Page 36 of Vicious Luna

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I taunt. “If I fucked you in the dirt like the animal you are?”

She huffs in agitation as she writhes against me, but there’s no mistaking the way the sound trails off into what sounds suspiciously like a moan as I sink more of my weight onto her, the hard ridge of my cock settling at the apex of her thighs.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” I murmur, the tension in my body wound tighter than a bow string.

She makes a scoffing sound in her throat, scowling up at me. “Don’t act like you don’t.”

“I don’t.”

“Then why are you so hard right now?” she mocks, shifting her hips upwards to prove her point by grinding on me.

“Why are you rubbing up against me like a bitch in heat?” I snap, flinching back from the contact.

Her lips curve into a devious smirk as she parts her thighs, hooking a leg around my waist to draw me back to her center. “You mean like this?” she purrs, gyrating her hips.

“Stop it,” I snarl through gritted teeth.

By some miracle, she actually listens for once. As soon as the words leave my mouth, she suddenly stills, staring up into my eyes earnestly. “Then let me go.”

I clench my jaw, shaking my head. “Never.”

She huffs out a breath, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her eyes. “Fine, then let me up and at least make it a fair fight,” she implores.

I shake my head again. “I’m not fighting you.”

“You think I’ll just go back to that tiny cell willingly?” she scoffs.

“If you value your life.”

She narrows her eyes on me, lips twisting in a scowl. “Then clearly you don’t value yours.”

The two of us stare each other down for a long moment, entangled in a silent battle of wills. I’m acutely aware of every place our bodies are touching, the way our panted breaths are mingling, the tension in my muscles winding tighter with the effort of my restraint. I can feel the heat of her core right against my shaft, achingly hard and dying to sink into her. I can’t recall ever wanting anything or anyone more than I wantthisandherright now. But Ican’t.

Some evidence of my internal struggle must show in my expression, because Luna suddenly gets a wicked gleam in her eye, licking her plush lips before parting them to speak. “Well, what’s it gonna be?” she asks mockingly, angling her hips up to rub against me. “Man up, warden. Either free me, fight me, or fuck me.”

That ultimatum slices through the last thread of my self-control, and there’s only one option.

“Fine, you want this so bad, I’ll fucking give it to you,” I snap, abruptly rocking back onto my knees and reaching down to flip her over onto her belly. Then I grip her by the hips, lifting her to her knees and shoving her shorts down her thighs. She doesn’t fight me or try to get away- not that I give her much of a chance to, with how quickly it all happens- and I swear I feel a shiver of excitement run through her as I pop the button on my jeans and touch the tip of my cock to her pretty pink cunt.

It's hard as steel, heavy in my hand as I drag the head through her slick folds, and a needy little whine escapes her lips that lets me know I’m not the only one who wants this. She’s fucking drenched, her legs trembling and her back arching as I line myself up with her entrance and nudge the fattip of my cock inside. At the same time, she rocks backwards to meet me, her greedy pussy swallowing me deeper as we both groan at the sensation.

Jesus fuck, she’s tight. Sinking my fingertips into the flesh of her hips, I pull out halfway and surge in again, her inner walls strangling my girth as I work my way deeper with each shallow thrust. She meets every one with a backwards grind of her hips, then my pelvis smacks against her ass as I bottom out, seeing fucking stars while she falls forward onto her elbows with a low moan.

I rock back and punch my hips forward again, gritting my teeth against the urge to take her how I really want to. “Isthiswhat you want, Luna?” I growl as I rut into her from behind, picking up the pace while still maintaining some semblance of control. Tracing a palm along the curve of her spine, I bury my fingers in the back of her hair, turning her face sideways and pressing her cheek into the dirt. “Huh?”

Her fingers scrabble against the ground as she glances up at me, her eyes clouded with lust. “Yes!” she pants, the word dissolving into a moan as I slam into her harder.

“Fucking desperate,” I murmur, my balls tensing up with every drag through her tight heat. “Just begging to be used, taking my cock like a whore.”

As if to prove my point, she starts pushing back into me harder with every thrust, like she can’t get enough. “Is that all you’ve got?” she pants, fucking taunting me.

That’s when I stop holding back. For the first time ever, I give into the baser urges that I’m constantly fighting against and fuck her how I want to; how Ineedto. With every harsh punch of my hips, I give her more, setting a punishing pace that has her screaming- not in terror, but in ecstasy. She fuckinglikesit hard. Shelikesit rough. I give her everything I’ve got, and she not only takes it, but begs me for more. I swear, if she wasn’t a genetic freak, she’d be my perfect woman.

Yeah, I’m fully aware of how fucked up this is. But now Ialso know how fucking good it feels to be inside her, and there’s no going back. This is a feeling I could get addicted to. Maybe I already am.

“Is this how you like it, beastie?” I rasp, reangling her hips as I continue hammering into her at a brutal rhythm.

“Yes,fuck!” she screams, arching into me. “Right there!”

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