Page 33 of Never Gonna Lie (Forbidden #2)

Chapter Thirty-Three

RAVEN

M y eyes fly open, my gaze slightly unfocused as I take in this moment—James in bed… with me.

I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to stop and say this was a mistake, but he’s looking at me with so much lust in his eyes that I’m starting to think that maybe this might be it. That I’ve finally gotten through to him.

I reach out to cup his face again, his stubble scratching my hand lightly, and I can’t help but think of how it would feel against my inner thighs. My cheeks flush, and I clench my thighs, my core pulsing with desire.

James’s eyes blaze with heat, and for a moment, I wonder if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. I might be a virgin, but I read, I can handle whatever he throws at me… I think.

Starting to feel self-conscious, I go to cover myself when a hand slaps mine .

“Don’t ever cover up in front of me again,” he orders. “If I tell you to be naked all day, every day, you’ll do it with a smile on your face. Are we clear?”

My heart pounds in my chest as I nod my head. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he praises, and I melt into a puddle under him. “Are you going to be a good little slut for Daddy and open these pretty thighs so I can have dessert?”

The gush of desire that floods my panties is no joke, and I’m seriously wondering if it’s possible to come from words alone.

James sits back on his haunches and lifts his own T-shirt up, exposing his chiseled physique that’s covered in tattoos.

God damn, what is it about a man covered in tattoos that’s so freaking hot?

My mouth gapes open as my gaze shifts to the dark smattering of hair above his sweatpants, and down to the obscenely large bulge hiding underneath. I swallow.

Sensing my unease, James asks, “How you doing, pretty girl?”

My eyes flick up to his. “Green,” I breathe out.

He nods once before placing his hands gently on either side of my shorts and tugging them down. The cool air hits my overheated center, and I whimper. He runs a finger up through my slit, and I gasp at the sensation—other than myself, no one has ever touched me before.

As if he can read my mind, he asks, “Have you ever been touched here before?”

I shake my head, words failing me. His eyes darken at my admission. Does he like knowing that he’s the only man to ever touch me? To have all my firsts? A low rumble sounds from his chest… I’m guessing that’s a yes?

“No one touches what’s mine,” he growls before slowly lowering his head and placing small kisses to the inside of my thigh .

I feel like I’m about to combust. I grab a handful of his hair as I beg, “Please, James.”

He snaps his head up, and I hear the sound before the pain registers—he just slapped my ass. I’d be shocked if I didn’t know I already loved it.

“Please what, Raven?” he demands.

Oh, I forgot. “Please, Daddy?”

“When we’re in a scene together, I expect you to call me Daddy,” he says, tracing his tongue along my thigh.

“Will we a-always be in a sc-scene?” I gasp, his finger lingering right near my entrance, toying with me.

He shakes his head slightly. “Not always. We’ll discuss it beforehand. Even if it's just you calling me daddy or I refer to myself as daddy. It’s just so we know where the other person’s at.”

I jerk my head in response, tilting my hips up when his nose brushes my clit. “Aaaaggghhhh,” I moan.

“You’ll get yours when I say you can,” he chuckles low.

I grab hold of the sheets as he bends down again, finally touching me where I need him to. The first contact of his tongue on my clit has my hips flying off the bed and my back bowing.

Fuck!

My toes curl and my breathing becomes labored as I try and hold back the urge to come. My body flushes at his touch, both out of embarrassment but also with lust.

No man should be allowed to be this good with their tongue , I think, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he licks me again.

He does it again, quicker this time, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me at the feel of his mouth on my most intimate area.

Knowing that it’s James claiming another one of my firsts nearly sends me over the edge.

But I hold it back, I don’t want this to be the only time I orgasm with him.

I’ve never been able to do it more than once on my own before.

Sweat beads on my brow as my hips move of their own accord, chasing his tongue to get the right amount of pressure that my body’s craving.

James inserts a finger into my entrance, and I wince slightly at the intrusion.

His fingers are so big, it takes a moment to get used to them, even if I am soaked.

He hooks his finger up slightly and rubs as he flicks my clit with his tongue.

The combination hurtles me to my orgasm quicker than I’d like when I suddenly feel the urge to pee.

Sitting up, I start pushing at James’s shoulder. “St-stop, stop. I-I think I need to p-pee,” I stutter, completely mortified and slightly dazed.

James doesn’t stop, though; he places a hand on my shoulder and pushes me back down, doubling his efforts and adding a second finger.

I’m desperately holding back my orgasm, horrified I might pee, but he doesn’t seem bothered.

The hand that was on my shoulder moves down to my breast and twists my nipple.

I come with a scream, fluid gushing out of me.

“Oh my god,” I say breathlessly, tears welling up. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean?—”

James finally lifts his head and looks up at me, his face glistening, and the tears fall. He licks his lips before placing a hand on my cheek and wiping away my tears.

He grins. “You just squirted, baby. Feel free to do that anytime.”

“Wha—”

“Again,” he demands.

I’ve heard about girls squirting before, but I never thought it was something I was capable of. The embarrassment is there, but the feel of him touching me quickly makes me forget.

“I want this cunt dripping, ready to take my dick. ”

James dives into my pussy again, licking and sucking. Every time I get to the crest of my orgasm, he stops. After the third time, I’ve had enough. Tears stream down my face as they mingle with sweat. I can’t catch my breath as he keeps edging me.

“P-please,” I beg. “I can’t take any more. Please make me come, Daddy.”

He gazes up at me, a soft expression on his face, before starting his rhythm again. Within seconds, I’m there again, but this time, instead of him stopping, I come, just as hard as the first time.

“Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs as he crawls up my body, placing kisses along the way. “You did so well, baby.”

“Hmm?” I lazily reply.

“I might wake you up every morning with my face in your cunt. Have you gush all over my face so I smell like you all day?” he muses, pulling my breast into his mouth and sucking. “Would you like that? For Daddy to walk around smelling like his slut all day?”

Fuck me, that’s hot .

I nod emphatically, my core clenching, ready for round two.

James pulls away from me, and I suddenly feel bereft. The weight of him on top of me was an indescribable feeling. I watch as he shuffles to the edge of the bed and stands up to his full height, hooks his fingers into the waistband of his shorts, and pulls them down.

My mouth drops open at his erection standing proud. The thing is freaking huge, and I’m terrified of it coming near me. But like the good girl I am, I’m going to sit and take it with a smile on my face.

I lick my lips at the sight of him standing naked in front of me. All of my dreams are finally coming true as I stare at the man who owns my heart and soul.