Page 41 of Never Gonna Lie (Forbidden #2)

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.

“Just like that, Raven. Fuck, you take me so well.”

Not realizing I’d closed my eyes, I open them to see him watching between my legs.

“Watching my dick slide in and out of you like this makes me want to blow my load.” His voice is low and dark, like he’s trying to hold himself back.

I’m too lost in the sensation of his hips thrusting up into me to care. My rhythm gets thrown off as I let him use me for all that I am. I feel his hand brush against my clit as I remember something from a book I once read. I reach one hand behind me and cup his balls, gently massaging them.

“Shit! Fuck,” he roars, which only causes me to explode, and I come with a scream, white noise filling my ears, and my vision going blurry.

I come to as James slowly and gently thrusts into me, emptying the remains of his cum inside me. His hands are still at my hips, clutching them in a grip that’s sure to leave bruises, but I can’t bring myself to care—I’ll wear those marks with pride.

I flop against his chest, my breathing heavy as I come down from cloud nine. Is it always this good, or is it just James that does this to me? I’ve got nothing else to compare it to.

“How are you feeling, baby?”

“Good. Sore, but good,” I mumble against his chest where my face is currently squished .

He chuckles gently. “Let me take care of you, pretty girl.”

Using all of my willpower—which isn’t very much—I roll myself onto the bed, facing the ceiling. I stretch out like a cat, my arms going above my head and my toes pointed as my muscles relax, completely sated.

James comes back into the room and gently cleans between my legs. “You were absolutely perfect tonight, baby,” he praises.

I peer at his face through exhausted eyes, a small smile tugging at my lips as I watch the concentration on his face.

Once he’s done, he throws the cloth into the laundry basket across the room and grabs a bottle of water. Before he says anything, I sit up, taking it from him and drinking the whole thing.

“Good girl,” he says, his eyes soft as he runs a gentle hand down the side of my face. “You don’t know how happy you make me when you let me take care of you.” He climbs into bed next to me. “Are you hungry?” he asks, stroking my hair and placing kisses to my forehead.

I shake my head. “No, I’m good, Daddy.” I snuggle into him as much as I possibly can without being on top of him again and sigh in contentment.

Can life really get any better than this?