Page 81 of Raven

I can see her tan lines. She has a dark-golden tan from the Eastside. And the flimsy underwear that covers her most charming parts gives me a peek of those tan lines, the white parts that I want to see.

"Turn around, beautiful girl,” I order, stilling in my chair, because if I move, my hard cock will hurt. “Let me see you. Bra off.”

She turns around slowly, then when she faces me again, she brings her hands to her back and unclasps her bra, letting it fall and exposing her white breasts. The fabric is so lightweight it practically floats as it falls from her fingers.

Fuck, she is perfect.

Her breasts catch my gaze, the white so stark against the rest of her tanned skin. Full breasts, round, perky, nipples like hard pebbles, pink and so delicious that I feel my dick throb.

This is different from the first time she undressed for me. She invited me. She wants to show herself off. She dressed up for it, too. With makeup and hair done, she looks like a completely different person. I like both Maddy and Milena. Except Milena is so much more eager to break the ice. Maybe, that’s because I’m the first person on this island she can freely do so with.

Only her panties and high heels are on. I nod toward her panties. “Take those off. Slowly.”

I'm so hard that it's almost painful, and I'm trying to work out what to say next, do next, considering my Maddy has prepared for this. Did she anticipate this? Has she done this for anyone else?

She scissors the panties with her two fingers on each hip and slowly tugs them down. She shifts her hips letting the fabric fall to the floor, then gracefully steps out of them.

Where the fuck did she learn that?

I openly study her naked in front of me, doing a slow turn around, only in her heels, her perky breasts, taut abdomen, the smudge of hair above her bare pussy. A little smile on her lips and that gaze—that fucking sparkling gaze—boring into me with desire.

She takes slow steps toward me, nudges my knees for me to part my legs wider, and steps between them. I bring my hands to rest on her hips. Her hands slide to my shoulders, then into my hair. The thick pleasure of her touch sends shivers down my body.

There’s so much of her in front of me, so much skin. I want to lick into her belly button, and then I do, lean in and kiss her belly, then slowly kiss my way down toward her bare pussy.

Her hand fists the hair on the back of my head and gently tugs at it, making me lean back, then tugs it down more, making me lift my head and meet her eyes.

Hers are smiling. I glance at her neck, and that hummingbird pulse is right there, tapping from beneath her skin. Sweet Maddy is determined but still nervous.

She bends her leg and sets her knee on the chair between my thighs, right up against my hard-on. She leans down, her lips brush against my cheek, and for a moment, I think she’s going to kiss me. My body flares up at the mere thought of it. But she moves her lips closer to my ear and whispers, “Will you let me be in charge for a while?”

My heartbeat quickens in an instant.

I keep caressing her hips, then slowly slide my hand between her legs and brush my fingers along her center, just barely touching, picking up the moisture so abundant that I might come just at the fact that she is already soaked for me.

She might not like me. She might even despise me for what I blackmailed her into. But this is a business deal. And by now, I know how to make her body purr. I’ll do it enough times to make her addicted. A girl like Maddy will never fall for a guy with a record like mine. But she’ll want more of my touch. This might not be enough for someone else, but I learned that love is a privilege. I’m not a privileged guy. I always took what I wanted or bargained for it.

And here she is, rolling her hips in that delicious way, asking for more as I stroke her pussy with a feather-light touch that she is trying to push in.

But she has it under control. At least, she tries. She pulls back, takes my hand in hers, and tugs. “Come.”

She leads me to her bed in that sexy cat-like walk, and I stare at her bare butt, wanting to lick between those perfect globes, all that white skin in stark contrast with the rest of the tan.

She stops by the bed. “Shirt off.”

Again, I agreed to this. So, I peel my shirt off and wait for what she does next.

She moves onto the bed, crawls to the middle of it, then leans back on her hands, showing herself off to me.

Her tanned, toned legs are slightly parted. She shifts, opening them wider, bending one just slightly, as if by accident but I know completely intentional. I catch a tiny peek of her pink clit. And she catches me glancing at it, her gaze acquiring that cute dare.

Milena fucking Tsariuk, here you are.

I like her in this role, seemingly dominant. I knew that if I dug deeper, I’d find the real Milena. And I wasn’t digging for dirt but for her true self. Of all people, I wanted to be the one to know it.

She is mesmerizing. She is a seductress. I noticed that she gets a little nervous around me. But she is not shy, that’s for sure. By the looks of it, she is not afraid to ask for what she wants either.

Right now, she wants sex. She pats the bed next to her. “Come here.”

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