Page 67 of Conner's Luna

I want to protest, but then I feel an overwhelming thick heaviness driving relentlessly into me. My eyes spring open. I didn't even know they were closed. Is he? No... No, Conner's head is still between my legs, his mouth toying with my clit.

Oh, sweet baby Jesus, it's just another finger. If his hands are so large, then how big is his baby-maker?

"Shh, honey, you're tensing up. Open this pretty pussy for me, that's it," Conner says, his growl of pleasure is so animalistic and his words are so crude, but he's being so gentle!

"Ahh, honey," he does something with his fingers, twisting them or something, and sparks light up behind my eyes. "Yeah, give me that orgasm, Bailey. Let's soften this cunt. I need to finger-fuck you every day, Babe, you're so tight."

I fall. My back bows right off the bed, my hand clamping down so hard over my mouth, I'm possibly bruising my own face. My body twists, desperately trying to dislodge the man between them so I can close my legs and scissor my thighs against this feeling. It feels like my entire body contracts, every muscle seizing as I come.

"Fuck, Bailey, that's it. Give me all that honey. Let me stretch this pussy." Conner is meeting my thrusts with his palm as I ride his hand. His other hand, I notice as the last ripples fades, is pumping his bare cock. His huge cock. I understand, logically, that humans, as with other mammalian species, have evolved so that penises fit into vaginas, but just... no.

Conner withdraws his fingers from me. He's gentle, but I still wince as my body refuses to let go right away. He smiles, baring his teeth, as he wraps his fingers soaked with my juices on his own erection.

Green eyes, glowing with lust meet mine as he pumps his cum all over my stomach and thighs. I gasp, stunned at how beautiful this man is when he does naughty things.

"Fuck, so pretty. You can't possibly be this gorgeous. I'm fucking dreaming, aren't I? Those lips are fucking delicious," he growls and snarls as streams of thick, white cum coat my skin. Sweat gleams on his skin, a bead of it rolling down his chest. He looks crazed, for a moment, as something wild flashes across his face while he stares intently at me.

It only lasts a moment. Conner finishes with a soft smile. Sighing, he pumps the last few drops onto me. His eyes drifting closed as his smile grows.

"Conner," I say hesitantly. This was not part of my plan. I can't move. I'm trapped between him and the wall behind me.

"Shh, honey," he says softly. "I'm cementing this picture in my head. Give me a moment." His eyes open again and he grins playfully. "Hold on, don't move. Fuck, Bails, your blush is pretty, too. That's another picture I need." He screws his eyes shut exaggeratingly.

I am blushing, fire-engine red. It's not easy to do with my complexion, but when I do blush Iblush. Hard.

He opens his eyes again and leans down to press his mouth to mine. It's such a loving and sweet gesture that it makes my head spin. Conner leans up and fixes his clothing, not bothering to wipe off, first. When he climbs off of me I start to sit up, then fall back, wincing, at how sore I am.

"Hold on, Bails. Let me help you. Fuck, your pussy really does need to be stretched, huh? Does it hurt, baby?" He has the cojones to look pensive as he stares at my mostly nude body in contemplation.

"We're just... we're justfriends, Conner. I told you I won't be your fuckbuddy!" I hiss, irrationally considering what we just did. I tug down my pajama top to cover me a little, not caring that I'm smearing Conner's cum all over me. I don't know how I'm supposed to react.

"We didn't fuck, sweetheart," he says, his eyes glinting with something mischievously daring. "I think I'll have to order some dildos for next time, really get a bigger, but gentler stretch, yeah? Damn."

I suck in a breath, not sure if I should scream or cry, so I just stay silent. He must take my silence as acquiescence because he reaches over and scoops me into his arms.

"Bathroom?"

I point, but quietly say, "I share the bathroom with my dad, Conner."

"He's still sleeping, sweetheart, and deeply."

I don't try to puzzle out how Conner knows that, and I don't question why I believe him so readily, either. Conner carries me out into the hall, past Dad's empty room, and I breathe a little easier at how quiet the house is.

We walk into the bathroom and he sets me down. I lock the door as he starts the shower. "Do you need to shower?" I ask him. He doesn't have any clothes here and I doubt that my dad's biggest sweats would fit him. Unless Conner wanted to go with the capri look in the middle of December.

Conner reaches out and strokes my cheek. "Will you be alright? This wasn't some one-night stand, sweetheart. I know there's shit we need to sort out, but I'm not going to leave until I know you're settled."

"I'm alright, Conner," I insist.

"OK. I'll sneak out and go home to shower. Be ready for me to pick you up in about an hour? That's how long your hair takes, right?"

I just blink up at him, stupefied. "We're spending the day together?" I ask, wryly.

"Breakfast, at least. I'm hungry," he says easily. "Then, ah, maybe I could take you to Caluna for a tour? It's... where I went to school."

"Really?" I hadn't known that.

"Yeah. Until this year."

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