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𝗟𝗨𝗡𝗔 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗥𝗢𝗘 a smart girl with a bright future. Luna was as pure as they come, but not so pure to the point she's neve...
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I was still riding Milo. And I was literally dying. I wanted to cum, so fucking bad. But he told me to hold it - so me being the obedient woman I am, I did.
"Mm..please," I begged - wanting to cum.
He looked up at me with this damn fucking eyes. Fuck, I'm gonna cum just looking at him. "You're so cute when you beg," he whispered, cupping my cheek and running his thumb along the bottom lip.
I whine, "please."
He smirked, tilting his head. "Please what? Please, don't let me cum? Please, fuck me until my legs give out? What do you want, sweetheart."
This asshole.
I hide my face in the crook of his neck, "I hate you."
He chuckles, his hand gripping my waist. "Yeh?" He teased, suddenly landing a slap to my ass. I slightly yelped, a small moan leaving my lips.
His lips grazed my ear, "fuck me like you hate me, then." He whispered, biting my earlobe.
My cheek burned, my breath hitching as butterflies flooded my stomach. And in that moment, I felt my orgasm running throughout my body.
"Mm.." I whine, closing my eyes.
No. Fucking. Way.
Did I really just cum by that?!
"Hmm..?" Milo hummed, feeling my walls tightening around his cock. "Did you just cum?"
I whine, blushing as I tried to hide my face in his neck even more. "S-shut up.." I whispered, embarrassed.
He hums once again before suddenly lifting my hips up, his cock sliding out of me. "You're not very good at listening, my love." He says, lifting my head up.
He looked up at me with those beautiful eyes, my cheeks burning as he gently grabbed my cheeks, bringing my face closer to his.
"I should punish you for that, no?" I stated, putting it into question form knowing damn well it wasn't a question.
"I-it's not my fault. You were saying these dirty things, asshole-" he cut me off, "that mouth of yours.." he whispered, eyes landing on my lips.
Shit.
His eyes met mine again, a small smirk lifting to his lips. "Mine if I put it to better use, sweetheart?" He asked, his lips brushing against mind.
