Page 68 of Raven

“A problem?”

“Yes. We had a clear agreement. That you want to be in my bed.” Her expression hardens as she locks eyes with me. “And nowhere in that deal did you say that I had to make up for your sexual impotence.”

For a second, I feel like I misheard her. “Say that again?”

“I am not a sex therapist, Raven,” she says, fixing her dress straps, though there is nothing wrong with them. “If you can’t perform, it’s not my problem. But I didn’t sign up for your little experiments so you can resolve the issue with not being able to get it up.”

Are you kidding me?

She gently pushes past me and walks to the door, unlocking it and opening it when my startled mind snaps back into place.

I lunge at her, push the door shut, and lock it again. In a split second, I grab her by her waist and whip her around, stepping into her until her butt hits the counter. In another second, I lift her to seat her on top of it, push her legs open, then step between them and pull her against me.

“Does it feel like I’m incapable?” I hiss, pushing my hard-on against her.

She is playing. She is teasing. And she is making me oh-so fucking angry right now.

She cocks a brow. “It doesn’t feel like anything.”

“Oh, yeah?” I push into her through my jeans, my hard dick ready to poke a hole in it.

“What is it, Raven?” Her hand slides between us and palms my erection, making me dizzy with want. “You are all talk and no walk. It’s suspicious.”

I will impale her, I swear.

I reach for my jeans and unbutton them, then undo the zipper, take her hand, and slide it into my jeans.

She palms my erection through my boxers, and both her brows flick up. She leans in and murmurs, “This doesn’t prove anything,” her lips brushing against my skin, and then—I must have imagined it—licks me with the tip of her tongue.

“No?” I grunt, dragging my lips over her jawline with half-kisses.

“No.” Her hands start pushing my jeans and boxers down, and I let her. My own hand slides between her legs again, under the strip of her panties that are completely soaked-soaked-soaked. You could wring those little things out. I can fucking smell her arousal.

My fingers slip over her drenched pussy, and her hand wraps around my hard cock.

“Wasn’t this part of the deal?” Her hand starts rubbing my hardness as I push it into her hand harder while my fingers rub her clit.

“It is,” I say, both of us slightly grunting.

“Then I want to know what I got in this deal,” she says.

And there’s no stopping me. Her touch feels too good. Her fingers circle my cockhead, and she practically pulls me by my cock closer and brings it against her center.

I know she is clean. I know she has a contraception implant. I wanna say I planned it like this, but I sure didn’t plan on jealousy or anger at her daring to disobey.

“I want you bare,” I say, pushing just slightly against her opening. “Say yes. You have an implant. I know it.”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

I thrust inside her in one powerful stroke, burying myself in her almost to the hilt.

She cries out, her mouth open in a gasp.

“You are mine, Maddy,” I say, pull out, and thrust into her again. “Just to be clear.” I pull out and snap my hips at her, thrusting deep. Feels so fucking good. “While we have this arrangement…” I start upping the pace, and her hands grip my shoulders, and mine grip her thighs, holding her in place. “… you don’t touch any other guy.” I thrust in faster, unable to hold back the pleasure of being inside her, bare. “You don’t even give them an illusion,” I grunt, fucking her at an increasing rhythm, “that you are available.”

I shift my hand between her legs and start rubbing her clit as I fuck her.

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