Page 8 of Sarge's Downfall


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“Yeah. I should have done something about it back then, I know . . .” I glance up into Luna’s green eyes.

She’s blown away by what I’ve admitted, but I wish she wasn’t. I really did like her back in the day, and I should have pursued her, but I didn’t. I really wish I would have. My mom’s always told me things happen for a reason, so maybe this is why. Maybe the reason is right now.

“Fuck it.” I reach across the bar and grab onto Luna’s neck, slightly pulling her toward me. If she wants to back away, I’ll give her that option, but I hope she doesn’t. All I want is for her to want this too.

I bring my lips up against hers delicately, feeling her out. Once I realize she wants this as badly as I do, our kiss goes feverish. She tastes like the Jack mixed in with the Coke, sweet yet strong. It suits her personality too.

She places a hand on my forearm, giving it an encouraging squeeze, and I pull her closer to me. She darts her tongue past my lips, and our tongues quickly turn into two crashing waves. God, this is years’ worth of pent-up sexual energy.

I move my hand and then tuck my arms underneath Luna’s, pulling her up onto the bar. As I’m yanking her down, she accidentally kicks me with one of her cowboy boots, and we both share a good laugh. It kind of feels like we’re two kids who don’t know what the fuck we’re doing right now.

I get her ass on my side of the bar top and take a good hard look at her. Her Bordeaux hair looks perfectly done, falling on both sides of her face. It’s not too short to label it a Karen cut, but it isn’t overly long, either. It’s just enough for me to wrap my hands up in. Mmm, God, the thought of that.

I crush my lips back onto her and run my fingertips over her delicate white dress. It’s something you’d imagine a woman from the country would wear. White, with long loose sleeves, yet it’s form-fitting around her stomach and fans out below the part where it cinches up. She’s wearing a couple of layered long gold necklaces too.

I snake a hand around her back, feeling nothing but her bare skin. Luna slithers her hand up the back of my neck and kisses me intensely, harder than she has been. I kiss her with feverish intent, knowing damn well I want more than this.

Still, I’ll let her make the first move.

We stay here making out for I don’t even know how long before she releases me and begins pulling the front of her dress down. Luna yanks her arms out of her sleeves and reveals her perfectly taut, well—rounded breasts. They’re as alabaster as she is, but her nipples are a perfect rosy pink.

I dive down to greet them with my mouth. I suckle one, gnawing it between my teeth before I twist the other between my fingers.

Luna wraps her arms around my head and moans, “Oh, fuck. Just like that.”

There’s nothing I love more than hearing a woman enjoying what I’m doing to them.

I suck hard and release her breast with a pop, then go to the alternate one. She’s yanking at my t-shirt, and after a few hard tugs, I finally look up at her.

“I want you, Brennon. I need you, now.” There’s a desperate plea in her voice. One I can’t deny.

I tear myself away from her breasts, and while I do, Luna slides out of her dress. It falls into a pile on the floor, and she’s in front of me in just a pair of lace panties. I peel off my shirt and unbuckle my belt, sliding my jeans off in record time.

“Do you have a condom?” Luna’s question makes me realize I didn’t bring any. I had no intention of getting my dick wet while I was out here.

I shake my head. “No, I’m sorry. If you don’t want to, we don’t—”

“Fuck that. I haven’t waited this long for nothing. Are you clean?”

I nod. “Yeah. I’m good. Are you on birth control?”

“Yes, I have the implant.” Luna grabs my hand and runs it along her forearm, where I feel something the size of a toothpick under her skin.

“Okay, good.”

“Yeah, very good.” Luna licks her lips again but surprises me as she dips her hand down and grabs onto my cock. He’s already hard, aching for her. I don’t want her to play with him too much, so I pull her hand away and tug on her panties. I pull them all the way down until I get them off one leg, and they’re hanging on her other foot.

Luna scoots to the edge of the bar and spreads her legs while I place a hand on the small of her back. I think she’s been waiting for this moment for as long as I have.

I line my cock up at her entrance and slowly force myself inside her. She’s soaking wet, and I wonder if she’s been working herself up all day. It sure as fuck feels like it.

I rock in and out of her tight pussy, and she wraps an arm around my neck. “Goddamn, Brennon,” she moans as I tilt my hips upward slightly. I know exactly what I’m doing, and I want her to feel the best she can right now.

“I’m going to make you come for me until you can’t come anymore,” I whisper in her ear. She might think I’m kidding, but I’m not.

I grab onto one of her legs and pull it out wider, then bend her knee so she’s wrapping it tightly against my back. I begin slamming myself in and out of her. I’m fucking her so hard that we can hear my balls slapping against her wetness. “Fuck, Brennon. Yes, just like that. Just like that!” I’ve never been more thankful we’re in the basement. Luckily, my family sleeps all the way up on the second story.

“Yes, keep gettin’ wetter for me, baby,” I hiss in her ear. Her walls are tightening around me, yet she’s getting wetter and wetter. God damn, fucking Luna is like fucking a porn star and a virgin at the same time.

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