I stood there, six feet tall in a half unbuttoned blue shirt that clung to my chest, the heat pooling in my gut and shooting straight to my cock as Luna whispered.
"It… It's… so hot."
Her voice trembled, eyes shimmering like she was on the verge of something she didn't understand yet. She wouldn't look at me. Just stared at her hands, like they were holding something sacred and dangerous. Or maybe just something huge and alive.
Her fingers trembled slightly around my shaft, still getting used to the size, the weight, the way it throbbed with every breath I took.
She reached for it again, both hands this time, wrapping around my cock like she couldn't believe what she was feeling. It had grown since the first time she saw it. I could tell by the way her fingers barely touched around it now. The tip throbbed right when she touched it. That twitch made her jump a little.
Her cheeks were red. Her eyes blinked fast like her brain was struggling to catch up. Yeah, she wasn't expecting that kind of size.
Then she started stroking. Slow at first. Careful. From the bottom all the way to the tip, just like I told her. Her grip was soft, a little shaky, but I could feel how focused she was. She was feeling me. Every inch. The heat, the thickness, the veins running along it. Her fingers squeezed lightly and I let out a breath.
Shit. She was good.
With every stroke, the head of my cock got slicker. Precum kept leaking out, coating the tip in a shiny wet layer. Her eyes kept drifting to it. She didn't even realize she licked her lips, like her body was moving on its own.
Her brows pulled in like she was confused by herself, like she was asking, Why does this feel so good? Why can't I stop?
She didn't stop though. Her hands moved faster, stronger. She was getting the rhythm now. The hesitation was gone. Luna was learning, and she was learning fast.
The air felt heavy, thick like something was about to snap. My balls tightened. I could feel that rush building up inside me, hot and wild, pushing closer to the edge. My hips started moving on their own, slow little rolls into her grip. I wanted more.
"More… please," I breathed out. My voice sounded different, low, shaky, full of heat. She probably didn't even know how close I was. Or maybe she did. Maybe that's why she kept going.
She looked up at me with those wide eyes. Flushed cheeks. Lips slightly parted. Innocence slipping away with every second her hands stayed on me.
And she gave me more.
Her pace quickened. It was like she was trying to wring the orgasm out of me, milking my cock with both hands like she wanted nothing more than to feel me erupt.
Her fingers tightened, twisting slightly at the top before sliding down again, working me with purpose.
My body started to shake, my thighs, my abs, my toes curling into the ground.
"Fuck, Luna," I groaned, clenching my eyes shut as the pressure reached its breaking point
"Ms. Luna, use your mouth for more efficiency," I said.
She froze for a breath, lips slightly open, eyes lifting to meet mine. That look, wasn't fear. It was pride clashing with desperation. She didn't want to do it, but she knew she had to. Not for pleasure. Not for me.
But because her brother's life hung on this. Her hesitation melted, and silent acceptance took its place.
With a shaky breath, Luna lowered herself. Her lips trembled as she opened wide, carefully bringing the mushroom head of my cock closer. Her jaw stretched around the size, clearly a struggle but she didn't stop. Slowly, inch by inch, she wrapped her soft lips around the thick, sensitive crown, sealing her mouth around it.
"Ahh~ "
Even that first touch made a deep groan escape my throat. Her warm mouth closed around me, her tongue shy and soft as it pressed under the tip. She could barely fit the head, but she didn't stop there.
She pushed herself, taking in more, her lips stretching around the thick length.
About a third, that was all her mouth could handle. The rest stayed out, hard and pulsing, glistening with her spit and my precum.
"Good girl," I muttered, my hand brushing back her hair, guiding her.
"Just like that. Let your mouth learn."
She started to move, slow and unsure. Her head bobbed gently, trying to find a steady rhythm. I guided her, one hand resting at the back of her head, the other on my thigh, letting her take the lead while keeping her close.
Wet slurps echoed in the air. Her lips stayed tight around me, her tongue pressing and swirling with growing confidence.
Each time she pulled back, a sticky line of saliva stretched from her mouth to my shaft, then she dove back in.
"Ms. Luna, the Divine Seeds are Cummin. Drink it all," I warned her, breath ragged as I neared my release.
My balls tightened, and the first thick shot of cum exploded into her mouth. She flinched, overwhelmed by the sudden heat flooding her tongue. Her instinct made her pull back, but I grabbed the back of her head and held her in place, my hips jerking forward in pleasure.
That final thrust shoved more of my cock into her mouth, deep enough to reach the back of her throat. Her tight throat squeezed around me as I kept cumming, and I groaned hard, riding the wave of euphoria.
Gag~ gag~ gag~
She choked, eyes wide, tears spilling as she struggled to breathe. Her hands pushed against my thighs, trying to pull away, but that only made me shove in deeper.
My cock slid further down her throat, thick streams still pouring out. She had no choice. Her throat moved on its own, swallowing every hot load I gave her. Each gulp made her throat twitch.
A visible bulge appeared in her throat as she swallowed, my cock buried deeper than before. She was so tight. My body trembled, and I spilled the biggest load of my life right into her.
She choked hard, wet gag sounds mixed with messy gulps as she tried to keep up. Her throat worked nonstop, each thick swallow echoing with a needy glk~ glk~.