Page 72 of Love Sick

This is her show; I am here for her. I want her to take everything from me. I just want to make her feel good.

Her pussy feels fucking incredible, and it takes all my willpower not to come. I want this to last forever. She picks up the pace. Her breathless exhalations mixed with mine is an aphrodisiac within itself because you can’t fake this chemistry.

It’s like every cell in my body is alive.

I grip her hips and move with her as she picks up the pace, her rhythm robbing me of air because she consumes every single part of me. She lifts her hips, only to slam back down onto me. She moves up and down, back and forth, setting my world on fire.

Sex with Luna is something out of this world because of the connection we share. Each time I enter her, I feel my love for her growing tenfold, so much so, my heart threatens to explode from my chest. She places her hand over my heart, as if reading my mind.

We will be connected eternally, and for that, she is my forever and a day.

She rolls her hips and I swear to fuck, she is tracing the alphabet on my cock with her pussy.

One hand still gripping her waist, with the other, I reach down and commence rubbing over her clit. She is so hot and wet, the perfect combination. I encourage her to ride me faster because I want her to come before I do.

“I love you,” she pants, and my heart swells.

“Say it again.”

“I love you.”

With a growl, I grip the back of her neck and pull her toward my mouth so I can kiss the ever-living fuck out of her as I meet her thrust for thrust. She whimpers, allowing me to dominate her so we can both finish in a fucking mess.

I can be a gentle lover, but with Luna, I have no control. I want to consume every part of her. Our lips are still locked as I guide her to fuck me hard and fast. When she tires, I take over and flip her onto her back so I can fuck her.

Being over her this way is fucking perfection and I lift her leg so I can deepen the angle. She cries into my mouth, gripping my biceps as if needing to hold on. But I don’t give her a reprieve. I continue sinking into her over and over and grasp her hip so she can bounce on my cock.

We are joined in the most intimate way, but it’s still not close enough and that’s because I love her with every beat of my heart…and she needs to know that. I don’t deserve her love, but for some reason, she loves me and that makes me the luckiest son of a bitch alive.

Dropping her leg, I grip both hips and fuck her until she’s screaming my name, and when she spasms around me, I confess, “And I love you.”

She comes hard, her body trembling and the feel of her pussy clenching around me has me pulling out and coming on her stomach with a sated roar. I collapse on top of her, kissing her face as I cup her cheeks.

She is perfect.

Our hearts sprint in unison and when they slow, I roll off of Luna, but reach for her hand. Our breaths are lulled, both of us sated beyond words. I suddenly realize I don’t hear music…but I’m not panicked because my love for Luna precedes any love I know.

“Where are they?” she asks, her voice hoarse from screaming my name, something which makes me happy.

“Who knows? I have no idea where we go from here,” I confess, because anything is possible. “Daddy is more dangerous than Alanna. He’s the one we have to watch.”

“So we’re supposed to, what? Co-exist until the concert, and then what?”

“They need us. We wouldn’t be alive if they didn’t.”

“I know, but what are they going to do to ensure we don’t forget they’re the ones in control?”

She’s right.

This isn’t a partnership. We are still their prisoners, and they will remind us of that fact every chance they get. But Alanna is suddenly not the mamma monster. Daddy is the one I’m most concerned about.

Luna huddles close as she, too, knows that this is only the beginning.

Iwake a little while later, thankful Luna is still in my arms. Not so thankful, however, when I open my eyes and see Daddy sitting in a chair at the foot of our bed. The chair once Jonathan inhabited.

It pleases me to see his neck is chafed raw, thanks to me almost choking the life from him. Too bad I didn’t succeed.

Slipping out of bed quietly, I make sure the blanket covers Luna because I don’t want this asshole looking at her. I put on some jeans and leave the room, assuming he’ll follow. When I hear his footsteps, I take the stairs carefully because, thanks to Daddy punching me in the knee, I’m hobbling like an invalid.

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