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Never Marry Your Brother's Best Friend (Never Say Never, #1)(40)

Author:Lauren Landish

“Tell me to stop. I’m not strong enough to do it myself.” I’ve already asked so much of her, and now I’m asking more. Not for me this time, but for her.

She smiles a tiny smile of rebellion. “Don’t stop.”

I should stop anyway, but I don’t. I tell myself I’ll go a little further . . . that’s it. Nothing too bad, I vow, measuring my own wickedness by the inches of Luna’s leg I can see. I shift so I can knead the flesh of her inner thighs, working her dress higher and higher, almost immediately breaking my own promise.

Goosebumps break out over her skin, and I tease a fingertip over them. “Cold?”

She bites her lip, shaking her head. “Hot. So hot.” Her hips writhe beneath my touch. “Please . . .”

“Please what? More? Stop? Harder? Tell me, Luna. Tell me what you want,” I command, my voice a rough whisper.

“More. Harder. Touch me, please.” Luna begging me to touch her is nothing I would’ve expected. It’s a beautiful and powerful motivator, and I do exactly what she’s demanded of me.

Finding the side of her panties, I pull them down and off her legs in an effortless swoop before urging her legs open. The sight that I behold is unlike anything I’ve seen before.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I tell her as I see her pink, puffy pussy for the first time. I want to touch her, taste her, mark her until that pussy knows who it belongs to. The urge is more caveman than I usually experience, but something about Luna is bringing up primal desires I’ve never had. I want to possess her, care for her . . . and I haven’t even laid a hand on her heaven yet.

I’m so fucked.

Using my thumbs to spread her smooth lips, I gather her juices and smear them up to her clit.

A few small circles there and Luna is already working her hips in time with me. I slip two fingers inside her easily, curling them up to pet her inner walls. “There,” she murmurs. “Right there.”

Goddamn, Luna telling me what she likes is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I keep up the strokes, doing just what she asks until she starts panting with a little cry on every exhale. “I’m gonna . . . Can I come?”

Luna asking the same question in that bed at Elena’s flashes through my mind, and a dark thought follows it. I press her hips down hard, preventing her from bucking into my hand. “No. Not yet, not till I say you can.”

Her eyes pop open, looking at me in shock. We’re both frozen for a moment, locked in a silent battle to see if she’s going to give in. I stroke that spot inside her, slowly and gently, to encourage her, and a fresh wash of clear fluid coats my hand.

“That’s it. Let me see what your body can do. Show me.” I swallow thickly as I begin stroking into her harder . . . deeper . . . faster, matching my pace with swipes over her clit. “Show me what a good girl you are.”

She cries out as her eyes roll back and her head tosses back and forth, setting her glasses off-kilter. She’s coming undone before my very eyes and I want more of it . . . more of her.

Watching her closely, I find the rhythm that she responds to best and push her higher and higher, then back off. She does her best to hold out, but too quickly, she’s asking, “I need to . . . Can I?”

It’s not enough. “Can you what? Say it. I want to hear you.”

She’s gone to pleasure, riding the edge so close it might as well be a blade. “Can I come, sir?” she gasps.

“Yes. Fuck, I want to see you wild, Luna. Come now.”

The orgasm takes her flying before the words leave my mouth, and I watch, awestruck, as she sings for me with complete abandon. I keep talking, saying dirty things she seems to like, as I tease her clit and feel the pulsing waves of her pussy squeezing my fingers.

“More. You . . . I want you,” she pants, wiggling her fingers toward me.

This is a bad idea. Maybe the worst. But I don’t have to be told twice. I’m damn near about to spill in my pants.

Quickly, I rip my shirt off, not undoing the buttons but instead pulling it over my head in a rush, and then shove my pants and underwear down my thighs, freeing my leaking cock. I dive for the end table, opening a drawer to grab a condom. I give myself a rough stroke before donning the latex, and then I lean over Luna, one arm on the couch cushion beneath her and one at the base of my dick.

“Tell me you want this. Want me. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” she moans.

It’s not what I asked, but it’s enough because I’ve reached the end of my control. I enter her in one thrust, and her pussy envelops me so well that I nearly come right then. But I won’t be a one-pump chump, not now, not ever. So I fight my orgasm back, doing what I asked her to do and hold on longer for it to be better.

Luna’s back arches as she wraps her hands around my upper arms, her fingernails digging into the backs of my triceps. Her walls flutter again, and I want to help her ride out what seems to be another smaller orgasm.

I stroke into her powerfully. “That’s it. Come on my cock, baby.”

“I am. I am, Carter.”

“Shit,” I hiss. Any remaining thread of control I had snaps instantly when she says my name, and I fuck Luna. I fuck her harder and more thoroughly than I should. There’s no gentle kindness now, no sweet touches. It’s rough and hard as I take her body, and she gives it all to me.

“Are you gonna come for me too? Fill me up?” There’s a sparkle in her eye as she says the phrase she called gross before. I get it. Sometimes, the dirtiest things are the sexiest in the moment, and I suspected she liked it before, despite her protest.

“Fuck yeah, I’m gonna fill you up until you can’t hold it all and it leaks down your leg, marking you as mine.” I emphasize the words by harshly gripping her inner thigh, right beside where I’m entering her. I’m going to do no such thing. When I spill, it’ll be in the condom, but the idea of painting her walls with my cum is an image I can’t withstand, and I slip off the edge.

I grunt, rutting into Luna as she fucks me back. Her nails dig into my skin, holding on for dear life as our cries become a chorus. I come hard as her pussy squeezes me just right.

When I sag over her, leaning against the back of the couch, I see that her glasses have gone crooked. I straighten them gently. “You look amazing in these. Don’t let anyone ever tell you differently.”

I smile goofily, enjoying the awestruck look on her face. Her eyes are vacant, dazed as she’s in the afterglow.

“That was . . . wow.”

Pride builds up in my chest.

“I didn’t think people could do it like that . . . on their first time.”

CHAPTER

EIGHTEEN

LUNA

Silence reigns for a beat as Carter gawks at me. “Their . . . what?” he snaps.

His utterance brings me back to Earth from the foggy pink haze of bliss I’m floating in. I blink and meet his gaze. He looks horror-stricken and terrified.

“You mean people’s first time together, right?” he asks. “Not first-first time. Like you weren’t a virgin. For fuck’s sake, tell me you weren’t a virgin.”

He sounds a little hysterical. Offended, I feel my inner Alphena rising up. “Virginity is the patriarchy’s attempt to control women’s actions through shame. And if you’re talking about loss of the hymen, I’ve had periods for over a decade and used plenty of toys.”

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