Pulling my fingers from her warm pussy, I suck them in my mouth, cleaning them off, before I undo the button and zipper on my slacks. They fall to the floor, and I push my briefs over my straining cock. I debate on having Luna suck me off, but decide I want something more.
Luna turns her head, and her eyes meet mine. “Are you going to… fuck me now?”
Looking down, I grip my cock and run the tip along her pussy lips before I answer. “Not tonight.”
The disappointment that flashes in her eyes almost has me changing my mind. I should fuck her. I should show her exactly what she’s asking for and why she shouldn’t want it. But something tells me it wouldn’t work. She’s taken everything I’ve given her so far, so taking my cock wouldn’t scare her off.
Even so, and as hard as it will be to resist, fucking her is not an option tonight. I’ve fucked her with my fingers and tongue and have even played with her ass. I’ll leave fucking her with my cock for another time.
I will continue to play with her though. Using the head, I slide it between her folds and rock back and forth, making sure I hit her clit with each forward motion. I watch as I slide back to her entrance and grit my teeth as I press just the tip inside.
With the pre-cum seeping out, I’m playing with fire. I have no fucking clue if she’s on birth control or not, and a part of me doesn’t care. Unbidden, an image of Luna round with my child filters through my mind, and fuck if it doesn’t light my blood on fire.
It’s wrong to think about such things. She’s too young to have a child. She has her whole life ahead of her. Not to mention, we barely know each other. But I can’t help but wonder what it would be like.
I yank that thought from my head and move my cock to her other hole. Her breath stutters out and she releases a small squeak. I wrap one hand around her waist and hold her still.
“Stay still,” I grunt and look up at her. Her head is turned and that goddamn bottom lip is back between her teeth. “I’m not fucking your ass tonight either. But make no mistake, Luna, I will fuck it. And you’ll fucking love it.”
Her lip gets released and her hands curl around the back of the couch.
I play with her ass for another minute before I slide my cock back between her legs.
She’s still wet from earlier and with the added juices seeping from her now, it gives me enough lubrication to easily slide back and forth.
It doesn’t take long before I’m on the edge. Clenching my teeth, I pump faster and faster. Luna cries out, her own body wracked with her orgasm.
At the first spurt of my seed, I pull back and look down, aiming my cum at her pussy and ass, not giving one fuck that I’m being reckless.
I squeeze the tip of my dick, forcing out the last drop. Mesmerized at seeing my cum on her skin, I let my cock go and smear it on her ass cheeks. I dip my hand further between her legs, and cup her pussy, slipping a couple of fingers inside.
I press my chest against her back and whisper. “Are you on birth control?”
Her body stiffens and her head jerks around so she can look at me. “No.”
Her answer should concern me, but it doesn’t. In fact, I shove my fingers further inside her, hooking them around her walls and grinding my palm against her clit. My cock jerks against her back.
I have no fucking clue what I’m doing with this girl.
But one thing’s for sure, I’m not done with her.
Chapter 7
LUNA
I push the door open to the kitchen, then come to a complete stop, tempted to turn back around and just grab something for breakfast on the way to school. Dad has Mom backed up against the counter with his arms wrapped around her and their lips sealed together. I love how my parents’ relationship is still so strong after twenty years of marriage. I just don’t want to witness them showing that love. Not like that anyway.
“Gross,” I say loudly. “You two, break it up. There’s a child present.”
Mom giggles, and as I walk to the fridge, I catch Dad pressing a final kiss against her neck before he lets her go.
“You’re eighteen, so you’re no longer a kid,” he says, leaning a hip against the counter and picking up his coffee.
“Legally no.” I glance at him over my shoulder as I grab out the carton of orange juice. “But to you and Mom, I’ll always be a kid.”
“Damn straight,” he mutters behind the rim of his coffee mug.
“Besides, no matter how old I get, I never want to see you mauling Mom.”