Chapter 7 - King
I've lost my fucking mind.
But God, she's more than just a sweet piece. Luna's pussy grips me like it was custom-made for my cock, a perfect velvet glove that makes every other woman I've fucked feel like a distant, blurry memory.
My brothers would tell me I've gone insane if they knew what was happening behind this locked door. Tank would be the first to call me out, to remind me that getting personally involved with a civilian is the fastest way to create vulnerabilities our enemies can exploit.
But I'm still the fucking president. I know what I'm doing. Fucking her won't change anything. The decision to protect her property is already made, already voted on unanimously. This is just... a bonus.
At least that's what I tell myself as I slam into her from behind, my hips driving my cock deeper with each thrust. Her ass jiggles with the impact, those luscious curves giving me something to hold onto as I establish a punishing rhythm.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," I growl against her ear, one hand sliding up to wrap around her throat. Not squeezing, just holding, letting her feel my control. "So fucking tight."
Luna's moans are like a siren song, each one pushing me to thrust harder, to make sure those sweet sounds keep climbing higher. I grab a fistful of her hair, using it to tilt her head back as my other hand maintains its gentle pressure on her throat.
"I've never—fuck—never been fucked like this," she moans between thrusts, her voice breaking as I hit a spot that makes her whole body shudder.
"This is just our first time, sweetheart," I tell her, the words escaping before I can think better of them. "Once I learn everything that sets you on fire, this will only get better."
There's a moment of silence, just the wet sounds of our bodies connecting and our heavy breathing filling the air.
Shit. I'm already talking about next time, making assumptions about a future that might not exist. She must be overthinking now, maybe even scared that some giant tattooed biker is claiming her without so much as a conversation about what this is.
But after a few seconds, Luna proves once again that she's not like anyone else I've ever met.
"If this isn't the best," she says, looking back at me with those incredible blue eyes, "I'm not sure how I'll handle next time."
I can't help the smirk that spreads across my face. "Practice leads to perfection," I tell her. "It's just a matter of trying and trying."
"That sounds good," she agrees, then adds shyly, "Can I... can I sit on your cock now?"
Jesus Christ, this woman. I pull out, squeezing one luscious ass cheek as I step back. "I can't wait to have that beautiful ass bouncing on my cock."
Luna turns to face me, her cheeks flushed pink, lips swollen from our earlier kisses, eyes heavy with lust. "I can't wait either," she says. "Your cock is incredible."
I pull her against me for a deep kiss before sitting down in my office chair. She turns around, preparing to lower herself onto my lap in reverse cowgirl position, but pauses.
"I want to do it," she says, and the determined look in her eyes makes my cock twitch with anticipation.
I clasp my hands behind my head, giving her complete control. "Show me what you've got, sweetheart."
Luna wraps her hand around my shaft, stroking it a few times before positioning it at her entrance. She rises slightly on her tiptoes, and I hold her hips to steady her as she begins to sink down onto me.
"Fuck," she hisses as she takes me inch by inch, her pussy stretching to accommodate my size.
When she's fully seated, she pauses to adjust, then begins to move.
The sight of her ass bouncing on my cock, her pussy taking me completely with each downstroke, is the most erotic thing I've ever seen.
The wet slapping sounds of our connection echo through the office, punctuated by her increasingly desperate moans.
Who would have guessed that sweet, professional Luna would be such a wildcat in bed? I'm definitely caught off guard, but she's beyond sexy—a force of nature disguised as a curvy nurse with blue eyes.
She throws her head back suddenly, changing the angle so she's leaning against my chest. Instead of bouncing, she grinds her hips in tight circles, her inner muscles milking my cock in ways that make my vision blur.
I reach around to cup her breast, squeezing the soft flesh before pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She bites her lower lip, a small whimper escaping her throat, and I know in that moment that I'm completely fucking gone for this woman.
I'll protect her until my last breath, no matter who or what tries to come between us. It's a certainty that settles in my bones, as immovable as mountains.
Luna's movements become erratic, her thighs trembling as she grinds down harder. "I'm gonna—fuck—I'm close," she pants, her words disjointed between moans. "King, I'm gonna cum."
I grip her hips and lift her, maneuvering us forward until she's bent over my desk. I press my chest against her back, pinning her in place as I resume thrusting, harder and deeper than before.
"I can't—oh God—I can't take anymore," she cries out, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the desk's edge.
"Cum for me, sweetheart," I command, my voice rough. "I'm right behind you."
She looks back over her shoulder, and the raw vulnerability in her expression catches me off guard.
"I'm glad I met you," she says, the simple honesty of it hitting me harder than any dirty talk could.
Luna's orgasm crashes through her a moment later, her pussy clenching around me in waves as she cries out, back arching and hands white-knuckled on the desk edge. I keep thrusting through her climax, prolonging it, making sure she'll never forget this first time between us.
Only when her tremors begin to subside do I allow myself to chase my own release, feeling it building at the base of my spine, my balls tightening.
"I'm close," I warn her, my rhythm faltering as the pressure builds.
"Don't stop," she urges. "Finish inside me. Mark me as yours... if you're sure you want me."
Her words send me over the edge. "I've never been more sure of anything," I growl as I bury myself to the hilt and let go, pumping load after load into her welcoming heat.
When the last aftershock subsides, I remain inside her for a moment, both of us catching our breath. "Don't move," I tell her as I slowly pull out, watching with satisfaction as my cum drips from her well-fucked pussy.
Luna arches her back further, presenting her ass higher as if she knows exactly what I want to see. She's a gorgeous, curvy sin, and I fucking love it—a woman with soft places to hold onto, with enough confidence to say what she wants and take what she needs.
After a moment, she turns and sits on the edge of my desk, legs spread shamelessly, my cum still visible on her inner thighs. "What now?" she asks, direct as always.
"I can't have a serious conversation with you in that position," I admit, my eyes drawn irresistibly to the glistening evidence of our coupling. "Can't think straight when all I can see is my cum dripping out of you."
She smiles and closes her legs, though the move seems more teasing than modest. "No man has ever looked at me the way you do," she says softly.
"Then they were either blind or too stupid to know what they had," I tell her, surprised by my own sincerity. "I won't make that mistake."
I step closer, needing her to understand what she's getting herself into. "I'm too old for you," I say bluntly. "My life is dangerous. People I care about become targets. You need to decide if you want more than just protection for your grandmother's house, because I'll keep you safe either way."
Luna slides off the desk and approaches me, placing her hands on either side of my face.
"You're an idiot," she says fondly. "I wouldn't have fucked you if I didn't want more. I don't care about your age or how dangerous your life is. I care about the man, and the man is worth it."
"You wouldn't think that if you knew me better," I warn her, even as I lean into her touch.
She meets my gaze directly, fearless as always. "Then let me know you," she challenges. "Share your life with me, and I'll share mine."
I shake my head, a reluctant smile tugging at my lips. "I've heard people get more vulnerable when they're naked, but this deep talk after sex is new to me."
"Get used to it," Luna says, standing on tiptoes to press a quick kiss to my lips. "I ask a lot of questions."
I can't help but laugh at that. "I've noticed."