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“But you know what I think?” I ask her.

“What?”

“I think we’re talking way too much.” I roll her onto her stomach and spread her open so she can take everything I have to give her. “I think that I’ve felt you come on me, and now you need to feel me come inside you.”

Luna’s big brown eyes open wide, and her lips part at my suggestion.

“But, Brent. I’m not on birth control–”

“I don’t care,” I reply immediately.

Her juices pour out of her in response. Her wetness is all the response I need. It takes her a moment, but she bites her lower lip and nods.

“I want it,” she whispers.

“Good, baby,” I growl, snatching her roughly by the base of the neck as I drive my cock hard, giving her every one of my inches. “Because you’re going to get all of my cream.”

Her pussy pulses as I pick the pace back up, pumping like a race horse as my lust for her takes over.

I’ve never been so possessed in my life. I want to devour her. And as I feel my own climax swelling up from deep in my core, I can feel her tight little cunt tightening up like a fist clenching down as yet another orgasm mounts within her.

I should be thinking twice about this. I should be stopping myself. Controlling myself.

But I can’t. It’s no use even trying.

My name rings out, spilling from Luna’s lips as she reaches her peak. And that’s all it takes to throw me over the edge to join her.

I erupt like a volcano, spraying my seed inside her, coating her walls with my sticky, sweet cream.

Nothing I’ve felt before compares to the ecstasy that grabs hold of me and refuses to let go as I ride the greatest high of my life, unloading the biggest load I’ve ever produced into her tight little virgin hole.

The muscles of my body go so tight, every one of them feels like they’re about to cramp. We sail into orgasmic bliss together before collapsing into each other’s arms, gulping down air by the lungful.

I look over at her as she brushes a mat of sweaty hair from her face and smiles back at me, looking like nothing less than an angel. I ask myself, “Is she the one?”

I don’t know how long we’re lying there together, side by side, naked and vulnerable, recovering from our wonderous journey together, before Luna finally speaks.

“Brent…there’s something I have to tell you.”

I can hear the hesitance in her voice.

Is this it? Is she riding so high on endorphins that she’s going to tell me she loves me? And am I going to say it back?

“Yes, gorgeous?” I reply, smiling at her. But the look in her eyes is nothing like a look that would go with any of the things I’d just expected she might say. In fact, the way Luna’s looking at me now causes my gut to go tight.

I prop myself up on my elbow.

There’s something wrong. I can feel it.

“What is it?” I ask.

She bites her lip and looks away, letting her hair drop in front of her face.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know how to say this, but I’m pretty sure that once you hear it, you’re never going to speak to me again.”

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