Page 78 of Isolation

I laugh at her disapproval. “Trust me. It’s not my drug of choice.” And it’s not my style.

Raven frowns again, contemplating what other drugs I have tried and mydrug of choice.

“You,” I answer the question she is about to ask. “A hit of cocaine doesn’t even come close to what it feels like being withyou. You are a high that I am always chasing. I’m always looking for that next hit. I could be fucking you and still find myself already craving you, going through withdrawal. Those bankers have no fucking idea about addiction. They have an addiction they can get help for, an addiction that can end. My addiction will never end.”

“Being addicted is not a good thing,” she whispers.

“You’re right,” I smile sadly. “Everything should be done in moderation, which is what I have been trying to do for the last few weeks. I have been trying to moderate, take things slow, and control myself. Help me achieve that,” I grab my cock and give it a slow stroke. Raven’s eyes drop down to it. “I am trying, so we can be something better. So my addiction doesn't rule my actions.”

Raven gives me a firm understanding nod. She gets it. She gets what I am trying to do: build trust again.

“Move your hand down, baby. Don’t overthink it.”

Raven moves her hand down at a very slow pace.

“Use two fingers to make small circles. Yeah, just like that.”

I fix my gaze on Raven playing with herself. It’s even more erotic than I imagined. I start stroking myself. That sight of her is going to be the end of me.

My harsh breathing is starting to match hers. “Do you know what you do to me? Do you have any idea how much I want you?”

I start stroking myself harder. I pant, watching her heavy-lidded eyes fixed on me.

“Are you wet, Raven?”

Raven gives me another steady nod.

My head kicks back, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. My breathing becomes erratic. I bring my head back to stare at the beautiful wide-eyed girl. “Fuck. Rub your clit.”

Raven rubs her clit and immediately hisses. “Ahh…”

“That’s it, baby. Don’t stop,” I give her my own restrained growl.

Raven doesn’t back down and maintains eye contact.

“You are so beautiful,” I openly gawk at her, mystified. “Open your legs wider. I want to see that perfect pink pussy of yours.”

“Fuck,” Raven grinds her teeth.

“Move your other hand to your tit and pinch your nipple.”

Raven doesn’t need my instructions anymore. She is vigorously working herself, having found her own rhythm. I am distracted as fuck by her fingers that have picked up the pace.

While I am barely able to keep control, I want us to come together. I grip my dick tighter, sending her an onslaught of dirty talk to push her over the edge.

“You drive me fucking crazy. I just want to lock you up and fuck you for months. I want to pound your tight pussy so hard till you arch your back every goddamn time.”

“Oh God, Milo,” Raven moans in a low voice. I love watching the effect my words have on her. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes heat up.

“I want to lick that pussy of yours till you come on my mouth over and—”

My voice is cut off by Raven’s intensified moan as she starts to clench.

“I want to make you squirt, drenching my dick. Then I want you to do it again in my mouth while I eat you out.”

“I’m about to come,” Raven parts her lips to let out her whimpers.

“Fuck,” I come with my eyes fixated on her, my cum landing on my thighs and hand.