Page 45 of Vicious Luna
Sure enough, I catch the movement of her free hand from the corner of my eye as she slyly reaches down to fumble with the jeans bunched around my ankles.
Yeah, I clocked the way she watched me tuck the keys to the cell door in my pocket after I locked it. Her gaze lingered a little too long, which was why I discreetly slipped the keys back out right before I dropped my pants. They’re safely concealed in my fist at my side while my other hand is still buried in her hair, guiding her head up and down over my cock.
I’ll bet she thinks she’s clever. Too bad I saw her sneaky little game from a mile away, and getting my dick wet whileplaying it is just an added bonus. Whatever plan she’s got wouldn’t have worked anyways- even if she did manage to get out of this cell, she’d have the coded lock at the top of the stairs to contend with. Then a house full of hunters who are specially trained to annihilate her species. The girl wouldn’t stand a chance.
In a way, I’m actually protecting her by keeping her locked up. I’m the only thing standing between her and the bloodthirsty soldiers upstairs who still feel they’re owed a pound of flesh for the full moon massacre. I’ve yet to take my own vengeance, but maybe in some twisted way I’m taking it right now. I’ve brought the enemy to her knees. Her mouth is stuffed full of my cock, and I’m using her body to take my own pleasure. I’ve degraded and debased her, threatened her, locked her in a cage… and yet somewhere along the way, my revenge plot took a turn I didn’t see coming. Because it all just makes me question my own beliefs and feel even emptier.
Thisis the only thing that makes me feel alive. Our push and pull, a sadistic game of cat and mouse. Predator and prey.
Luna starts bobbing up and down faster, slurping and sucking and taking me deeper like she’s really getting into it. Feels great, but it’s an obvious distraction tactic. At the same time, her fingers scrabble at the denim of my jeans to find the pocket, searching for the keys to her freedom.
Tightening my grip on her hair, I abruptly yank her head back, her lips releasing my tip with a loud pop as her wide eyes fly up to meet mine. I lift my other hand above her head to dangle the keys right in front of her face tauntingly.
“Nice try,” I deadpan, closing my fist around the keys as I roughly release her hair. Her shiny, swollen lips twist in a scowl, and I grab for her arm instead, tugging her up to stand and crowding into her space.
“Fucking asshole,” she spits, glaring daggers at me as I pull her in closer, my hard-on prodding her hip.
For a second I swear I see a flicker of gold in her irises, but Ican't be sure because at the same time, a stabbing pain lances through my skull. Though I’ve cut back on my drinking, this damn headache persists. I fight back a wince, gritting my teeth as the throbbing in my brain slowly starts to ebb.
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall,” I murmur.
She snorts a laugh, pressing a palm to my chest to try to shove me away. Too bad she can’t move me a fucking inch.
“You really think I’m gonna let you fuck me now?” Luna scoffs.
I lean down, bringing our faces closer until our lips are a whisper apart. “Don't act like you aren’t dripping for it.”
“Ugh!” she huffs, shoving me again, and this time, I let her go.
Taking a step back, I nod to the concrete wall running alongside her cot. “Show me.”
She scrunches her nose, eyes narrowing. “What?”
I wrap a hand around my shaft, stroking it absently as I stare into her eyes. “Go put your hands on the wall, drop your panties, and bend over. Show me how wet you are for this cock, beastie.”
Her lips part on a shallow gasp, a pretty blush rising to her cheeks. As stubborn as she is, though, she can’t deny what she truly wants any more than I can. It seems we’re both slaves to our impulses, hopelessly ensnared in this web of forbidden desire.
I see it in her eyes the moment she decides to give in. They’re still blazing with defiance even as she spins on a heel and struts over to the wall at the end of the cot, holding her head high like she’s the one calling the shots here. In some ways, she is. She might be my prisoner, but she’s no innocent victim. She’s the serpent with the apple, tempting me to take a bite. She enticed me down here with that little show for the camera, and now she’s the one with the power to hit the gas or pump the brakes on whether this goes further.
She hits the gas, shoving her panties down her hips andslapping her hands against the concrete. Bending at the waist, she arches her back and parts her thighs, giving me a perfect view of her pretty pussy from behind. And it’s fuckingglistening.
I chuckle to myself in smug satisfaction as I close the distance between us, still fisting my hard dick. “That’s what I thought,” I murmur as I come up behind her, reaching out to grip her hip with the same hand that’s holding the keys to the cell. Something tells me she’ll enjoy the little bite of pain that comes from the metal digging into her flesh as I fuck her; a bitter reminder of how close her freedom actually is, while still just out of reach. It’s fucking poetic, if you ask me.
Still gripping my thick shaft with my other hand, I guide the head between her slick folds, lubricating the tip with her arousal. “So fucking desperate for cock, aren’t you, Luna?”
She whips her head sideways to shoot me a cutting glare over her shoulder. “Just shut up and put it in me.”
With a hard snap of my hips, I bury myself deep in her perfect cunt, letting out a low groan as her tight heat envelops me. The sound that falls from her own lips is downright pornographic, and I don’t even have a chance to consider taking it easy on her when she uses the wall for leverage and pushes back into me, her greedy pussy swallowing every inch.
Goddamn it’s good.Toogood, because there’s no way in hell I can hold back from taking exactly what I want, gripping her hips and fucking her hard and fast up against the wall. She rocks back to meet every thrust, giving as good as she gets, and each whimper and cry of pleasure is like music to my ears, mingling with my own moans and echoing around us in the hollow space of the cell.
“You fucking like that?” I grit out, slamming into her over and over like a man possessed.
“Fuck yes,” she pants, arching her back and reaching over her head to tug on my hair. “Harder!”
I always fuck from behind like this because it lets memaintain a sense of detachment, but I’ve never wanted to turn someone around so much; to look into my little beastie’s eyes and see every expression cross her face as she takes my cock like only she can.
Keeping a tight grip on her hips, I give it to her harder, faster, until her legs are trembling so much that they start buckling beneath her. I press her tighter into the wall to keep her in place, and before long she’s screaming through a body-shaking orgasm that sets off my own, stars exploding behind my eyelids as I bury myself deep and paint her insides with my cum.