Page 21 of Banging the Drummer

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Luna

He climbs up my body, licking and kissing as he goes. I feel completely boneless and sated, yet still empty somehow. I love the feel of his body, so hard and strong with all his tightly hewn muscles. I trace his abs and over his hip.

He’s got a music score tattooed over the right side of his lower stomach. I’m curious about it, but I’ll explore ink after.

He growls when I fist his hard length.

“I want you inside me,” I say, moving my hand and opening my thighs even wider.

He growls again, positioning his long, thick cock between my thighs. He slides himself through my slicked folds, then he thrusts inside me.

He stills, his pale green eyes lock on mine.

“Christ, you feel good. So fucking tight and wet. But I’ve got to pull out.”

My heart sinks. “What’s wrong?”

“I forgot a condom. I’ll see if I have any, but I wasn’t actually planning to have sex on the tour, so I might be out. I could ask one of the guys.”

I wrap my legs around his waist and shake my head. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”

“Are you positive? I’m clean too, but I will go to the fucking store right now if you want me to use a condom.”

I chuckle. “No, I’m sure. I don’t want anything between us.”

“I don’t either, Moonbeam.” His forehead drops to mine. “I can’t believe how good you feel. Like your body was custom designed just for mine.”

He kisses me. I moan against his mouth and wrap my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him even deeper. He withdraws almost completely, then thrusts back in.

I tilt my hips up to meet his movements. And sparks shoot off all through my body. Nothing has ever felt this amazing.

“Oh wow,” I gasp. “It’s amazing.”

“So fucking amazing,” he says.

With every thrust my climax barrels towards me. It’s inevitable at this point. Right now it feels as if when it finally happens, I might split in two. Every thrust, his dick rakes across my G-spot and then my clit, then back again. I think my eyes might be crossing.

“I’m coming!” I scream. The orgasm slams into me, the waves of pleasure pulling me under.

His orgasm follows, him pumping into me, crying out my name.

“I’m dead. Tell my siblings that I loved them, but Shelby is definitely my favorite over Max.”

Mason laughs, then climbs off of me.

“I’m serious. You are now talking to a corpse. Here lies Luna, she came too hard and died.”

He laughs again. “I would be very sad if you died. Even though that sounds like a great way to go. Are you hungry? Because I am starved. I’m going to order some room service.”

“Oh, can you get some fruit? I’m craving fresh fruit for some reason.”

While Mason orders food, I slip into the bathroom to take a shower. As I'm standing under the hot water wetting my hair, the thought hits me… Oh My God! I just fucked Mason Ball.

And it was earth shattering. And amazing. And life altering.

Now I don't know what to do because there’s no way that magnificent man is going to be interested in moving to my podunk town in Texas.