Dante smiles like he’s reading my thoughts and takes his hand, wrapping it around his cock, and he gives it one long thrust, swiping the bead of precum all over the head of his cock. “I want you to use me tonight. Take whatever you want from me, angel. I’ll take whatever you give me, and I won’t ask for more.” He lets go of his cock, and I watch it spring back into place.
My eyes slide from his cock to his eyes, and unspoken words lie in his stare.
You’re safe with me. You’re wanted. You’re desired.
I sit up on the edge of my bed, standing in front of Dante. “Lie down,” I command, and he nods. He climbs onto my bed and lies on his back. He lifts his head, putting his arms behind his head for support as he waits for me.
I’ve never been on top whenever I’ve had sex. The girlsat Dollies said it was the best position because it makes you feel powerful, but any time I had sex with a John, it was always under them or against a wall. Even before Greg became abusive, he never let me dowhateverI wanted. It was always when and wherever he wanted.
I lock eyes with Dante and begin a slow crawl onto my bed, in between his legs, and reach up, never breaking eye contact, grabbing his cock. Dante hisses, and I smile. I start pumping my hand, and the only thought I have is that I was right: it doesn’t fit around him.
I lean forward, finding the base of his cock, and I stick my tongue out, giving him a lick. Dante’s mouth hangs open as he watches me. His chest rises and falls rapidly as I lick my way from base to the tip, until I put him entirely into my mouth.
Dante’s head falls back, and he moans, thrusting into my mouth. My lips stretch over his shaft, and my eyes start to water as I choke on his cock. I use my hand to pump what doesn’t fit into my mouth, and it pulls another breathy moan from him. I work simultaneously, pumping my hand and working my tongue up and down, feeling my pussy getting wetter by the second. I give him one last suck, popping his cock out of my mouth with aPOP! I smile and continue to crawl up him until I’m seated directly over him, and we are face-to-face.
Dante treads his fingers through my hair, pulling me into a kiss. “That naughty mouth of yours nearly made me come.”
His words pull me back to reality for a second, “Do you have protection? I’m not on the pill, and I don’t have any condoms.”
Dante chuckles. “You don’t need to worry about that with me. I had a vasectomy ten years ago, and I get check-ups every three months. I haven’t had one swimmer in ten years.” I sit back slightly to take it all in. My pussy slides against his cock, and I start to move my hips, sliding up and down, teasing both of us as I think it through. I place my hands against his chest. “Do you trust me?” Dante asks, and our eyes meet.
You’re safe with me. You’re wanted. You’re desired.
I slide up one last time, and the tip of Dante’s cock slipsin my pussy. I pause, making sure I have his full attention, as his eyes bore into me. “Yes,” I say, holding his gaze and bottoming out to the base of his cock. We both moan loudly, and I take a second to adjust to his size. I swallow hard and start to move, slowly rocking back and forth until it no longer hurts.
“Fuck, angel, you’re so fucking tight.” Dante reaches out, grabbing my hips. I pick up my pace, catching my rhythm, and Dante throws his head back. “Fuck, baby, I—you’re sofucking tight. You feel so fucking good on top of me. Your perfect tits, bouncing just for me. Your flushed complexion from how good my cock makes you feel.” His hand leaves my hip, and he cups my breast in his hand. “You’re so fucking soft.Everywhere.Fuck, Luna, I can’t hold on, I'm gonna—fuck,” Dante growls and bucks against me as he grips my hips, thrusting into me faster and harder until I cry out, extracting another orgasm from me before I feel him fill me up.
Dante grabs my neck and flips us over, pinning me underneath him. He gives one last thrust, making both of us hum in bliss before he pulls out of me. I’m completely boneless after being fucked so thoroughly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come so quickly—”
I silence his apology with a kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had. No apology needed.”
Dante smiles, cupping my face, kissing me back this time. “I like being my own competition.” I melt into him as he pulls me in for another kiss. The rest of the night is a blur of lips, teeth, and stolen kisses under the sheets until my eyes grow heavy. “Go to sleep, my angel. I’ll be here when you wake up. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”
“Good,” I say, half asleep, “I like you, Dante. Don’t make me regret it.” My eyes drift close, and the world around me blissfully fades away.
Dante
Ijerk awake, my eyes adjusting to the dark room. I’m filled with mild panic when I don't recognize it at first, but soft breathing catches my attention. I look down and find Luna sleeping peacefully in my arms. Her arm is draped over my chest, and her body is wrapped in her burgundy sheets, looking like a Venetian sculpture.
I check my watch; it’s early morning. I rub my eyes and slowly slip out of Luna’s grasp and head to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and turn on the sink. I splash cold water on my face, and when I’m still in Luna’s bathroom, I finally realize that last night was real. It wasn’t my overactive imagination this time.
I’m really in her apartment, and wereally—Holy shit. I think I blacked out at some point from pure joy, but I remember most of it. I stare at myself in the mirror as I come to a scary realization.
Luna will run when she finds out the truth. She’s disappeared in the past, wiping her old life from existence just to get away from her ex, only to find me.
Luna is everything I don’t deserve.
I’m darkness and toxic, while she’s the fucking sun personified, and yet I can’t wait to bathe in her light. Her smile warms my dead soul, and she makes mefeel. I want to be worthy of this life with her, but I know she’ll run scared if she finds out on her own, and I can’t let her leave me. Not now, not when she’s in danger.
Alex told me to give him two weeks, which provides me with the perfect window to tell Luna everything without putting her in danger. I’m hopeful Alex can find who put out the hit, and I canremovethem discreetly before I reveal myself to her, but Luna deserves to know that I’m entirely devoted toher and would kill anyone who dares to dim her light.
I open the bathroom door and quietly scour the bedroom floor for my pants. I find them at the end of the bed on the floor and search the pockets for my phone, find it, and quickly leave the room. I turn on my phone once I’m in the living room and open VidTok.
I left a comment about us meeting up in my new video, and both of our communities exploded overnight. My inbox is filled with women begging me to be their Liam Moore, asking to be fucked in the cosplay, but the only message I’m concerned with is Luna’s. She hasn’t replied after I mentioned meeting up. I, of course, listened in on her conversation with Olivia and know she’s willing to meet Wolfy because she’s devoted to her fans, but Ineedher to say yes.
I will reveal everything on that night, two weeks from now, even if Alex comes up with nothing; she deserves to know everything. I care too much about her to keep this secret any longer.
A slight whine from her bedroom pulls me from my thoughts, and I peek into her room to find Luna still sleeping, but her face is twisted like she’s going to cry. I quietly slip back into her bed and shush her, kissing her brow softly. “Shh, my angel. You’re dreaming, everything is okay, you’re okay.” I whisper against her brow as I watch her expression soften. Luna shifts onto her side and falls back into a deep sleep. Her naked back is to me, and I can’t stop myself from reaching out and lightly tracing my fingers across it, making note of every single freckle.
