Page 62 of Never Gonna Lie (Forbidden #2)

Chapter Sixty-Two

JAMES

R aven hasn’t even stepped a foot inside the front door before I’m on her, grabbing her waist and lifting her up. She squeals, making me chuckle. I slap her ass before brushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear and lean in to kiss her.

“Dinner or dessert?” I mumble against her lips, gripping her ass cheeks firmly and loving the feeling of having her back in my arms. Two weeks was too long without her.

We made it work through FaceTime, texts, and phone calls, but it wasn’t the same.

I felt like a part of me had been ripped away, searching for its other half day and night.

I could barely concentrate, wanting her close.

After everything that had gone down, I was a walking mess.

I had Leo with her at all times, but I’d gotten used to having her in my arms and seeing her every day.

Once she’d moved back in with her dad, that changed.

She rubs herself against me, distracting me from my thoughts. “Dessert. ”

“Good answer.”

I walk us to the living room, placing her down on the white couch before standing up and taking my T-shirt off. Raven’s eyes wander across my chest and down to my abs, biting down on her lip.

“See something you like?” My voice is gruff, like gravel. “Of course you do, you’re a needy little slut.”

Her chest heaves up and down, her eyes wide as she nods vigorously.

I move closer, undoing my belt buckle. “Does that cunt of yours need fucking, slut?”

“Yes,” she breathes out.

Dropping my buckle, I bend down and grip her chin, bringing her eyes level with mine. “Yes, what?”

She swallows, her thighs clenching together. “Yes, Daddy.”

I stand up to my full height and continue undressing, pushing my board shorts down, my dick springing free. Raven sits up from her slouched position on the sofa, licking her lips.

“Please, Daddy… can I?” She gestures with her head.

As much as I’d love her hot, wet mouth sucking me off, I have a better idea.

Sliding her to the edge of the sofa, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and tug, her underwear following.

I swipe a finger through her slit, eliciting a loud moan from her that has my rock-hard dick begging for her cunt.

Grabbing Raven by the waist, I pick her up, sitting on the sofa length ways and depositing her on my lap.

Her hands land on my chest as she looks at me, a shy expression on her face.

“Sit on my face, pretty girl.”

Raven stares at me, her cheeks flushing red, before tentatively shuffling herself up my body. When she gets to my neck, she gives me another unsure look, her green eyes boring into mine.

“Don’t make me ask you again, baby,” I growl.

She nods and lifts her hips. Once she’s high enough, I reach for her, pulling her cunt flush with my mouth and feasting on her. The taste of her rolls around on my tongue, and I groan, my dick leaking pre-cum against my stomach.

Raven grips my hair to steady herself, shy at first, but then slowly starts rocking her hips as my tongue spears her cunt, her clit brushing my nose. She keeps grinding on my face, her moans getting louder the closer to her release she gets.

“Fuck, Daddy. I’m gonna come.” She lets out a long, breathy moan as she climaxes, her juices flowing, and I drink them down.

Slowing down my strokes, I let her body shudder as she comes down from her high.

She leans forward, her breath fanning my face as she takes in large gulps of air.

She eventually comes to enough to slide her body down mine, our chests flush.

I lift my head and start placing kisses along her forehead and cheek, breathing in her scent, my arms coming around her to nestle her closer.

Raven nuzzles into the crook of my neck, and even though my dick is rock hard, I couldn’t be happier than I am right now—Raven, safe in my arms.

I need to tell her how I feel. To tell her that I want this, us.

“Raven, I?—”