanted to do to them.

Mikaela closed her eyes and gasped. Heat flowed though her body as the massive robot bowed his head and took a dark nipple into his mouth and suckled.

Her body lost all muscle strength and slumped against him. Prime released one breast and circled her waist with his arm. He lifted her from the floor as he straightened his body. Her head fell back and her dark hair cascaded over his arm. Soft moans filled the room. He growled against her breast and she trembled as it vibrated her body.

He could smell Mykaela’s desire to have him. Her hips arched seductively against him as her moaning grew in volume. He thrust against her body and received a whimper of need from her that electrified his senses. She wanted him as urgently as he wanted her.

Prime freed his other hand and moved it down her body towards her underwear. The material broke apart under his slight tug. He let the fabric fall to the floor and moved his moaning female towards the bed. As soon as her head touched the comforter, his mouth released her breast. Prime reached down her body and grabbed her thighs. A cry of pleasure surrounded them as he roughly pulled her towards the edge of the bed.


Mikaela arched her neck and body, as massive bulge beneath the metal covering pressed hard against the wet lips of the flesh between her thighs. She heard the metal covering hit the floor and trembled for what was to come.


Prime moved his hands to her hips as he maneuvered his powerful body between her parted thighs. He looked down at his smooth throbbing metal pressed hard against her flesh and growled again. His body trembled to be inside of her. He was so close he could feel the heat inside of her. Gears shifted and he began move forward and through the moist soft flesh that barred his entrance.


It glistened with moisture as she stared down at the hard metal that throbbed against her. It would hurt her. The girth and length alone would test her resolve. Fear took hold of her.


“Oh Prime,” Her voice was fearful. She closed her eyes as he slowly impaled her with the new gift the matrix gave him.


Her cry of relief and fear for their connection filled the room. He growled and shuddered at the first contact with her warmth, as his metal surged past the moist lips of her flesh. He stretched her wide and felt her flesh struggle to accommodate him. She was small and tight as he thought she would be.

Her eyes closed as she her neck and back arched violently. A scream escaped her lips before she could stop it. Her hands twisted in the comforter. He was tearing her in half. Her mind wanted her to escape the pain but her body wanted to take it knowing the end would justify this invasion.

He slowed his movement hearing her painful cries. He would rather have this slow invasion, than to damage her with one solid thrust, and sabotage any chance of a repeat performance. He watched his hard metal disappear into her tan body very slowly. A deep moan escaped him as he shuddered with need. Heat and ripples of pleasure rumbled over his powerful body. He wanted to take her hard but this first time had to be perfect. He continued his patient movement forward and her painful cries became short whimpers.


Mykaela’s grip on the comforter relaxed as the pain became bearable due to his slow movement. A long soft moan escaped her, as his strong hand caressed her breasts.


Prime watched as she arched her body towards him instead of away. Her moans of pleasure attacked his hold on his own passion. He held back his desire to slam inside of her beautiful body as it twisted in pleasure on the bed. He would make her desire him like no other.


An electric pulse ran along his frame as his sensors began to alarm.


She felt him stop and slowly opened her eyes. Mykaela arched her body against him as her dark eyes met his. His name was a breathy moan from her lips.


“Sam is here.” His deep voice sounded as if he had run a great distance. He was almost halfway inside of her. Her body arched towards him again not registering the news he had relayed to her. Optimus gripped her hips and stopped her movement. If she continued, he would change his mind. A painful moan escaped her, as he slowly removed himself from her body.


Mykaela gingerly turned to her side in an effort to calm the raging sensations running through her body that he had caused. The big machine leaned over her after he replaced the metal covering. His mouthpiece touched her ear and sent tingles over her skin, as his deep voice filled vibrated her body.


“I will finish you.”


Sam frowned when he saw Prime’s truck parked out front of her house. He knew that he and Mykaela were close and that did bother him sometimes. She opted to spend most of her free time with him rather than trying to repair their relationship. Prime affected more than just Mykaela. Simmons visited the autobot often. The two had secret meetings all the time and Sam knew he was up to something. What he did not know was if it included Mykaela.


“Hey Bee why is Prime here? I know Mykaela sleeps late when she has a weekend off.”


The robot made a sound of uncertainty, as Sam grabbed the armful of flowers lying in the passenger seat. He knew Prime liked Mykaela; he caught him looking at her several times. What concerned him was the big robot did not turn his attention elsewhere when Sam met his gaze.

He never paid that much attention to the hologram that Optimus began working on, right after he revived him with the matrix. He knew that he only let Mykaela touch him. He knew that he was solid before he left for school and he wondered what else the autobots leader created. He wondered why he seemed so interested in Mykaela lately. He knew it was not only because he wanted her safe. He was beginning to think that Prime had more than just feelings of friendship towards Mykaela.

Sam chuckled at himself. He could not believe that he was jealous of a robot. He could do nothing to consummate his feelings, but protect her. Mykaela needed contact not talk. Although she did not crave it as much as he did, even before this rift occurred. He knew he could be better at making love to her if she just gave him a chance to prove it.


Sam opened the car door and began walking up the path to the front door. He rang the doorbell and waited. It took fifteen rings before the door opened. Mykaela opened the door and stared at him with a surprised expression.

