Page 34 of Never Gonna Lie (Forbidden #2)

Chapter Thirty-Four

JAMES

I shouldn’t be doing this. I should never have kissed her, but I can’t go back now. I don’t want to.

Kissing her felt like coming home, like it was the most natural thing to do, and when I tasted her?

Yeah, she’s mine now, and I’m not even the slightest bit sorry.

Drew can suck it for all I care. Because the one thing I do care about is peering up at me with all the love she has to offer, and like the selfish bastard I am, I take it all.

I’m going to ruin her, I know I will. I’ll take this kindhearted, soft, sweet girl and twist her into something new before I inevitably get bored and cast her aside.

But as I’m watching her chest heave up and down, the small smile twitching at her lips, a voice at the back of my head says, Will you though?

Or will she be the best thing that’s ever happened to you?

I shake my head, not wanting to delve too much into it, and grab my dick. I slowly pump myself as my gaze trails across her flushed chest down to her pussy that’s shining with her release. I growl, remembering her musky scent and wanting another taste.

Raven licks her lips as she watches me. “Come here,” I demand. She slowly gets up, wobbling slightly before crawling along the bed to get to me. “Lie down on the bed, hang your head off the end.”

Without hesitation, she does as I ask. I lower to my knees. “Open.” She opens her mouth, and I slide my dick in slowly. Her teeth scrape down the sides gently, and I growl low in my throat as I throw my head back. “Fuck.”

Not wanting to overdo it, I give her just the tip for a few pumps. Raven’s warm mouth envelopes me, and my eyes roll back in my head. “Tap my thigh if you want me to stop,” I grind out, the urge to just thrust into her without her consent consuming me.

Raven nods her head, and my thrusts become quicker, harder. I reach down with my left hand and wrap a hand around her throat, feeling the tip of my dick each time. I glance down at Raven, tears flow freely down her face, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop.

Desperate for another taste of her, I lift my hips enough for my dick to pop out of her mouth.

She whines, but I ignore her, spinning her body around to hang off the bed, and I bury my head in her cunt, sucking on her clit.

The whimpers coming from Raven nearly have me coming.

I’ve never had such an intense reaction to someone before, but I think I like it.

Needing another orgasm from her, I carry on licking her clit like a man starved, her whines turning into moans before she comes again, twitching and shuddering beneath me.

“Top of the bed, on your back, legs spread wide, slut,” I command as I push myself upright.

Following my instructions, Raven complies immediately, without any hesitation, and lies on the bed with her legs open and her eyes wide. She bites her lip, her head tilted to the side as if trying to work out what I’m going to do next.

“Are you on birth control?” I ask before I go any further.

She nods her head. “Yes.”

Just the idea of fucking her raw nearly has me coming on the spot. Getting to feel her walls flutter and tighten around me as I pound into her has pre-cum leaking from my tip, and I have to grip the base of my dick to stop it from exploding.

Prowling up her body, I place my hands on either side of her head before leaning down and capturing her lips in a heated kiss. My tongue swipes against hers repeatedly as I shift my hips, lining my dick up with her pussy. I slowly notch my way in, careful to go slow.

I stop, holding myself as still as possible as I break out of the scene and ask, “You still want to do this, pretty girl?” I kiss her gently, brushing her hair back off her face. “We can stop if you want to?” I want her to be able to change her mind before she becomes mine completely.

Her eyes blaze at me. “If you think I’ve waited this long only for you to back out now, then you don’t know me very well at all,” she sasses, a smirk tugging at her lips.

My dick grows harder. She’ll get her punishment for that later .

She grabs my hair, bringing me closer as she whispers against my lips, “Fuck me, Daddy, please. It’s only ever been you, so please, fuck me like I’m your whore.”

With those words, all common sense leaves me, and I push into her, shoving myself so far into her I rip through her barrier, causing a yelp to leave her lips. Her body tenses with undeniable pain, and for a brief moment, I feel guilty for not going slower, but her tight walls feel too good .

Kissing her neck, I wait until Raven starts wriggling under me, her body relaxing against mine. It’s taking everything in me to hold still and not rut into her like some damn animal.

“I-I think I want you to move, Daddy,” she whispers. “I’m okay now. Green.”

Withdrawing slowly, I groan at how tight she is. Losing all self-control, I slam into her over and over again. Our sweat-coated bodies glide against one another as I pound into her relentlessly. Raven claws at my back, her whimpers and moans filling my ears.

“Fuck, you take my dick like the good little slut you are, don’t you?”

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 me everything .

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 ruins her . It’s her that’s going to ruin me .