CHAPTER 9
Luke
I stand in Luna’s room, watching as she sleeps in the big hotel bed.
The creamy milky shine of her pale skin in the moonlight. The way her dark lashes sweep against her cheeks.
Every single thing about her is perfect.
Especially how she came today, tight little slick pulsations all over my hand so when I pulled it away my fingers dragged a wet juicy trail of her arousal all across her cheeks, pale skin with the mouth-watering shape of my big handprint on her round ass.
I gently open the curtains to let the moonlight in, so I can see her beautiful body better, and I flick my knife out, my palm covering the blade so there’s no way she could hear the noise.
My fingers hover over her hair, gently brushing it back from her sleeping face.
Luna was pregnant and it was definitely my baby. Soon it would be impossible for her to avoid realizing she was pregnant.
And she still had not accepted we were obviously soulmates and clearly made for each other.
But the way she came while I was spanking her today?
Those little moans and gasps weren’t from someone who was indifferent, or who saw me as just a big brother figure.
Getting her sweet cream and her release was obviously the key to winning her over.
I had to become an expert at coaxing the pleasure from her perfect, reluctant body, until she recognized my dominance with the touch of my fingers.
I wanted so badly to sink my cock into her, not care about the noise, just cover her screams with my mouth. What would she feel like?
Feral need pumped through my veins.
I dug my fingernails into my palms so hard there were bloody semicircles there. I wanted to take her so badly.
Would Mr. Darcy do this? I asked myself, my breath ragged in my chest.
No, that supercilious jackass would not.
Therefore, I could not.
I forced myself to freeze in place above her, then retreat inch by inch off of her body.
Almost there
I could do it. A few more inches and I’d be off her body and hopefully I could back out and leave before I lost control of the feral monster inside me.
Then suddenly her hand comes up, brushing by my T-shirt, and she rubs her eyes as I hear her little kittenish yawn.
I had about 1.5 fucking seconds, and I rolled off the bed, landing on all fours on the floor.
What was she doing?
Oh, fuck, she’s pregnant and she needs to pee!
I rolled under the bed, but not quite fast enough. She stuck her leg right out, putting one foot squarely between my thighs, barely missing crushing my balls, and the other one narrowly missing my head.
But luckily it was dark and she was a sleepy little mama. She didn’t look down, and she stumbled off to the bathroom, letting me get a phenomenal view of her naked ass as she walked by.
She made the cutest little sounds as she rolled back into bed, snuggling deep into the covers and falling asleep almost immediately.
So adorable.
I raised myself cautiously from the floor, having to suck back what felt like a gallon of drool to see Luna sprawled on her side, plump ass in the air, and the outlines of her pink pussy directly in the center of the moonbeam.
My blood raged and pumped in my ears.
I leaped at her, doing the only thing I could to soothe that raging beast.
My scissors were in my fingers, my nose buried deep in her neck, inhaling that delicious scent.
Snip
There’s a long curl in my palm, and I rub it like a man dying of thirst.
It’s pleasurable, and I can feel it in my cock, but my brain is still buzzing. With her right here, carrying my baby, it’s not calming me down like it normally does.
Snip
I cut again, my mouth open on her throat. It’s a little warm in the room and there’s a drop of sweat rolling down her neck.
Suddenly she turns over a bit, her sweet breath rolling past my cheek, and her legs fall apart, opening so that I can feel the swipe of her pussy against my sweatpants.
Oh god.
I roll up my pant legs, just to see if she’ll do it again.
And she does, even letting out a little moan as her hips jerk up to deepen the contact with my leg.
When I don’t do anything, she moans a bit again.
Clearly she’s hornier than ever because I’ve impregnated her. I glance down at her pussy, carefully lifting her big sleep T-shirt so I can see her bottom half.
The first thing I notice is her little round belly and I’m filled with the tingling thrill of knowing that’s our baby in there.
I bend and very carefully press a kiss there, and then my cheek. I know it’s a few weeks too early to feel him or her kick. But I wait for a few minutes, feeling her heartbeat through her belly, just craving the knowledge our baby is safe.
Her hips jerk up again.
Well, logically, it would only be gentlemanly to relieve her urgent need.
That would certainly be kind, respectful, and courteous.
I move down her body and, biting my lip, let my fingers hover over her pussy lips. God, even from a few millimeters away, they seem to throb with heat.
Carefully, I extend one finger and when it reaches her skin, how slick and wet her lips are almost makes me lose control.
Gritting my teeth, I drive down my urges and extend my finger further, parting her pussy lips and then I’m in her soft warm cunt. I almost fucking lose it again.
Her cunt is greedy for me, her slick walls already tightening and I’ve only got one finger inside. I carefully add another one, then begin to move back and forth. Her pussy is milking me, her walls tightening harder and harder, eager for more.
My breath is rattling like a Victorian era chimney sweep, and I just hope my fucking feral panting won’t wake her up, because I really want this release now.
I force myself to go slowly, fingers in and out, curling them experimentally inside her, trying to see what sweet little spots I can hit.
This is medically necessary, I tell myself as my cock begins to seep precum down my leg. Regular orgasms will help her body prepare for contractions later.
I really want my cum going down her throat though, and surely it’s still gentlemanly as long as I don’t sink my cock too deep. Very carefully I draw my cock out and position my body so my face is on her pussy and my cock is over her mouth. I’d love to see my cum disappearing down her throat.
I bend down to her pussy, carefully raising myself on my elbows so I can gently pull her pussy lips apart.
Her little jewel-like clit appears, soaking and swollen, and I inhale her delicious creamy scent for a second before extending my tongue and licking it.
Luna’s hips immediately buck, rolling with jerky little urgency as I begin to swirl my tongue around her clit.
My mouth is hungry.
Oh god, she tastes so good.
I listen carefully for her sleepy little moans and grunts, applying gentle, steady pressure where she whimpers the loudest.
I want to keep doing this forever, bent over her like this with my nose in her pussy and my tongue on her clit.
When she comes it’s like heaven, slick wetness pumping out of her just like the night I impregnated her, except this time it’s all over my face and chin and I lick every drop carefully up.
For a moment I think she’ll wake up, but she doesn’t, just grinds on my face and shakes her head back and forth, the most delectable little moans spilling from her mouth.
When I think she’s back to sleep, I aim my throbbing cock carefully at her mouth. It’s open just a few inches, and I’m too big to go in very far, but I get just the tip, and as soon as those plush lips touch my skin, I’m pumping cum into her mouth.
She’s so sound asleep it’s dribbling out her mouth instead of going down that precious throat, so I turn her head and gently massage her, watching the cum disappear drop by drop down past her pink tongue.
Then I bend to give her a kiss goodnight and
Holy fuck.
In my feral lust, I’ve cut too much motherfucking hair off.
There’s literally a chunk missing beside her face.
Oh god-fucking damn it.
The idea that she might be angry at me means I’m seized with that reptilian panic that resides at the base of my skull and compromises pretty much the entirety of my morals.
Now I have to hope I can fix it or she doesn’t notice before it ruins all my carefully-laid plans!