4. Luna
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LUNA
My heart nearly skips a beat as Brent drops his pants. I knew this was where this was all headed, but I guess part of me didn’t really think it was going to actually happen. From the moment Brent took my hand, I felt as though I was just being swept away by him and my whole life was in his hands.
I can feel my pulse pounding in my skull. My whole body is hot and tense. I know I’m definitely blushing, but I don’t care if he sees.
He stands with such power and commands such respect. I’ve never been in the presence of anyone like that before–aside from my father. But I certainly won’t be repeating that to Brent so he can tease me about having daddy issues again later.
I feel a shiver up my spine as he drinks my body in with his eyes. He drags them up every inch of my physique from my toes to my breasts without even being shy about it like most guys would be. And then he reaches into his black boxer-briefs, and without hesitating, pulls out his manhood.
I can’t help myself from gasping at what I see. I may not be the most experienced girl in the world when it comes to men–okay, I may have barely any experience at all, and that experience is just limited to one night after watching Titanic on Netflix with my high school boyfriend Jessie–but I know enough to know that Brent’s cock is abnormally large. I mean, enormous. I bet it would equal the length of my forearm and be about as thick as my wrist.
“Holy shit, what is that?” I ask, almost in horror. Brent laughs back.
“What? You’ve never seen a dick before, Luna?” I guess I don’t answer quickly enough for him, because he starts to cover himself as he gives me a strange look. “Wait, you’re not like sixteen and look really grown up for your age, right?”
I instantly crack up and wave my hands non-threateningly.
“No, no, I’m legal, tiger. Turned nineteen two months ago.”
“Phew.” He smiles, wiping his brow comedically.
“I guess you could say I’m just…I haven’t been around that much.” Brent’s eyes light up, and he nods, intrigued.
“Is that right?”
I point down to the monster in his hand. “And that is also not normal. And you know it, I don’t care what you say.”
Smiling, Brent inches closer, tugging his briefs lower, giving me a better view of his enormous, swollen arousal. Seeing it this close has me growing hotter and hotter. I can feel goosebumps spring from my skin as he reaches out to touch me, first on the shoulder and then gently tracing a line down my left arm to my wrist.
“You have such soft skin,” he muses, almost to himself. Then, before I can react, he pops the top button on my blouse.
I’m wearing a bra, but if I wasn’t, my breasts would be spilling out. And right now, I kind of wish I’d had to do laundry this morning.
“Haven’t been around much, eh?” he asks. “Well, do you know what to do with this?”
Gently, he takes my hand and places it on his cock. I can barely even get my fingers around his monstrous girth. It’s like a big slab of thick, hot, strong, muscled meat, pulsing with blood, growing harder and harder every second as I hold it.
I look up at him, and my answer must be written all over my face.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll show you just what you need to do to get that special cream.”
My heart skips a beat, and the next thing I know I’m on my knees in front of him with his fingers threaded through my hair.
I take a deep breath, inhaling his masculine energy deep into my lungs. He wears no cologne, but he doesn’t need to. I actually like that he doesn’t. Something about him just makes him not that kind of guy in my eyes. Maybe it’s the fact that he works a farm.
And then it happens…
The thick head of his cock forces its way through my lips and into my mouth. It slides onto my tongue, and I already feel myself starting to panic at its size and wanting to pull away. But Brent’s voice reassures me.
“That’s it,” he groans, clearly loving whatever it is I’m doing. Which isn’t much yet. “Just breathe. You can do it.”
I look up at him as he starts unbuttoning his shirt and feel my lust for him exploding like a rocket on its way to space. He pushes deeper, and I open wider, doing my best to loosen the muscles in my throat so I can accept more of his length. But right then, there’s a knock on the door.
Instantly, I’m on my feet, reaching for my phone.
Brent does an Olympic-quality spin maneuver over the desk and plants himself in his chair just as Claire comes barging in like she owns the place and this is her office or something.
Jesus Christ, I’m going to have a heart attack.
