The Fake Luna: Marked By The Alpha King

Chapter 128: Chapter 128 Had phone sex with him

Aria’s POV

"Good." A beat of silence. Then, lower: "Now send me a picture."

My heart stopped. "What?"

"You heard me. I showed you mine. Now I want to see yours. I want to see what I’m going to be fucking tonight."

"Damian, I’m at a restaurant—"

"I don’t care. Pull your sweater down. Show me those tits. I want to see your nipples hard, knowing it’s because of me."

My hand trembled as I lifted my phone. I bit my lip, then pulled the neckline of my sweater down, snapping a quick picture of my bare chest, my nipples already tight and peaked.

I sent it.

A long pause. Then a low, rough groan through the speaker.

"Fuck. Look at you. So perfect. I’m gonna suck on those tits tonight until you’re begging me to stop."

I could hear it then—a soft, wet sound through the speaker. The unmistakable sound of him touching himself.

"You know what I’m doing right now?" he continued, his voice a slow, deliberate drawl.

"I’m looking at your picture. I’ve got my hand wrapped around my cock. Stroking it slow. Thinking about how your mouth felt around me this morning."

"Damian—" My voice came out breathless, weak.

"Are you wet right now?" he asked, cutting me off. "Just from hearing my voice, from knowing I’m jacking off to your picture—are you dripping for me, baby?"

I squeezed my thighs together, but it was useless. He already knew the answer.

"Take your panties off," he said softly. "Right now."

"What? No—"

"Take them off," he repeated, his breathing heavier now. "I want to know you’re sitting back down at that table with nothing on under your dress."

"Just your bare cunt, thinking about me, thinking about my hand wrapped around my cock wishing it was your mouth."

My fingers trembled as I reached under my leggings.

"Good girl," he breathed when he heard the rustle of fabric.

The sound of his hand moving faster came through the speaker. "Now tell me. When you think about my cock—does your little pussy ache for it?"

"...Yes."

"Say it."

"It aches for it," I whispered, my face burning.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you when I get you home."

I could barely breathe. "I want you to—to fuck me. Hard."

"Hard?" A dark chuckle, mixed with a low groan. "That’s all you got? Tell me how you want me to stretch that tight little pussy open. Tell me how you want me to fill you up."

"Damian, I can’t—not here—"

"Then let me help you," he said, his voice dropping even lower. I could hear his breathing quickening, the wet sound of his hand stroking his cock.

"Slide your hand down. Right now. I want to hear it."

I bit my lip, my hand trembling as it moved down my stomach, slipping past the tight waistband of my leggings.

The compression fabric hugged my hips, and I had to squirm slightly to get my fingers where they needed to go—past the damp cotton of my panties, into the wet heat waiting beneath.

The slick sound echoed in the quiet bathroom as I touched myself.

"That’s it," he murmured, his voice strained. "Touch that wet little cunt for me. Tell me how soaked you are."

"...I’m so wet," I breathed, my fingers brushing over myself. "It’s—it’s embarrassing."

"Don’t be embarrassed, baby. That’s my pussy. I want it dripping for me. Fuck—I’m so hard for you. I’m stroking my cock thinking about burying it deep inside you."

A choked moan escaped my throat.

"That’s right," he said, his voice a low growl mixed with heavy breaths. "Now slide a finger inside. Slow. I want to hear how tight you still are from this morning."

I did as he said, a soft gasp escaping my lips as I pushed into myself. The slick sound was obscene in the quiet bathroom.

"Fuck," he rasped, his strokes audible now, faster, rougher. "You’re so tight. I’m squeezing my cock imagining it’s your cunt. That’s my good girl—keeping my pussy nice and snug for me."

"Damian, I—I can’t last long—"

"Me neither, baby," he groaned. "I’m so close. Your voice, your little moans—fuck, you’re gonna make me come."

"Come for me, Damian. I want to hear it."

His breathing turned ragged, the wet sounds quickening, and then a deep, broken groan—"Fuck—Aria—" —followed by the sound of him spilling into his own hand, heavy and raw.

I bit my lip, my own fingers still moving inside me, chasing the sound of his release.

"Your turn," he said, his voice hoarse, satisfied. "Come for me, baby. I want to hear you fall apart."

I let go, my body trembling against the locked door as a broken moan escaped my lips.

There was silence on the other end for a moment, both of us catching our breath.

Then his voice came through, low and dark with satisfaction.

"Good girl. Now go back out there and pretend like you’re not thinking about my cock."

I slumped against the door, catching my breath, my face burning, my thighs still trembling.

"And baby?"

"...What?"

"Tonight, I’m not going to be that gentle."