Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 174544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 698(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 698(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Once my ears stop ringing, I hear our panting breaths and my 80s playlist, and slowly, I begin to slip out. I smile over at her, and her lips instantly rise.
I reach for a hand towel. “You sound pretty alive to me.” I clean off and throw the towel towards the dirty hamper in the corner.
She hops off the counter, her small boobs bouncing. “For now.” She kneels at my feet. Jesus. I look down at Luna while she grips my shaft.
As soon as she licks the side, I harden. Fuck me…again. I rest my elbows back on the counter. “What’d you say you need, two times a day?” I ask.
“Yep, but foreplay doesn’t count.”
I smirk. “I knew I loved your species.”
Her smile morphs into a needy look. “Now?” She licks around my head.
I flex my abs, a breath clenched in my chest. “Yeah, right now.” I reach down and clasp her forearm, pulling her to her feet, and Luna is practically beaming as I grab a bath towel and guide her to her bedroom. “Your door shut?”
“Yeah. I locked it already.”
Sure enough, when we enter her room, her bedroom door is already closed. She pulls me now in the direction of her closet. I follow and throw the bath towel on the white comforter of her bed. I pass Moondragon, the goldfish floating happily in the crystal clear bowl.
Luna’s blinds are shaded with blackout curtains, and I’d think it were night if it weren’t for the early a.m. time on her neon clock.
She kneels and digs through the messy bottom of her closet, tossing out a few masks and pieces of costumes. Spider-Man, a unicorn head, a zombie wolf.
I pick up a blue and gray full face superhero mask. It’s cheaper, the back just a string attaching one side to the other. I pull the mask on, and Luna glances over her shoulder, seeing.
Her smile reaches her eyes. “That one looks good on you.” Quickly, she stands, both of us still naked, and she wears a full head mask from Scream.
Alright.
I’m down.
“You’re the cutest bad girl,” I tease.
“Don’t joke. I could murder you in my sleep.” Her voice is muffled, and she’s by far the least scary Ghostface impersonator I’ve ever seen.
“I like my chances,” I say, then I lift my mask and hers to the top of our heads. Just so I can kiss the hell out of Luna.
I walk her back towards the bed. She still tastes sweet like the Fruit Roll-Ups. Pulse thrumming, my hands glide along her soft cheeks.
She bites my lip, and I nip hers back and breathe, “My little fucking weirdo.” I tug her mask back over her face and scoop her up around the waist.
She laughs, and I throw her on the bed.
Pulling my mask back down too, I’m grinning. After I climb on the mattress, I hoist Luna higher up the bed, until she’s on top of the bath towel.
Unable to see her face, I watch her breathing pattern shallow, and I flip her on her stomach. She turns her head, and I realize she’s looking at the floor length mirror. We’re a little out of the frame of the mirror. I draw her an inch or so down, so she can see me knelt behind her ass.
“You good?” I ask, ensuring she’s alright.
She nods repeatedly and gives me a thumbs-up.
I skate a hand down her spine to her ass, and with this view, I have some ideas for new tattoos. I wonder if she’d be interested in any. Unlike me, she’s mostly bare of ink in this position, whereas I have them scattered nearly everywhere.
After rolling a pillow under her hips, I lean forward and grip the comforter above her head. Her legs are mostly pressed together, and my knees dig into the bed on either side of her frame. This is gonna be a snug fit, and the mere thought of this being even tighter is annihilating my patience. Which I got a lot of.
Very carefully, I push into Luna’s pussy. Her breath shortens. This is a new, deeper position than the other two times we’ve fucked. Thank God she’s this fucking wet. Still, I take her slow at first.
She’s even more swollen—this might not last long for her.
“Have you ever been fucked this good?” I rasp.
She shakes her head and writhes beneath me. The pleasured noises she’s making is a playlist I want on repeat. Please and thank yous. Her legs vibrate, and a deeper groan scratches my esophagus. Fuuucking hell.
“You’ve gotta take me again,” I remind her into a thrust. “Stay with me, Luna.”
She nods into a moan. “DonnellyDonnelly.”
“Last with me.”
Forever. I wish I could make that a real thing.
The mask is hot against my face, but I watch how she’s looking at us in the mirror. Our bodies bare, our faces shielded. My inked biceps are cut as I keep most of my weight off her back and I dig forward. My ass flexes with each thrust, my length lost inside Luna.