I lap up all her juices, my face pressed so far into her cunt I may suffocate. I grab her hips, flipping her over.
“Does my dirty little whore like having her ass played with, hmm?” I growl as I place kisses along the inside of her legs.
“I-I think so.” She covers her face with her arm. “Does that make me weird?” she asks breathlessly.
“No, baby. It makes you perfect,” I reply, so many ideas racing through my head—her tied to the bed with my dick in her ass and a vibrator shoved up her cunt seems to be the favorite.
Raven glances at me, her eyes filled with adoration.
I climb onto the bed next to her, lying down on my back. “Ride my dick like the good slut you are.”
Chapter Forty-One
RAVEN
I’m wrung out, exhausted, and not sure if I can go again, but the way he tells me to ride his dick has me clenching at his dirty mouth.
I’m nervous, I’ve never done this before. I’ve never had a boyfriend, so I don’t know what I’m doing. My body’s shaking, not only from the earth-shattering orgasm, but from how scared I am to fuck this up.
Tentatively, I place my hands on his chest before swinging a leg over him and pushing myself up into a seated position. “Is-is this okay, Daddy?” I ask shyly. “I-I’ve never done this before.” I glance away, not wanting him to laugh at me.
He cups my chin before bringing my head back around to face him. “Do whatever feels right,” he encourages.
I give a slight nod of my head and lift up, gently grabbing his cock in my hand. The soft skin feels like butter under my hand, and I’m fascinated by it.
A groan leaves James’s lips, and I drop him like it’s on fire. “I’m so sorry, did I do something wrong, Daddy?”
James chuckles, and my cheeks flare with embarrassment. “No, pretty girl, that feels so fucking good.”
“Oh, okay.”
I reach for him again and start slowly stroking him. After a minute, my confidence begins to flow, and I grip him harder, going slightly faster. Leaning forward, I start tracing his tattoos with my tongue, trailing kisses along his chest.
“Fuck, that feels so good. Does my whore like her hands on Daddy? Knowing she’s gonna make me come?”
That causes me to start rubbing against his leg, my clit throbbing.
James brings a hand down to grab my ass, encouraging me to grind on him faster. “You need to come again, slut?”
Words fail me as I continue grinding down on him, my release so close. All I can do is a slight jerk of my head in response.
“Then do as I say and sit on my fucking dick.”
I halt my movements, swallowing.
I can do this.
Pushing up slightly, I line him up with my entrance before slowly sinking down. I’m still sore from the night before, but I honestly don’t care. This man can wreck me anyway he chooses, and I’d still be begging him for more.
I hiss at the discomfort, thankful I’m so wet, but the resounding groan from James encourages me to keep going. Once I’m fully seated, I take a moment to breathe, allowing the stinging sensation to settle and just enjoy what’s happening.
What do I do now? Grind? Bounce up and down? Shit. What do they do in my books? Erm, they do a combination of both?
James, sensing my internal breakdown, grips my hips and starts pushing me back and forth.
“Oh, oooooh,” I purr. “That feels good.”
Using my hips, he starts bouncing me up and down. “Oh fuck,” I shout. Noticing what he’s doing, I use my legs to continue the movement. “Yes!” I don’t know what comes over me, but I place my hands on his legs behind me, arching my back.
