Page 31 of Masked Instincts

“Jax, no,” she cries. “Don’t.” I use one hand to pull the tie of her robe. It falls loose, and the fabric spills open. Her breasts fall free, and I run my palm up her belly and between her breasts. Her nipples harden from the feel of my touch.

Luna shakes her head, but then she’s arching her back and pushing into me.

“Baby, you always tell me no, but then you beg for it,” I coo. Her lips fall into a thin line, and she ignores me.

I palm her breast, feeling the point of her nipple poke my hand. I caress my fingers over the mound in small strokes, getting her used to the touch before I pinch. She squeals at the sudden pain, her spine straightening as a small whimper escapes her pretty pink lips. Leaning forward, I kiss along her chest and down to her breast. Luna arches further into me, and with each small noise from her, my dick grows harder. I bite her nipple, hard, and a small amount of blood pools at the top. I lick it off in slow strokes.

“No,” she whispers.

I slide my hand down between her legs, and my finger slides through with ease. “You claim how much you don’t want this, my moon, but your pussy is making you out to be a liar. It’s dripping, and I’ve barely had my hands on you, baby.”

“If I give in, then everything I said will be erased. I’ve been thinking about you coming back to me for months. Waiting and praying that you’d show up and show me what it was we’ve been missing,” Luna declares.

She grabs hold of my arms, pushing her nails into my skin to create crescent moons. The pain only heightens my needs and wants. I push my hips into her, and she meets me back with hers. Luna is a wild force. I’ve inserted myself into her. I genuinely have altered her. She’s aged since I last saw her, but she’s still just as beautiful. If not more.

“How’s school going, baby?” I ponder as my hands continue to feel every inch of her. I want to know how she has been these last months.

“Not good,” she responds as she moves her hands down to the waist of my jeans and toys with my zipper.

“Why not? You failing?” Luna continues to work at my pants, pushing them down my hips. They fall to my ankles, and I step out of them. I’m going to let her have this control. Just this once.

“Almost.” She pulls my boxers down in pursuit, and I step out of those as well. Her hands are placed on my thighs, and I know she sees the weight lost in them. “Jax, you have to get your weight back. You aren’t healthy.”

She’s worried about my weight, but does she see the bags under my eyes? How dark they are from the lack of nutrients and sleep? The lack of self-care that I have given myself.

“One problem at a time, moon,” I drone. “You have to get your grades up. You’re going to be something,” I kiss her lips between words. “You’re going to be great.” I kiss her again, and she melts in my hold. Her fingers move along my thighs, caressing, before she reaches the base of my dick and begins to jerk the length. Precum spills from the tip, but it’s not enough. “Spit on your hand, baby,” I command. And she does. My hips move on their own accord as I thrust into her hand. “Close your hand a little tighter. Yeah, just like that. Perfect. Such a good girl, always listening to me.” Praise continues to fall from my lips as I thrust. She moans, but the best part is I’m not touching her at all.

My head rests on her shoulder, and I groan into her ear.

She likes pleasing me. Hearing her moan at the thought makes me nearly cum in her hand.

I hook one arm under one of her legs and lift it as high as possible. With my free hand, I slide it down to move her away and grab my dick. Pushing my hips forward, I rub the tip along her slits, and her knee threatens to give away each time the tip strokes her clit. When I sink into her, a guttural groan escapes me. She feels so fucking good. This is what I have been missing. Feeling her around me, right where she belongs.

There isn’t anywhere else I’d rather be.

I lift her other leg, pinning her to the wall as I slam into her. Our skin slapping echoes, and the release quickly builds in my balls. It’s been too fucking long, and I’m ready to bust in two seconds. Each moan that passes through her lips doesn’t help in the slightest. The way she digs into my shoulders and pulls at my hair has me closing my eyes to picture stitching up wounds on my mom or my father beating me. I don’t want this to end when it’s barely begun.

“You feel like home. Right where I belong,” I say in a hushed, husky tone. My words make her even louder. She loves it when I speak to her this way, when I whisper filthy words into her ear.

“Jax, no one fucks me like you do,” she gasps. Her tits are bouncing beneath the robe with each ruthless thrust.

“That’s right, baby. That’s why you closed your eyes and saw me with that boy of yours. Tell me, was it worth it?” With my words, I slam harder. Each word brings out an anger when I picture her beneath him.

No one will ever fucking have her. I’m here to stay; if I dare to leave, I’ll take her with me this time.

“N-no, it w-wasn’t,” she stutters, and her grip tightens in my hair. Pain wraps around my skull from the pressure of her pull, but it feels fucking amazing.

Luna’s pussy tightens around me, and her body goes limp as the orgasm shakes her. I continue thrusting into her with all of the rage still lingering inside of me. Thrusts become sloppy before I’m spilling into her. My movements slow until I have nothing else to give. I drop her legs and catch her before she falls. And when her feet are planted on the ground with her face buried in my chest, her body shakes up and down as she falls into tears.

eighteen

JAX

It was like she cried for a lifetime. Never stopped. Not even for a breath. Choking on tears, snot, and the lack of breath she was taking in. I sat there, holding her, because what else could I do?

She’s settled now. The whites of her eyes are a shade of red, making the blue of her irises pop more bright. There’s a flush across her cheeks, and she’s holding her purple robe close to her body as if she were afraid it’d fall away.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles.