Page 46 of Never Gonna Lie (Forbidden #2)

Chapter Forty-Six

RAVEN

A fter getting home from my shopping trip with Mia, I saw that Dad, Theo, and James were holed up in his office. Not wanting to disturb them, I went straight into James’s room to use his shower, heated myself some dinner up, and then got into bed with my book.

Lost in the words of A. Rayne and her latest age gap romance, Wrapped in You , I didn’t hear James come in.

I hadn’t meant to stay in here; it’s risky with my dad being in the same house, but after tossing and turning last night, there was no way I could sleep without him again.

Even after one night, my body craves his.

My clit pulses at his dirty mouth and, as if on instinct, my body reacts without me thinking. I sink to my knees in front of him, slowly dragging his sweats and boxers down. His cock springs free, and I lick my lips.

Leaning forward, I lick the underside of his cock. He shivers, throwing his head back as he takes a handful of my hair, gripping it tightly. The sting of the pull hurts slightly but not much, not enough to stop the moan that escapes me at his roughness.

“Suck it whore, before I make good on my promise and ram it so far down your throat, you choke on it,” he grits out, his tone dark and laced with desire.

My thighs clench, my pajama bottoms soaked from how turned on I am. This man has the ability to turn me into complete mush, his voice sending shivers down my spine and goosebumps rising on my arms.

Glancing up, I keep my eyes trained on him as I shuffle closer, opening my mouth and taking him as far back as I can. My teeth scrape over him, and he lets out another groan. Bringing a hand up, I stroke his length as my mouth sucks on the tip.

“That’s my good whore,” he pants. “Such a good slut for Daddy.” He cups my face, his pupils blown wide with lust as he slowly thrusts into my mouth. “I think you can take more, though.”

I hum my agreement around his cock, and a rumble sounds in his chest. James starts thrusting faster.

At this point, tears are streaming down my face, and I’m struggling to breathe, but watching the look of absolute pleasure on his face as he chases his orgasm, I don’t want to stop.

For once in my life, I feel powerful. That I’m bringing this man to his knees with my mouth. My body.

“That’s it, whore. You gonna let me use this mouth like my own personal fuck toy?”

Yes. Absolutely yes .

Unexpectedly, I’m pulled off, my lips making a popping sound.

“Bend over.”

Nodding my head rapidly, I bend over the bed, my face shoved into the duvet, and my ass in the air. The last time he did this, I was a mess for days after. I can’t help the little thrill of excitement that runs through me that he’ll do it again.

He leans over, whispering in my ear, “Don’t make a sound.” I whimper, and he slaps my ass, the noise ringing throughout the room. “What did I say, slut? Keep quiet or I’ll make you.”

Is it bad that I’m intrigued to see what he means?

Grinding back against him, I wait for his next move, my need dripping down my legs.

James lines himself up, coating himself in my juices before thrusting into me. I hold back the scream that wants to come out as he stretches me to my limits. He leans back over me as he slowly and maddeningly pumps in and out, a hand clamping around my neck, but I need more.

“Do you like being used like the pathetic girl that you are? Hmm?” His breath is hot on my face as he asks his next question, “Does it turn you on knowing how much of a whore you are for my dick?”

A moan escapes me, and he stills instantly.

Fuck!

Wrenching himself away, I immediately go to apologize, but the dark look and clenched jaw stops me. I miss his body heat straight away and shiver from the cold. I watch with bated breath as he walks over to my clothes and starts looking through them.

He comes back a few moments later, and I start panting, eager to know what he’s about to do.

“I told you to keep quiet. But you didn’t listen, so now I’m going to make you.”

James would never hurt me in any way other than for my own pleasure. I trust him completely with my body—my heart, not so much. I may be lacking in the experience department, but I’d gladly take anything this man offers me because I know, deep down, I’ll love it .

He stalks toward me, his normally bright blue eyes darkened. I swallow as my clit pulses in time with my heartbeat. James is like a god brought to life; his chiseled physique, which I love to run my hands over, entices me in a way that no man has ever been able to compare to.

A pair of my panties hangs from his fingers, and I glance at him quizzically. My legs are shaking, and drool is pooling in the corner of my mouth.

Resuming his position behind me, he once again leans over me, stuffing my panties in my mouth. I mumble in shock around them.

“Don’t want Daddy dearest hearing his best friend fucking his daughter, do we?”

My eyes roll back into my head at how naughty that sounds. All of my dreams are coming to life, that my dad’s best friend is, indeed, fucking me.

“Now, where were we?” He runs a finger through my slit, circling my clit. “One slight noise, and my whore doesn’t get to come,” he whispers in my ear.

I nod my head in understanding, the need to come overriding any other response.

Without preamble, James thrusts into me again, and I bite down on my panties, the musky taste of my own juices filling my mouth.

His thrusts grow more urgent, causing me to clutch at the sheets.

With the position I’m in, he’s hitting that spot so deep inside me that there’s a pleasure/pain aspect to it.

My knees knock against the bed, and I’m struggling to keep my legs straight. James notices and grabs my hips, keeping me in the position he needs me in .

I’m trying so hard not to make a sound, but it’s proving more and more difficult, especially with James’s grunts and groans of ecstasy in my ear and our sweat-slicked bodies, slapping against each other.

He stands up, and I nearly scream again, the pleasure/pain sensation feeling more like pain until he reaches around and starts rubbing my clit with his finger. I sink my hips slightly lower, and the pain vanishes, leaving only white hot heat.

“You gonna come for me, whore? Cum all over my dick and lick it clean for me like the dirty cum rag you are?” he whispers in my ear.

I explode. Blacking out for a moment from the intense orgasm that hurtles through my body. I’m twitching, shivering, and shaking as James keeps fucking into me.

My breathing’s heavy as he pulls out of me, I wince slightly, before he’s turning me around and pushing me to my knees.

“Dirty whore’s don’t get my cum in their cunt,” he says as his chest heaves up and down. I watch as he grabs his cock, stroking it leisurely, and twisting his wrist as he gets to the tip. “Open your mouth.”

I don’t hesitate, opening my mouth as wide as I can. He pulls the panties out of my mouth and brings them up to his nose, closing his eyes as he inhales.

Fisting himself harder, he groans, panting, “Stick out your tongue.”

I do as he says, waiting.

James keeps his eyes on me, his muscles tensing in his abdomen before releasing a roar as he comes, his cum spraying all over my face.

I try not to gag as some lands in my mouth, a taste I’m not familiar with.

I close my eyes to avoid getting any in with the majority landing in various places across my face, but mainly in my mouth.

I go to swallow when he says, “Show me. ”

Parting my lips, I stick my tongue out, his cum dribbling from my mouth to my chin. He leans down and captures the leaking cum with his finger, wiping it across my lips.

He growls in appreciation before saying, “Swallow.”

The warm liquid hits the back of my throat and I try not to gag again. This is definitely a taste I’m not sure I’m a fan of.

Once James is satisfied that there’s no cum left in my mouth, he leans in and captures my lips, his tongue exploring my mouth in soft, but firm strokes.

He breaks away first, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. “You take my breath away, pretty girl. You were absolutely sensational,” he praises.

He grips my thighs and picks me up before placing me down on the bed. I watch as he walks into the bathroom, splashing water on his face—probably to get rid of the cum that transferred from my face to his during the kiss.

I spread my legs open as he walks back from the bathroom with a cloth.

He kisses my apex softly, trailing kisses up my body before kissing my lips, and I sigh into him.

He tenderly wipes the cum from my face, his blue eyes filled with an emotion I can’t put my finger on, but I don’t dwell on it too much, trying to bask in the moment.

James gets rid of the cloth and comes back to bed. I curl into his side as he traces patterns on my back.

“You did so well, baby,” he whispers against my head before placing a gentle kiss. “I’m so proud of you.” He hugs me tighter, like he needs me there.

Goosebumps rise on my arms, and a thrill runs through me that I’ve pleased him. This is all I’ve ever wanted and knowing that fills me with a sense of pride.