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So fucking sensitive.
I bet I could get her off just from nipple play alone. I'm sure as fuck going to try. Not right now, though. Right now, I want to, no, need to, see her face as she comes, to feel her unravel around my fingers.
Releasing her nipple with a pop, I shove her backwards just enough to yank her top all the way off. Her leggings are harder to shed, too tight and not enough room for her to wriggle out of them. Frustrated and impatient, I grasp the seam between my fingers and pull.
Luna gasps and squeals my name as the fabric rips. “Jackson! Those were-fuck.” Her protests trail off in a stuttered moan, pretty blue eyes rolling to the back of her head as I slip my hand inside her panties.
“What was that?” I taunt, grazing my teeth against her jaw at the same time I graze her clit lightly.
Her reply comes out as a choked gasp. “Nothing.”
“No?” Wetness soaks my fingers as I pinch her clit, her body spasming and writhing on top of me. “Could've sworn you said something.”
“Nope,” she gasps. “Fuck, keep doing that.”
Smirking against her neck, I give Luna no warning before ripping her panties off too and spearing her quickly with two thick fingers, instantly welcomed by dripping, warm heat. Desperate cries leave swollen lips as her pussy clamps around me, her hips resuming their erratic grinding. Nails biting into my biceps, her head drops to my shoulder, her breath hot and ragged against my skin.
“Good girl,” I rasp, smashing the heel of my palm against her clit. “Ride my fingers, sweetheart.”
She does as I say, bucking wildly against me, using me for her pleasure. I drive my fingers upwards, scissoring them inside of her until her entire body is shaking. Her wanton cries are like music to my ears, a particularly loud one almost deafening me when I slide a third finger inside her and she goesferal, coming violently and soaking my hand.
I don't stop. I couldn't stop if I wanted to because my hand is doing that thing it does, disconnecting and gaining a mind of their own, except this is so much fucking better than mindless sketching. My sole goal is bringing Luna pleasure, and it doesn’t take long to achieve that again, her second orgasm just as violent and dizzying as the first. She takes longer to recover this time, body twitching, head lolling, yet hips still rolling as she fucks herself slowly.
“I want more,” she whines breathlessly, pleadingly, her hand purposefully grazing the front of my jeans and making my head swim.
My movements grind to a halt.
I take a good look at my girl, and God, is she a sight. Flushed cheeks, lips puffy and abused, blue eyes hooded but bright. Nipples puffy and tender, wetness coating the apex of her thighs, body marked red from my hands and teeth. A literal wet dream spread open and begging in my lap.
Actual perfection that I reject again. “I'm not having sex with you for the first time in a car.”
“Aw,” she croons breathily, hips still grinding and trying to coax me into moving, “you want it to be special?”
Kissing my teeth at her attitude, I yank her face forward at the same time I drive three fingers further inside her. “There's not enough room for me to fuck you properly in here.”
Her eyes roll to the back of her head, her pussy squeezing with a vice-like grip as I work her slowly. She's so fucking wet and sensitive, it doesn't take long to get her where I want her. The moment I feel her climbing towards her peak, I still.
I pull out of her slowly, smirking when I feel her clamping in an effort to keep me inside her, and bring my fingers to my mouth, taking my sweet time licking the glistening wetness off my fingers as she watches.
So fucking good.
Shifting my grip to her chin, I thumb that bee-stung bottom lip. “I don't want you here. I want you naked in my bed, wet and begging for me all night long. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to move without thinking of me for days. I wanna ruin you, Luna, and I can't do that here.”
* * *
She goes frighteningly still.
Her jaw drops as she gapes at me, and I momentarily wonder if I've gone too far. I start to apologize, silently cursing myself for getting carried away, but I'm cut off with a searing kiss. Suddenly, it's my turn to fucking melt.
Her kiss is more frantic than it was a moment ago, more urgent. She pulls apart from me just long enough to hurriedly yank my shirt over my head, dainty fingers grazing my skin and igniting a fire wherever they touch. Her gaze is scorching as she rakes it over my torso, and I silently thank Coach Kelly for all those obligatory workout sessions.
Luna’s tongue and hands wander in tandem, the latter toying with the zip of my jeans. It takes a monumental amount of self control to grab her wrist and stop her. A little self preservation too because I'm so fucking hard that I have a feeling one brush of her fingers will be enough to have coming. God, onelookfrom her would probably be enough at this point. “What're you doing?”
She sits back on my thighs, giving me a perfect fucking view of her naked body, a combination of mischief and want glittering in her eyes. “Trust me?”
Slowly, skeptically, a little because I'm intrigued and a lot because I'm a weak man around her, I release her. I let her unzip my jeans, flexing my hips so she can drag them down enough to reveal the tent in my boxers, the fabric so strained I'm convinced it’s about to rip.
Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, Luna scoots forward and lowers herself down, rolling her hips against mine and drawing a groan out of me. The only thing between us is the thin material of my boxers, and that might as well be nothing. I feel every bit of her wet warmth, her clit pulsing as she drags it along my cock. Her breath hitches as she repeats her movements, harder and closer this time.
