Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 241
Estimated words: 236417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1182(@200wpm)___ 946(@250wpm)___ 788(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1182(@200wpm)___ 946(@250wpm)___ 788(@300wpm)
It feels like a tightrope. Think I’m nimble enough to walk it.
I tell her, “Whether you took it off or left it on, that prick was gonna try to be up your ass about it no matter what. Try being the key word ‘cause I won’t let him in your ass.”
She peeks over her shoulder at me. Her smile rises. “It’s a very sacred place.”
“Only the worthiest allowed to enter.” I give her a once-over, and one of my hands leaves her hair to touch the softness of her ass.
“You,” she says, her breath caged in arousal. “You are the worthiest one, Donnelly.”
My cock twitches, and as she instinctively arches her ass into me, I clutch her waist and spin her around to face me. “Let me wash the shampoo outta your hair.” I clear my throat a little.
She nods and crosses her ankles. Her thighs are glued together, and I’m staring at her beautiful naked form and perked nipples while she leans her head back and closes her eyes. Water cascades into her hair and trickles down her soft skin. I wash out the soap suds, sliding my fingers through her light brown strands.
“Do you know if I’ve ever had anal sex?” Luna asks quietly, and I hear her over the water gurgling into the drain.
“No, I don’t know,” I say, my muscles flexed. I’m hot and bothered talking about her ass and sex, but I want in her pussy more than anything. “You didn’t with me.”
Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes open onto me. “I don’t plan to ask Charlie about it.”
I smile down at her, finding her arousal cute. “Why not?”
“I doubt he’ll have the answer since the diary mostly revolves around my time wishing I could be with you.”
I didn’t expect that response. My chest rises in a deeper breath. I cup her cheek and kiss her. Not thinking about how it’ll be harder to pull away. Not thinking about anything other than the need. The need to be as physically attached to Luna Hale as I am emotionally strung to this girl, and I deepen the sensual kiss and push her up against the wall.
She moans against my lips. “Donnelly. I need…”
“I know,” I breathe, my forehead against hers while her hands glide down my waist. Warm water pelts us and rolls down our bodies. Her palms descend to my cock, and to distract myself from lifting her legs around me, I ask, “What’d you drink exactly?”
“Elderflower. It’s poisonous to my species,” she whispers. We’ve been roleplaying most of the night, and she said she drank something to where she needs human touch for 24-hours to survive. Skin-to-skin contact. If I stop touching her, she dies.
It’s why we’re showering together.
I’m attracted to Luna alone, but add in these weird scenarios, and she might as well be smothered in pheromones that I can’t escape. I’m starving for her.
“You’re so hard,” she whimpers, squirming against the wall. She’s staring at my cock and flexed muscles, and as she squeezes me with too light of force, I hold her head to the tile.
And I whisper against her ear, “I’m the only one who can keep you alive, yeah?”
She moans out an uh-huh.
“You’re dreaming about my cock, aren’t you?”
Luna struggles to jerk me off, hypnotized by my words, by the way I thread my leg between her thighs and break them apart.
“You want me buried inside you?” I cling to her pleasured gaze, and those eyes—her eyes—might as well be fisting me with hotter friction than what her hand is creating. “You want to feel every inch of me in your tight, wet pussy so you can survive the night?” My lips brush her ear. “You want me to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before?”
“Without restraint,” she murmurs. “Fuck me without restraint.”
I want that too. But lately, all I am is restrained. I kiss the nape of her neck, then dip my hand between her thighs. She’s so easily aroused, just like before her amnesia. Luna is already soaked. The instant I thumb her clit, she arches her hips into me and cries out my name.
I keep talking to her. “You want me to come inside you? Make you mine?” She’s nodding into another moan. “You want me to rock so deep and hard and rough? That no one but me will ever feel your pussy again?”
“Please,” she begs.
I put one finger inside Luna, and she pulsates around it. Her orgasm ripples out of her, and pre-cum coats the tip of my dick.
“Please, please.” She’s still begging.
Fuck. Me.
I can’t. I can’t. My body says fuck yes, fuck her. Big brain is still not there. I just kiss her, hoping this is enough for both of us. Our passionate make-out morphs into Luna dropping to her knees.
Not the first time this has happened. We’ve been going down on each other in the steam when we find ourselves in the shower together. Been having fun. Tonight is different though. It feels like a limit.