Page 15 of Loving Luna

Besides, what kind of lesson would it be if I didn’t see it through to completion?

“Fuck,” I moaned, as Luna continued to glare at me.

One big thrust, two, then three, and I was coming, filling her mouth with hot, salty cum.

Even better, she clearly hadn’t been expecting it. Her eyes went wide as saucers, her cheeks bulged, and she gagged again as she tried to hold the cum in her mouth.

I shook my head and left my cock where it was. “Tut, tut, stubborn girl. Swallow for me.”

She shook her head desperately.

“Safeword,” I commanded, knowing very well she wouldn’t.

She didn’t, and I didn’t ease out. Finally, with no other choice, she swallowed. The sour expression on her face did nothing to quell my satisfaction.

Only when I was sure she’d swallowed every last drop, did I finally allow my now softened cock to fall from her mouth, but I stayed in place, letting my body pin her to the mattress.

“Are you gonna be nice?” I asked.

Luna shook her head no, and I kept her hands pinned.

“Guess we’ll just stay like this then.” I waited a beat then asked, “Are you ready to talk?”

LUNA

I sighed. How had I gotten myself into this impossible situation? If I continued to let it be a battle of wills, I had no confidence in my ability to win.

My pride wouldn’t let me safeword. Maybe it was a matter of principle, but I would only ever use my safe word in an actual emergency. What Drake was doing, what he was making me do, did not classify.

And call me crazy, but Drake being a demanding forceful asshole… was kind of a turn on. Far more than it should be.

Maybe only because it was Drake, and I’d never seen this side of him before.

No matter the reason, and no matter how tempted I was to keep this ridiculousness going, I knew I shouldn’t.

It was Drake. Despite how I was currently acting, I still wanted him in my life. I would like to be able to go back to the way things were. I wanted to be able to stop avoiding him.

The only way that was going to be able to happen was if I grew a pair and started talking.

He wasn’t going to like what I had to say.

But he’d get over it, eventually… wouldn’t he?

I was about to find out.

“Are you ready to talk?” he asked again.

This time I nodded.

Drake grinned like a kid on Christmas morning. The sight squeezed my heart and made me feel like the worst kind of jerk.

But Drake rose, letting me up. I bounded off the bed, grabbing my dress from where he’d left it on the floor, and pulling it over my head.

The temptation to make a quick escape was great… until I realized the room we were in was mine.

Shitballs. The man was smarter than I’d given him credit for.

Sighing deeply, I sat beside him on the edge of the bed, with my hands in my lap. Staring down at them, so I wouldn’t have to look at him, I wrung them together.

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