He smiled at her and handed her the flowers. A huge big blue hand reach around Mykaela and took them, she did not let go of the door. It was as if it was the only thing keeping her on her feet. “Okay what’s wrong with you? You look as if you will fall down if you let go of the door.”


Mykaela frowned and slowly moved to the side. “Why are you here Sam?”


The tall man walked into the room and saw the robot place the flowers on the coffee table and return to Mykaela’s side. He hovered over her as if she did not have the strength to stand on her own. “Are you alright you?”


He moved to touch her but Mykaela held up her hands and he stopped. Her legs were slow to compensate for the quick moment, she stumbled against Prime, and he gently held her against his frame. Sam frowned but backed off. “I have told you until I was blue in the face that I did not sleep with those girls.”

Mykaela sighed and moved her now loose hair behind her ears. Sam turned his phone towards her as the video started. The two girls that Sam cheated with spoke about their deceit while another person confirmed that Sam did not coerce the two women into this.


He turned off the video smiling at his accomplishment. He watched Mykaela’s expression change from annoyance to interest. He had her. She would love him again. He smiled at her until he saw Prime’s hand on her waist. He gently rubbed her body, and purposely allowed his thumb to pass over her breasts in Sam’s sight.

Anger flooded Sam’s body as he looked up into the optic blues of the robot. He now knew what he was here for…Mykaela. “Can we talk alone?”


“No,” Optimus answered.


Mykaela moved in front of Prime, placed her hands on his chest, and got his attention away from Sam. She turned to face Sam with that same annoyed expression. “What did you think would happen if you came here with this video Sam? We have been apart for almost a year and things change.”


“I know things change but I want you Mykaela. I would never betray you. I love you.” He moved closer to her.


“I do not want to talk about his right now Sam. I want to enjoy my last weekend of rest without having a fight.”


He was confused. There was nothing to fight about; he proved he was faithful. Had she gotten over him so quickly or did she have help. “Are you listening to them?”


Mykaela stared up at him. “I need you to leave here Sam. I want to enjoy my weekend.”


“With him, “Sam motioned to the silent robot standing behind his confused girlfriend.


“Yes with Optimus, do you have a problem with that?”


He could hear the anger in her voice as she stared up at him. Sam backed away. “No, I know I can trust you.”


“I know your emotions are not centered Sam so I let your last remark go.”


“No, you remember that remark. I do not trust you alone with her. You fill her head with things that are not true.”


“Mykaela is more than capable at making up her own mind.”


Sam glared up at the seven-foot tall machine glaring down at him. Why was he jealous he could never touch Mykaela? “It takes more than just talk to keep a woman Prime.”


“What does it takes Sam Witwicky? It does not look as if you know the answer.”


“Optimus,” Her voice sounded breathless as she pushed at his chest trying to get his attention again. She grimaced at the amount of pressure it caused deep inside of her throbbing body. It throbbed for two reasons, the size of Optimus Prime and wanting more of Optimus Prime.

Prime looked down at her seeing the pain on her face from too much movement. She needed to rest and his planned long drive would help her do just that.


Sam sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “You are right Optimus, I do not know anything. I am sorry for what I said. I should have called I know that. I know you two are close. I just wanted to show you that I would never betray you Mykaela.”


She slowly turned and looked at her former boyfriend. “Sam I don’t know what you want me to do?”


“Just talk with me alone.” He moved towards her pleading with his hands and eyes.


“No,” The booming voice from the machine behind her made Sam glare at him again. Prime’s arm surrounded her waist again and pulled her closer to his body.


“This has nothing to do with you. I am not going to hurt her in any way Optimus. Just let me talk with her that is all I want.”


He knew that if Sam talked with her she would give in to him not because she wanted too but because, she felt sorry for him, and he did not want that. He wanted her all to himself and Sam’s presence was hindering his efforts. The boy suspected his motive. He could see what Prime wanted.

Mykaela touched his arm around her waist and started walking towards the sofa a few feet away. Optimus escorted her to her destination under Sam’s suspicious gaze.


“I think you should let her absorb this new information Sam and not pressure her into anything.” The big blue robot helped Mykaela sit down and then turned to face Sam.


“I am not pressuring her into anything Prime. I just want my girlfriend back.”


“Sam,” Prime placed a hand on Mykaela’s shoulder to stop her from speaking.


“I understand your position Sam but you must understand mine. I will not see her cry as she did when you hurt her. That will never happen again, I will not allow it.”




Sam stared at the dashboard of the yellow Camaro as Prime’s words ran through his head. He knew then that they were going to keep him away from her. He knew that even Bumblebee was in on this deception. He could not see her while he rode in the car. Bumblebee would tell them where he was.

Sam stared at the closed door to Mykaela’s house. Why did it take so long for her to open the door? What were they doing? What could he do to her? He was a machine. He could not touch her as he could; could he? He noticed extra blue metal on Prime inside the house. What was he covering?

A groan escaped the human as he rubbed his face. What did the matrix change in him? If he had what Sam thought he did, he had to get to Mykaela before Optimus did. He would have to do this on his own without the help of Bumblebee.


“Take me home Bee,”

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