Page 128 of Scarred

She slips the fake dick part inside, and my fingernails dig into my palms as my hands tighten into fists.

There’s no way in hell that little toy is going to waste the feeling of her orgasm pulse around it when it could be savored by me.

I have every intention of stepping in before that happens as I watch her slowly slide it out and see it coated with her arousal before it disappears back inside.

Moaning softly, she touches the other end that comes up to her clit as it starts to suck.

My mouth waters at the sight as my cock and mouth ache to take its place.

“Feels so good,” she moans softly, looking right at me.

She’s playing me.

This sweet, innocent-looking dance teacher is playing me.

She knows exactly what she is doing.

And it’s working as I feel my control slip away.

Her hand moves faster as she bites her lip on a whimper, and I can tell by her body language that she’s close.

Standing up, I remove my sweats, freeing my heavy cock that’s so fucking hard right now that I’m surprised I haven’t popped a vein.

The satisfied little smile on her face nearly destroys me because this is the side of Luna that nobody gets to see.

Everyone else gets the sweet dance teacher who fixes crooked ballet buns and teaches little girls how to chase dreams, reminding people to slow down and breathe.

But this?

This playful, confident woman who’s looking at me like she knows exactly how much power she has over me…

This side is all mine, and fuck if I don’t love knowing she trusts me enough to give it to me.

“You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

Her eyes sparkle, giving her away as a smug smile teases her lips.

Of course, she’s proud of herself.

She preaches about peace and patience, yet she just spent the last few minutes destroying every ounce of mine.

Getting on the bed, I hover in front of her as I place my hand over hers, taking hold of the toy between her legs and sliding it out before tossing it aside.

“You really hate not being in control, don’t you?” She whispers.

I open my mouth to argue, but we both know the truth.

Control is what kept me standing when everything else fell apart.

The schedules….

Routines.

Hockey.

Scarlett.

But somehow this woman makes losing control seem less scary.