Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 241
Estimated words: 236417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1182(@200wpm)___ 946(@250wpm)___ 788(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1182(@200wpm)___ 946(@250wpm)___ 788(@300wpm)
“Fuck me,” she cries. “Please.”
I go as far as tugging down my pants, stepping out of ‘em, freeing my erection. But I don’t take off her thong. Instead, I reach down and push aside the cotton fabric, just to run my fingers between her wet folds.
Her breath hitches. “Oh my God.” Her elbows slacken against the table. She becomes a puddle of pleasure as I circle her clit, as I slip my fingers inside her, and watching her quake is enough to unearth a groan from my chest.
My muscles pull taut, searing. When I take out my fingers, I flex forward, sliding my length against her pussy. Not going inside. The thong is still in the way.
“Please,” Luna begs, her knees nearly buckling. “I need you. I need you.”
I need her, but I resist pushing inside. It’s torturing me and her. I rub her ass, then clutch her hip, thrusting, teasing. Luna is shaking against the table, and I bow forward to reach her ear. “You ever forget this again—that you need to be fucked every single day by me just to stay alive—I’ll remind you.”
Her high-pitch noise is too loud, and I cover her mouth with my hand, not stopping the friction. My cock rubs against her clit, and she shudders into an actual climax. I drop my hand to her hip.
“Donnelly.” Her cry nearly does me in.
But Luna doesn’t ease into relief. Her eyes say, more. And she starts yanking down her thong, but I catch her hand.
“Pleaseplease,” she begs. “I want to.”
It’d be so easy to slip inside her pussy from behind. Been at the perfect angle this whole time, but I told myself we’d go slow—and despite usually listening to my cock and not my big brain, I think I need to consider that she has had trauma.
Going slow is the only way I can make sense of not hurting Luna. There is no magical Band-Aid, no wand I can wave to ensure I don’t ruin her. I’d never forgive myself if I caused more harm than good, and I’m sure a bunch of people already believe I’ve check-marked that box.
She’s not one of them.
She’s who matters most to me.
Luna breathes, “Don’t you want to?”
Badly. I flex forward again, testing the idea. Her lips part in arousal. It’s so fucking tempting to take her. I’ve never been in this metaphorical position before, where I need to be the one to slam on the brakes when we’re literally a thong away from screwing.
But Luna is so vulnerable right now, and how she’s giving herself to me is something that simultaneously turns me on but something I can’t take lightly, not under these fucked-up circumstances.
I take her hands, rooting them to the table again. Her breath shallows, especially as I thrust against her ass, and I whisper, “I’d rather eat you out.” And I scoop her in my hands and turn her, pushing her ass on the table.
“OhmyGod,” she cries as I kneel between her spread legs. I’m buck-naked, hard as can be, and at the mercy of her beautiful, mouth-watering pussy.
I pull her thong aside. “Try to be quiet.”
She nods repeatedly, falling back on her elbows. “I can be quiet.”
I grin, and she watches me flick my tongue over her clit, then farther down. Her thighs tremble, but she cages a noise. Then I go to town, sucking, licking—the taste of her is soul-soothing. A breakfast-lunch-dinner-dessert craving that I can’t find on this planet. Just hers.
Only hers.
I work my tongue in and around her, and her eyes try to roll. She drops off her arms, unable to hold herself up, and I never stop trying to send her over. She’s trying to hang on longer.
Fuck. I stroke my aching dick, all while I slide a finger in her wet pussy and lick her clit.
Then I catch the same squeak of the floorboards and the loudest gasp.
I turn my head to look behind me. This again? When I’m going down on Luna? It’s not Jane walking in on us this time.
It’s Luna’s mom. She’s shielding her eyes with one hand and already feeling for the door with the other. “I’m so sorry! OhmyGod. Why did I come down here?”
I worry more about Luna. She’s beet-red, and I close her knees together and stand up. She’s fully clothed. I never really took anything off her in that sense. Whereas, Lily has now seen my ass, and I’m trying to cup my dick and balls.
“Mom,” Luna calls, scared. “Are you going to tell Dad?”
Lily hasn’t peeked behind her fingers. “I don’t know—”
My chest caves. Shit.
“Mom, please,” Luna pleads. “We’re together, me and Donnelly.” She looks to me for backup.
I can’t say how much this’ll help. “We made it official tonight,” I say while putting on pants.
Lily is a redder shade than her daughter. She keeps her back to us now. “Didn’t Dr. Raven say to take things slow?”