Page 13 of Loving Luna

Worked for me.

“Yes, Sir.” My answer was designed to throw him off, and to my delight it seemed to work. “Please give me your thick, long cock,” I begged, my voice a hoarse whisper.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Drake was aggressively getting into it now, but I wouldn’t answer the question.

God, I wanted him.

“Please.” I wasn’t above begging.

It worked. His hand returned to its place between my legs, and this time, he slipped a finger inside me.

I bit down hard on my lower lip, and nearly wept with relief at the welcome intrusion.

He moaned. “You little minx. You knew you’d get your way, didn’t you?”

Wisely, I didn’t respond. My pussy throbbed in sync with my well-spanked ass.

Drake had magical fingers. He could usually bring me to climax with just his hand, and that’s what I was expecting him to do. To start anyway. We’d go from there, as we always did.

But after a few minutes, when I’d just started to feel really good, he pulled his fingers out, flipped me over and tossed me on the bed behind us.

Stunned I blinked up at him as he quickly stripped off his work clothes and boxers until he was standing in front of me in all his naked glory.

His erection seemed bigger than usual, somehow. I gulped.

“Is this what you wanted?” he growled, earning a nod from me.

It was. It was what I wanted. Anything to not have to confront my feelings.

Not a second after he received my confirmation, he knelt on the bed, covering my body with his.

His fingers closed around one of my pigtails, curling it into his fist as he angled my face up until I was staring into his.

“This isn’t over, babygirl. Not by a long shot.”

I melted at the same time I felt an urge to bolt.

DRAKE

Luna thought she was so clever. She thought she’d distracted me from my goals with her feminine wiles, but really, her ass wastorn up, she wasn’t in the right headspace, and I’d decided to change tactics. If I couldn’t get through to her with my hand, I’d get through to her with my cock.

One way or another, my babygirl would talk to me. Tonight.

As soon as my hand was in her hair, her gaze was locked on mine, and she was trembling with need, her body all but begging for my cock, I took my opportunity.

“I know you’re scared, Luna, but you’re only delaying the inevitable. It may take me months or years to convince you, but I will convince you. You are destined to be mine, babygirl. You were made for me. Heart, body and soul. Your pussy even curves to my cock.”

Anger sparked in her eyes, but after a second she whimpered and squeezed her thighs around my hips. She wanted me.

That was a good sign.

Of course, it was a good sign that scared the crap out of her, so instead of admitting or denying it, she smacked my shoulder and glared at me. With a roll of my eyes, I grabbed both her hands and pinned them above her head with one of mine.

“Tell me why you can’t just accept it. Tell me why you want to run so badly.”

Her gaze darkened, and she shifted beneath me struggling for a moment as if she wanted to get away. I didn’t move and after a few seconds, she stopped fighting.

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