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I made to stand, and Luna stopped me, her hands holding my thighs firmly in place. If I wanted to, I could break the connection. There was a war between my head, my heart, and my dick and I wasn’t sure which one would win. “Are you sure?”
Her fingers toyed with the button that held my dark-wash jeans together. The button came undone with a pop, and her gaze never left mine as she drew down the zipper. I gently wrapped my hands around her wrists. “You don’t have to do this.”
She lifted a solitary brow. “I know.”
Then, after a little coaxing, I lifted my hips so she could easily get me free. The second she had my dick out her eyes doubled in size. “Jesus, Bennet. You’re packing. How could I have forgotten?”
My dick twitched. “Take what you can.”
“Challenge accepted,” she said breathless as her hands clasped around the base of my erection, her grip firm. I immediately tilted my head back, swearing up at the stars above. This was the single greatest sensation I’d felt in my life, and she hadn’t even done anything yet.
Luna licked her lips as her hands began their work, twisting and tugging. Then she lifted one hand and dragged her tongue along the palm to wet it. The little gesture had me panting for her.
“Please,” I begged, no longer interested in games. I wanted those pouty lips around my dick, and I wanted them now.
Luna bent down even lower, and I could feel her warm breath on me.
“Breathe, Bennet.”
“Not likely,” I hissed.
She chuckled, opened her mouth, and dragged her tongue slowly from base to tip, taking her goddamn time.
I white-knuckled the armrests, keeping my hands firmly in their place.
Then, the teasing stopped, and Luna took me deep into her throat, taking me as far as she could go. The moment she gagged, I tried pulling out, but Luna’s fingers dug into my thighs so hard they’d leave a mark.
I almost forgot to breathe as she added her hands back to the base, gently twisting and tugging in an easy rhythm with her mouth. It was as if we'd done this dance a thousand times before.
In just a few strokes, the sensations threatened to consume me and there was no way in fuck I was going to blow after ten seconds like some sort of virgin.
Through hooded eyes, I stared at the woman who would surely be my undoing and tried to distract myself with unsexy thoughts.
Then she dragged a fingertip underneath my balls, and I was done for. “Fuck, woman. If you don't stop that, I'm going to come down the back of that pretty throat of yours.”
A look of pure victory crossed her face. She doubled down.
In a few seconds, I started panting, the wood of the chair cracking beneath my palms.
“Luna,” I growled in warning.
A warning she didn't heed.
Well, fuck. That very decision on her part sent me over the edge. Before I knew it, my cum was spilling down the back of her throat. Her hand milked me, and she took it all.
And my hand fell away, the wood shattering under my grip.
With my cum still in her mouth, she glared at me. “You had to go and break my chair.”
Her glare wiped away in an instant, and the ridiculousness of it all came crashing down on us as I zipped my pants.
Luna shifted as she tried to get to her feet. I reached out to help her when she started swearing.
“Shit, my knee.”
I swept her up and sure enough there was wood embedded in her knee. “You have a splinter. At least one. There must have been something already on the ground.”
“If I knew giving you blow jobs was this dangerous, I might have chosen to go inside the second I heard your back door open.”