And…Jesus. He’s a wall of muscle. Thick, broad shoulders. Carved abs. Huge thighs. Veins tracing his forearms. And thatthing between his legs?—
Oh myGod.
It makes sense I could barely get my lips around him.
Every part of him is tight, masculine, and so mouthwateringly real I can hardly breathe.
“Come here,” he says. “On your knees.”
I scramble toward him, lips parted, body still trembling with aftershocks. When I reach him, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock. Thick. Hot. Heavy.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Now show me how much you want it.”
I look up at him through my lashes, then slowly take him into my mouth.
His groan is deep. Raw. Like something cracking open inside him.
And I know I’m about to wreck him.
“Good. Now get on your back,” he growls, voice thick with need.
I obey instantly, climbing back onto the bed and lying down, still flushed and tingling from his mouth. My legs fall open without him having to ask.
He tears open a foil wrapper—my eyes track the way his biceps flex as he slides the condom on, his cock jutting proudly from his body like he was sculpted to ruin me.
“You ready for me, goddess?” he asks.
“Yes,” I breathe. “God, yes.”
He crawls over me, eyes burning behind the mask, body looming above mine like a stormcloud ready to burst.
He presses the head of his cock to my entrance, rubbing slow, teasing circles over my soaked folds. I moan, arching toward him.
Then he pushes—just the tip—and my breath catches in my throat as he presses in.
He watches me, reading every twitch of my body, my gasps, my parted lips.
“Too much?” he asks, voice ragged.
I shake my head furiously. “No. I want it. I want all of you.”
He pushes deeper, stretching me, claiming me inch by inch. I clutch his forearms, my thighs trembling.
“Fuuuck,” I moan. “You’re so big.”
He groans, holding still to let me adjust, his forehead resting against mine.
“You’re taking me so well, Luna. So fucking perfect.”
I breathe through it, my body pulsing and clenching, and then—oh god—he’s fully inside me.
I cry out, overwhelmed, full in every sense of the word.
“Move,” I whisper. “Please…don’t stop.”
He pulls out halfway, then drives back in with slow, steady force.
My whole body jolts with pleasure.