“Claire, what have I told you about knocking?” Brent grumbles. “What if I was sleeping in here?”
“I’m sorry, Brent, but I just had to remind you that the health and safety inspectors are going to be here soon,” she says, setting down some documents in front of him, along with a tablet.
Brent looks up from some things in front of him, doing a great job of acting as though he was just right in the middle of something. I continue to pretend like I’m in the middle of reading a very important business e-mail on my phone. In reality, I’m just trying not to have a panic attack.
“Thanks for reminding me, Claire. Tell them I’ll be with them in twenty minutes max. Ms. Fairley and I are just working out a few things with her purchase orders.”
“I’ll let them know.” Claire smiles. I feel like I catch her giving me a glance on her way out the door, but that may just be my paranoia from nearly being caught with her boss’s dick in my mouth.
“Sheesh!” I sigh loudly once I hear the outside door close. “That was close.”
“No matter how many times I tell her to knock, that girl will never learn.” Brent shakes his head. He stands, and I’m shocked to see his arousal hasn’t gone down even the slightest. He really is all man.
I swell with pride, knowing that I’m the one responsible for that. I’m the object of his lust. I can’t deny my head is spinning as he comes around the desk to me.
“Do you…need to go?” I ask hesitantly. “I don’t want to interrupt your schedule.”
“No,” he responds immediately. “They’ll wait for me. We were in the middle of something, weren’t we?”
I feel the edges of my mouth twist up into a smile as he forces me back down onto my knees before him. Everything society has taught me is telling me not to let him just treat me like an object like this, but every womanly instinct inside of me is fangirling and screaming, “More, more, more!” as I open my mouth as wide as I can.
Again I take him into my mouth, and again I feel as though taking all of him is an impossible task. But again he reassures me and tells me to breathe as he guides me firmly but gently with his rugged, callused hands.
I can feel every vein in his rock-hard cock as it moves back and forth across my tongue. A deep growl moves up from his core and slips out from his lips. There’s a fluttering tickle between my thighs. I’m overloading with desire for this man, despite a singular thought in the back of my mind telling me what I’m doing is wrong.
But there’s no more time to think. Brent growls and reaches down, cupping my breast with his hand as his manhood swells like it’s about to burst.
“Time for my special cream, Luna,” he says, his voice a lust-filled whisper that dances through my ears like a breeze out of heaven. “Are you ready?”
I can’t speak with my mouth and throat full, so I communicate with a blink up at him that causes a gorgeous smile to cross his handsome face. “Atta girl.”
His fingers tighten in my hair, and he throws his head back as a jet of warm, hot, sweet and salty cream sprays into my mouth, coating my cheeks and tongue. The tickle between my thighs ignites into a scream of desire as I swallow again and again as he continues to spray a warm coating of liquid as though it will never end.
Finally, it slows, and Brent relaxes. I swallow the last of it, and he pulls his cock from my lips and slumps back on his desk, panting heavily as though he’s just finished running a race.
“Not much experience, you say?”
I wipe a drop of his special cream from my lips and swallow. It really is delicious. “What, do you think I’m lying?”
“I sure do.” He smiles.
“I’m not. I swear!” I protest. “I’ve never even…gone all the way.”
Brent’s eyes light up with lust as he does his best to stuff his sex back into his pants. It’s starting to go down now, but I don’t envy him having to walk around with that thing in there.
“Well, you’re quite the find then, aren’t you, Ms. Fairley?” His voice lights me up inside. My body seems intent on taking over and tearing all my clothes off.
“So are you.” I smile. “That cream of yours was definitely special. And please don’t call me Ms. Fairley. Call me Luna.”
“Okay, Luna.” Brent grins, cupping my breast one more time before doing up the button on my blouse. “Regrettably, I have a farm to run and inspectors to appease. But even though I know you are trouble, we will be seeing each other again. See Claire about your purchase orders. She will straighten them out for you.”
And with that, he opens the door to his office and strides out.
Trouble? Did he just say I’m trouble?