The urge not to blow my load is strong. Her tight virgin walls clamp around me, almost strangling my dick in their grip. It’s the best kind of torture, but I gotta admit, I’m not sure how long I’m gonna last.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m your slut.”
Especially when she says shit like that to me. I’m desperate for her in a way I’ve never been before, my body functioning on a completely different frequency—one that only beats for her.
Slamming into her harder, my tone low and dark, I say, “Yes, you are. Come for Daddy, my little whore.”
I need her to come one more time. I need to feel her. I need her to give meeverything.
Raven screams as she comes, her walls gripping me and sending me over the edge with her. I roar out my release as my cum paints her walls. I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her under my weight, and she brings her hands around my neck, holding me to her.
It takes a while for our breathing to even out. Once it does, I pull out, noticing Raven wincing, and head to the bathroom for a washcloth. Walking back, she’s still in the same position I left her in—completely naked and spread out, with her arms wide.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
Kneeling beside the side of the bed, I wipe our combined releases from her while Raven watches me through hooded eyes.
Throwing the washcloth in the laundry bin, I grab the bottle of water from the nightstand and hand it to Raven. “Drink, baby.”
She sits up and takes the bottle from me, guzzling the whole thing. Warmth spreads in my chest that she’s doing as I ask. Once she’s finished, she hands it back to me. I throw it in the trash and climb onto the bed and pull her into my arms so her head is on my chest and one leg’s thrown over my waist.
“I’m so proud of you, baby. You did so well,” I praise her, my own breathing only just having returned to normal after what was undoubtedly the best experience of my life. I absentmindedly stroke her hair, placing gentle kisses on her forehead.
“Guess I won the bet,” she chuckles sleepily.
“Bet?” I ask, confused.
“Yeah, the one where you were supposed to take my virginity.”
Ah, that one. “If I remember correctly, pretty girl, I was supposed to have someone in my bed within a week… I haven’t touched a woman in months.”
Raven scoffs. “Uh huh, sure, pretty boy.”
“Why don’t you believe me?”
“Because you’re… well,you,” she laughs. “James Smith, playboy extraordinaire. The man who has more women leaving his bed than staying in it.”
I don’t share her humor, though. That’s what she really thinks of me? Did she only want me because she wanted me to take her virginity? That being a playboy, it’s all I’m good for? In all honesty, I guess she’s not wrong, but there’s more to me than that. I just hold it close to my chest. Raven’s the only woman that I’ve let even remotely close to me since I was a child, and her words cut deeper than I’d like.
“How you feeling?” I ask quietly, stroking a hand down her back and changing the subject.
She snuggles further into me, mumbling, “Tired.”
“Get some sleep, pretty girl,” I tell her, but her soft snores and even breath tell me she already is. And I know right then that it’s not going to be me who ruinsher. It’s her that’s going to ruinme.
Chapter Thirty-Five
RAVEN
Waking up the next morning, I stretch out my muscles, a smile firmly in place as I recall the details of last night. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I’d lose my virginity to James, and he didn’t disappoint. He played my body like he’d known it for years.
Glancing over at the bedside table, I see a glass of water, Advil, and a note. Sitting up, I push my hair out of my face, swallowing the painkillers down with the water. Trepidation fills me at what the note could say. Is he going to tell me it was a mistake again and to pack my things? Before I spiral completely, I grab the note and open it.
Drink the water and take the Advil like a good slut.
Jx
A gush of warmth floods me. I don’t know what it means that I like it when he talks to me like this. Surely calling someone a slut or a whore during sex is a red flag? Is there something wrong with me? I haven’t ever read a book with this type of thing in it, so I don’t know what the protocol is here.
