Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Matthew stared into her eyes as she focused on him. Again, she sank her teeth into her lip and then nodded.
He ran his hands up her inner thighs and moved toward her pussy. With his fingers on the lips of her sex, he began to open them up as he stared down.
No other man had been here. No one but him. Luna was his.
He had no right to care because he’d been with other people, but this mattered to him. He felt on top of the freaking world because of it. There was never going to be another man for Luna. Just him. Only him. Always, only him.
He pressed his tongue to her clit and finally got his first real taste of her, and she was better than he imagined. Matthew had lost count of the number of times he’d taken his dick into his hands and thought about doing exactly this: licking and sucking her cunt, which he did to her nub.
He slid his tongue all over her clit before sucking her into his mouth, focusing on her pleasure. After gliding down toward her entrance, he circled her hole. Then, he slowly penetrated her with his tongue.
Luna gasped. Her body shook a little, and he moved toward her clit, teasing her. At the same time, he used a single finger to penetrate her. Slow at first and not very deep, allowing her to become accustomed to the feel of him.
He waited to hear her moans before going deeper. Her pussy was soaking wet and not once did he detract from her jewel.
Matthew wanted this to be good for her and to wipe out their previous time. He pushed his finger to the hilt and then added a second finger, taking his time to get her accustomed to the feel of him.
She started to thrust her hips onto his fingers. Her cunt was so unbearably tight.
“Matthew?”
He felt the flutters of her cunt wrapped around his fingers and knew she was building toward an orgasm. One he wanted her to have, to fly into the abyss. He’d join her soon, and he didn’t stop. Instead, he built on her orgasm, allowing her to thrust over the edge, and as she did, he felt it.
Luna shook. His name spilled from her lips. Her pussy pulsed around his fingers, milking him as if he was a cock.
That was all he wanted. To drive his seed deep inside her. He had to get those fucking thoughts out of his head.
He watched Luna as he licked at her pussy. So giving. So free. He’d never taken the time to give her an orgasm, and that shit was on him.
She was so beautiful. Everything. His heart pounded inside his chest as he knew this was just the start of what he wanted to give her. He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh and then to her nub, pulling his fingers from her quivering pussy. Then he licked them, one after the other. He was already addicted to her taste.
“Matthew?” she asked, opening her eyes. “Is it always like that?”
“No, not with everyone, but when you’re with the right person, it’s the best feeling in the world.”
Chapter Seven
Staring down at Matthew, Luna knew she had a sense of panic or a feeling of something. Instead, all she had was an amazing sensation that rushed through her entire body. She was on fire with need. This was her first orgasm with Matthew. She had experienced others, many others at her own hands, but none quite like that feeling. It had been intense, so good, and she just didn’t want it to stop.
He kissed her thigh and then her pussy before going to her stomach and slowly working his way up.
She gasped as he cupped her breasts, pushing them together.
“I can make it feel that way all the time,” he said.
She had a feeling he could.
“Tell me if you want us to stop.”
“No, I don’t want you to stop.” She glanced toward the staircase.
Having sex in her parents’ living room didn’t sound appealing, but taking him upstairs to her bedroom also didn’t sound right to her.
“I want this,” she said.
He went to get up, but she grabbed his hand. “No, here.”
It was stupid and silly. One day, he was going to see her bedroom again, but until then, she didn’t want to remember any part of that time and would gladly forget it all, for now.
“You have a condom, right?” she asked.
“Yes, I have a condom.” He moved back, grabbing his jeans, rummaging around in them, pulling out his wallet, and taking out a single condom. “My dad makes me keep a spare one. After, you know.”
She smiled. “He doesn’t want to be a grandpa yet?”
“No. I doubt he’ll ever be ready. I’m sure he just sees me as a fuck-up. Who in their right mind would want me to be their daddy?”