When her body is once again pliant, I raise my head and intertwine our fingers on one hand and set them by her head. I get up on my elbow and look down at our joined bodies. Seeing the evidence of her virginity has me wanting to beat my chest like a fucking caveman.
Moving my knee up higher, I force hers up as well, which opens her even more. I rock back and forth slowly a few times before I pick up speed. Her soft moans and my grunts fill the room. Her walls clamp down on me and she tosses her head back. Her pleas of pleasure get louder. She comes within seconds, and the tight grip around my shaft nearly does me in.
When she calms, I sit up on my heels and take her with me. Her arms automatically band around my shoulders and her legs around my waist. I curl my hands around her hips and lift her up and down on my shaft. I sensually use her body until I slip over the edge of reason and blast every bit of cum I have into her.
Just as it was on Friday, the thought of not using a condom and the consequences we could be facing doesn’t bother me like it should. I’ve never been this reckless before.
“What in the fuck?”
The loud booming shout has me dropping Luna back to the bed, covering her body with mine. I never get the chance to see who it is because the next thing I know, I’m pulled off of Luna and there’s a fist planted in my face. Luna’s cry of surprise barely reaches my ears as stars dance in my vision.
“I’m going to kill you, you motherfucker!”
I shake my head, trying to clear the fog the hit caused. I look over and find Kian Hendrix standing a foot from the bed with a woman frantically trying to hold him back.
Shit.
Getting to my feet in all my naked glory, I lift my hand and rub the back of it over my lip, swiping away the blood trickling down.
“Kian, let me—”
I don’t get the chance to finish my sentence before Kian’s fist connects with my face again. Pain explodes in my eye, and I barely stay on my feet. Fuck but he throws a hard ass punch.
“Daddy! Stop it!” Luna shouts. In my peripheral vision, I see her wrapping the blanket around her chest, tucking it under her arms. “Let us explain.”
Kian barks out a laugh. The woman beside him, who I’m guessing is Luna’s mother, tries to stand in front of him to get his attention. He grabs her waist and forcefully sets her behind him.
“Explain?” The veins in his neck bulge out. “There’s no explanation for what I just walked in on, daughter,” he growls. “It was pretty fucking clear your teacher,” he grates the word, “was just rutting away between your thighs, and you were fucking letting him!”
“Kian!” Luna’s mother gasps his name at the same time Luna sucks in a sharp breath.
I deserve every punch Kian wants to throw at me. He has every right to be angry. This is my fault. I defiled his daughter—his barely legal daughter. I’ll stand here and take whatever he wants to dish out, so long as it’s pointed at me.
What I won’t do is listen to him say nasty shit about his daughter.
I plant my feet apart, bracing for when the next hit comes, and grind out between clenched teeth, “Do whatever the fuck you want to me, but I’d advise you to watch what you say about Luna.”
The muscles in his arms bunch as he flexes his fists. “She’s my fucking daughter,” he growls. “I’ll say what the hell I want to say about her.”
“So long as you don’t disrespect her,” I growl back.
“And what you just did to her? That was respectful?” He takes a step forward, despite Luna’s mother trying to hold him back. “Get the fuck out of my house. The only thing keeping me from killing you is my daughter and wife being in the room.”
I don’t move for a moment, just stand there and glare at him, while covering my cock out of respect for his wife. I don’t want to leave Luna with her father this angry. Not because I think he’ll hurt her, not physically anyway. But words can be just as painful as a fist. I’ve always prided myself on my ability to judge people. Kian Hendrix isn’t the abusive type. But in the heat of things during a stressful situation, words can be said we can’t take back. I don’t want Luna to have to face this alone.
I feel her behind me. Her despair comes off her in painful waves, searing my skin. I want nothing more than to turn around and gather her in my arms. To tell her everything will be okay. But I don’t know if it will be okay. As much as I hate thinking about it, I knew what we have is temporary, but I thought we’d have more time.
Hating myself for leaving Luna like this, I grab my jeans from the floor and put them on. Kian stands several feet away, not taking his eyes off me the whole time I get dressed. I grab my shoes and socks, not taking the time to put them on.
Taking a chance of soliciting Kian’s anger and not giving a shit, I turn to face Luna. She’s sitting on her heels with the blanket wrapped protectively around her. It covers every part of her body except for her head. Her face is blotchy, her eyes swollen, and tears roll down her cheeks.
“I’m sorry.” I keep my voice low. “Everything will be okay.”
I have no fucking clue how it will be, but I’ll make damn sure it’s okay.
Her bottom lip wobbles, and it takes herculean effort to not go to her. “I’m sorry too,” she whispers in a broken voice.
She has no reason to be sorry. This is my doing. I knew better, but I gave into temptation. My only regret is that Luna was hurt.