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Luna’s hips immediately buck, rolling with jerky little urgency as I begin to swirl my tongue around her clit.
My mouth is hungry.
Oh god, she tastes so good.
I listen carefully for her sleepy little moans and grunts, applying gentle, steady pressure where she whimpers the loudest.
I want to keep doing this forever, bent over her like this with my nose in her pussy and my tongue on her clit.
When she comes it’s like heaven, slick wetness pumping out of her just like the night I impregnated her, except this time it’s all over my face and chin and I lick every drop carefully up.
For a moment I think she’ll wake up, but she doesn’t, just grinds on my face and shakes her head back and forth, the most delectable little moans spilling from her mouth.
When I think she’s back to sleep, I aim my throbbing cock carefully at her mouth. It’s open just a few inches, and I’m too big to go in very far, but I get just the tip, and as soon as those plush lips touch my skin, I’m pumping cum into her mouth.
She’s so sound asleep it’s dribbling out her mouth instead of going down that precious throat, so I turn her head and gently massage her, watching the cum disappear drop by drop down past her pink tongue.
Then I bend to give her a kiss goodnight and
Holy fuck.
In my feral lust,I’ve cut too much motherfucking hair off.
There’s literally a chunk missing beside her face.
Oh god-fucking damn it.
The idea that she might be angry at me means I’m seized with that reptilian panic that resides at the base of my skull and compromises pretty much the entirety of my morals.
Now I have to hope I can fix it or she doesn’t notice before it ruins all my carefully-laid plans!
CHAPTER 10
Luna
Once we were in Quebec for the next concert, I was determined to turn Luke’s attention to someone else.
What had happened a few nights ago was an obscene abnormality and was not going to happen again.
Nothing had changed between us.
I glanced over at him as he did sound prep at the Théâtre Corona in Montreal, a vintage movie theater with an old-fashioned red velvet interior.
Luke looked the same as he always had. Those fucking knockout blue eyes, perfectly sculpted cheekbones, even a hint of stubble on his cheeks, that natural golden blonde hair falling into his face as he brushed it back with strong tanned fingers.
He was grinning at Ignatius as the Business Manager attempted to teach him some French phrases to show the crowd how appreciative he was.
The way he looked with those French words in my mouth gave me a good idea.
“Are you OK doing some fan meet and greets after the show?” I asked slyly.
“I’ll do whatever you want,” Luke said. “Bring whoever you want in. If you agree to rest afterward. You’re doing a lot to help me and you don’t need to.”
“If you’ll do whatever I want, will you give up this idea of us being together?” I asked.
He smiled at me.
“I’m afraid that’s the one thing I cannot do. You need what I can do to your body, baby girl.”
