Rejected Luna Queen

Nestax NOV

Nolan’s eyes burned with an intensity that made my heart race. Before I could react, he scooped me up effortlessly, leaving me no choice but to wrag my legs around his waist.

Our skin connected, my nipples rubbing against his hard pecs, the light chest hair causing delicious friction that made me moan.

My nails dug into his flexed forearm as he yanked my mouth to his, kissing away any protests until I melted in his embrace.

His hand gripped the back of my neck tightly, ensuring I couldn’t pull away even when I ran out of air.

He tasted my lips and explored every corner of my mouth with his tongue, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

“You’re so goddamn sweet, Pixie,” he groaned against my lips before diving in again. “I can’t decide if I love the taste of your kisses or your tight pussy more.”

Cool air caressed my naked back, but the heat from Nolan’s skin kept me warm. His kisses left me drowning in desire, making me almost forget about everything else.

Wrapped in his arms, I no longer cared about anything but the single need burning in my mind. I think I am meant to lose my mind every time I step into this room.

“Please fuck me, Nolan,” I whispered, licking his bottom lip before sucking on it. His taste was intoxicating, better than any alcohol. “I need you.”

My head dropped back as Nolan exposed the column of my throat, kissing and biting with a rough, unapologetic fervour.

He marked me with his teeth, and I knew I’d be wearing nothing but his hickeys if he didn’t stop. My fingers tugged at his hair, forcing him to meet my gaze. His eyes were dark with lust.

My eyelids fluttered as he circled my nipple until it was painfully hard, then sucked it into his warm, wet mouth. I watched, mesmerised, as he lapped and lavished attention on my breasts until they were glistening with his saliva.

The pleasure was so intense that an ache rose in my lower stomach.

I whimpered when he took the tip between his teeth and bit down like an unhinged savage. “Don’t make a sound,” he barked.

Impossible. “I’m going to come.”

He pulled his mouth away, growling, “You’re coming around my cock, nowhere else.”

“Yes, please,” I breathed.

My pussy brushed against his length as he slid me down his body before roughly turning me around and pushing my front against the thick bed

Nolan’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he positioned himself behind me. The anticipation was unbearable, every nerve in my body on fire.

He teased me with the tip of his cock, sliding it along my wetness, and I shuddered, clutching the railing for support. He is intentionally playing with my clit and his crown.

“Nolan,” I gasped, desperate for him.

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he thrust into me with a single, powerful stroke, filling me completely. I bit my lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape, my entire body trembling with the intensity of it.

His hands moved to my breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he set a relentless pace. He is obsessed with my grown breasts.

The world around us faded, and all that existed was the overwhelming pleasure Nolan gave me. His cock drove into me again and again, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel his breath on my neck, his groans vibrating against my skin.

“Come for me, Pixie,” he commanded, his voice rough and urgent.

And I did. My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, crashing through me with a force that left me breathless. My muscles clenched around him, drawing him deeper, and I felt him shudder as he followed me over the edge.

We stayed like that for a moment, panting and trembling, our bodies pressed together. Then, slowly, Nolan withdrew, leaving me feeling empty and spent.

He turned me around and kissed me gently, a stark contrast to the ferocity of just moments before.

“You’re mine, Pixie,” he whispered against my lips.

I nodded, still dazed, knowing that no matter what happened, a part of me would always belong to him.

I stood up after coming out of my daze, intending to leave the room myself this time. I don’t want to be humiliated again. Once is enough.

I barely made it a few steps before Nolan dragged me back to his chest.

“I’m not done with you,” he growled, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

My heart fluttered at the way he said it, but I knew he wasn’t going to cuddle me. He was going to fuck me again, and that was all. I was his mistress, not his lover.

His arms tightened around me, and I felt the heat of his body against my back. My resolve wavered as he pressed his lips to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin.

I closed my eyes, trying to steel myself against the torrent of emotions and desires that threatened to overwhelm me.

“Nolan,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“Shh,” he murmured against my car. “You’re mine, Pixie. Don’t forget that.”

He spun me around and captured my lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming over my body with possessive intent. I melted into him, unable to resist the pull he had on me. My body responded eagerly, every nerve alight with need.

Nolan’s hands slid down to my hips, lifting me effortlessly as he carried me to the bed. He laid me down, his eyes dark with hunger as he stripped off his clothes. My breath quickened, anticipation coiling tight in my belly.

He climbed on top of me, his body a solid weight pressing me into the mattress. His lips trailed down my neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake.

I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his hair as he reached my breasts, his mouth latching onto a sensitive nipple.A moan escaped my lips, and he groaned in response, the sound vibrating. through me.

His hand moved between my legs, teasing my wetness, and I gasped, my hips bucking against him. His forefinger and thumb pinched my clit in a painful way but it only made me shudder.

“Please,” I begged, my voice barely more than a breath.

Nolan didn’t hesitate. He positioned himself at my entrance and thrust into me with a single, powerful stroke. I cried out, clutching his shoulders as he filled me completely.

He set a relentless pace, his cock driving into me with a force that left me breathless.

Each thrust pushed me closer to the edge, the pleasure building to a fever pitch. His eyes locked onto mine, and I saw the same raw need reflected back at me.

“I’m going to make you come again, Pixie,” he promised, his voice rough and commanding.

I nodded, unable to form words as the pressure inside me built to an unbearable intensity.

His movements became more urgent, his breath ragged against my ear. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as the first waves of my orgasm crashed through me.

“Nolan!” I screamed, my body convulsing around him.

He groaned, his own release following moments later. I felt the warmth of his cum filling me, his body tensing as he emptied himself inside me.

We lay there, panting and spent, the room filled with the sounds of our ragged breathing. Nolan kissed me gently, a stark contrast to the ferocity of moments before.