Page 95 of Isolation

I was already close to losing my mind, and Raven was the only anchor I needed. I was in no position to discourage what was happening.

It’s an addiction, remember? Her body is an addiction. Loving her is an addiction. That doesn’t leave a whole lot of room to be a good person.

So, fuck the consequences. Fuck shame. Fuck morals. Fuck everything else.

Nothing else matters other than being with her.

And for that to happen I needed her at level intoxicated, not level incapacitated.

I put a hand on top of her shot glass when Dad moved to pour the next round. I let him know that she looked flushed and needed air.

Raven was too drunk by the time I dragged her outside. After a quick assessment, I seeked out the darkest corner with a tree and picked her up with one hand.

Raven was giggling and being receptive. I threw my peacoat around her, pushed her against the tree, and hefted her up so the tree bark won’t bruise her beautiful skin.

Which brings us here, with her dress hiked all the way up with her thong pushed to the side.

The dress has a built in bra so it was easier to expose her perfect breasts. I love that Raven wears dresses around the house, most likely to appease Theressa.

My hands roam all over her front. Raven’s nipples are even harder due to the cold. I slightly pinch a hardened nipple.

“I missed you,” I say against the shell of her ear before licking it.

Raven groans. “Milo—”

My lips are on her neck as I undo my belt and pants. Raven isn’t fighting back tonight. Instead, she fists my shirt with her hands. She simply looks at me and mumbles something unintelligible.

My one hand goes under her ass to hold her up, the other is holding my cock as I rub it in between her folds. She is wet but it’s not quite enough.

I slowly slide two fingers inside her mouth.

“Baby, suck my fingers.”

For a moment Raven doesn’t do anything, but when I stroke her tongue again, Raven sucks on my fingers.I retract them, replacing them with my mouth.

Using the lubricated fingers, I reach for her cunt and stroke her core until she lets out another moan.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yeah,” she chokes out.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?” I murmur.

I press my digits on her clit, and Raven whimpers against my mouth.

“Milo,” she whispers my name again."Don't let go."

Fuck. Me. I don't know if she means in general or right now because she is scared of falling. Either way,I can barely restrain my growl as I slip inside her slick heat.

“Fuck.” I kiss her parted lips.

I tell her all the things she doesn’t want to otherwise hear. I ask her to tell me all the things I have been dying for her to say. She lets them all slip out.

“Tell me you want me. Tell me that you are mine.”

“Do you like me fucking your tight little pussy?”

“Scream my fucking name when you come.”