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She’s moaning into her palm as I flick my tongue back and forth over her clit, causing her whole body to quiver. I’ve only just started, but she’s almost there already. Time to really show her what I can do.

I take her bean between my lips and suck with just the right amount of pressure, and Luna goes over the edge.

“Oh, fuck!” she cries out. “Brent!”

Her entire body goes into a convulsion as her climax hits her, and I have to snatch her by the hips and hold her to my mouth to keep her from twisting off the bed. Her knees slap against the side of my head and shake, and I look up at her tits as they bounce while the rest of her entire body quivers as she rides it out, wave after wave of pleasure crashing into her over and over.

Pride and satisfaction swell through my chest. This is just what I wanted. I watch as Luna comes crashing back down onto the bed and her body collapses as she pants like an Olympic sprinter at the end of a race, and begin peeling off my clothes.

Slowly, she regains her senses, and I lean over her, letting my hard cock slip between her thighs, which are now drenched with a mixture of her pussy juices and my spit. I thrust back and forth, teasing her lips with the length of my manhood as she looks up at me in astonishment.

“That was unbelievable,” she pants.

I lean down and kiss her, smiling.

“Baby, that was only the beginning.”

8

LUNA

I feel like I’m on Jupiter after what Brent just did to me.

What even did he just do to me?

I mean–I know he went down on me–anyone with a brain would know that. But what he did was some kind of magical, enchanting, miraculous, tongue wizardry. And I still haven’t recovered from it.

This is crazy.

Brent Carnell just went down on me, and not only did he blow my mind, he made me climax like I’ve never climaxed before, and he did it in just a few seconds. I’ve never even done that to myself, and I know just how I like it!

“That was mind-blowing,” I whisper. I’m surprised I can speak, and it’s not just the post-orgasmic haze that’s come over my mind; it’s the back-and-forth thrusting between my thighs from his massive cock.

He’s teasing me. I know he is. And it’s driving me absolutely wild.

“You liked it?” He smiles broadly. The way he’s looming over me accentuates his physique, showing off the striations in his shoulder muscles and biceps. His chest bulges like he hits the gym regularly too, and his abs look like someone drew them on with a sharpie.

“Liked it?” I laugh. “Um, yeah. You could say that.”

“Are you ready for more, beautiful?”

More.

I know what he means by more, and part of me tenses up at the thought. I really shouldn’t be ready, should I? I mean, I’ve barely even begun this…relationship? with this man. Or whatever this is.

But that’s only a tiny percentage of me that feels that way–maybe five percent. The other ninety-five percent is dying to be filled with his enormous cock.

If I’m even able to take it, that is.

“I’m ready,” I say.

A smile crosses his lips, and I watch as his abs flex as he tilts his hips, repositioning himself and changing the angle between us.

Here it comes.

“Take a breath,” he says. “If you’ve never done this before, it may hurt a bit at first.”

“Really? How much?” I ask, my nerves surfacing once again.

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