Page 7 of Blue Moon Mistress

The ceiling is sloping glass and the sofa I lead him to is a deep leather creation settled between my veritable jungle of overgrown potted plants.

He doesn’t seem to notice the space, other than that couch.

With a hand to my sternum, he pushes me back onto it and shrugs out of his coat, immediately wrenching his shirt off. The belt and jeans follow in rough movements after. But I’m the one who grabs the band of his boxers and releases a cock so beautiful, I don’t hesitate to press my lips to the swollen head.

He’s big, but I know hell be bigger after his transformation.

Looking up, I smile against his cock. God, I hope they agree to it.

His hand smooths over my hair, fingers spearing into it, and I only realize he’s pulling the hair tie free when it falls down around my shoulders.

Those fingers comb through my hair until he can wrap his hand around my neck at the base of my skull, and then I have to relax my jaw as he slides himself between my lips.

He controls the pace, the depth.

Another time, I’d force his hand away and take back control, but this is sex meant to convince him to come back. Sex he needs to control until I find out exactly what he likes.

So I let him fuck my throat and just enjoy the ride.

“Is this alright?”

I laugh, because how am I supposed to answer that with my mouth full?

But he understands. “Good.”

His pace slows, with each stroke, he presses deeper. But never so deep that I’m at risk of gagging.

And then, he pulls back entirely.

With a hum, I swallow the saliva left over from his invasion. “I don’t get to drink your come today?”

I run my finger along the bottom of his cock and bite my lip when it twitches.

Instead of answering, he finds his jeans and digs through the pockets.

While he rummages, I slide back onto the couch and play with the wetness left behind from the delicious cock.

I hear the foil tear before he turns around, and he slides the condom on before he turns around.

And he pauses before he steps forward. I know the question that’s running through his mind.

“No, you won’t be using those tomorrow, if you agree to it. None of you can get me pregnant, and the transformation burns all diseases out of your body… But you didn’t know that, did you?”

“I did not.”

He hesitates, hand on his cock, another question unasked, lingering behind those eyes.

“I told you. Anything you want. So… you can keep it on, take it off.” I shrug and lick my lips one more time. “Just get inside me.”

The sound that comes from him is a feral growl, and he yanks it off, tossing it back with the pants that had once housed it.

But he doesn’t pull me to the front of the couch and drive himself home. He picks me up, turning, and falls back on the couch himself, holding me up so that only the tip of him brushes against me.

When he releases my hips, there’s nowhere to go but down, But his hands cup either side of my face, and he plunders my mouth as I slowly descend onto his cock.

Joshua doesn’t pull back from the kiss until I’m fully impaled on him. And then, it’s to search my eyes. “Still okay?”

He’d been trying to distract me.

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