Page 69 of Raven

A moan escapes her.

“Is that clear, Maddy baby?”

I understand that I just snapped. I understand that she tricked me into this. The slow sweet torture I planned just went to hell. But I need to feel her close, on my cock. And I needed to see her finally let go, not just letting me but enjoying it. Like she does right now.

I keep my lips against her cheek as I keep thrusting into her wet pussy and circling her clit, then pull back and catch the sight of her face.

No, it’s not her body betraying her. Her mind is in this as much as her pussy.

Her eyes are closed. Her thighs fall open wider and wider, taking me in as she clams around my cock.

And then she is coming, orgasming and not hiding it this time. A beautiful moan escapes her. Her arms fly around my shoulders, and she hides her face in the crook of my neck, moaning repeatedly as her hips roll against my fingers and cock.

My hips flex faster at her, snapping into her with the thrusts I can’t control anymore. I let my fingers work her until she starts relaxing against me. That’s when I grip her hips with both hands and thrust into her one more time, letting my own orgasm take over.

I grunt and flex my hips by reflex, closing my eyes and feeling the tension I’ve felt for days ease out of me.

And we stay like this for a short while, both panting, her arms around my neck, her face buried between my shoulder and my jaw.

In this brief moment, while I’m still inside her, feeling myself leak into her, all the feelings come rushing over me at once—the want for her, the satisfaction of finally getting it, the bitterness of losing my patience.

We let go of each other at the same time. Like we both know that post-climax cuddling is not what we signed up for.

Our gazes stay locked. A moment ago, she was openly moaning. Now that well-practiced calmness is back as I tuck myself into my jeans while she fixes her panties, still sitting on the counter but drawing her legs closed in pretend modesty.

She is seemingly back in control when she hops off the counter, except for her flushed cheeks and the way she licks her lips.

I step up to her and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, startling her. She freezes as I study her lovely eyes.

“You are such a prize, Maddy,” I whisper.

A pretty blush creeps up her cheeks. My Mayflower is beautiful with her post-come flush, and my cock twitches in my jeans again at the sight of it.

“We should probably not leave here together,” I say, knowing she doesn’t want to be seen with me.

She nods, and in a second, she’s gone.

For a while, I stare at myself in the mirror, wondering which part of me she hates the most.

A minute later, I walk out and run right into Dr. Hodges.

“Doc.” I nod.

His smile is soft and his eyes over his glasses are curious. “Mr. Levi.”

I walk past him, feeling like a teenager getting caught doing something illegal.

Maddy is in the front hall, leaning against the front desk and chatting with the girl. And she’s staring me down as I walk past, her eyes boring into me with an intensity I can’t quite decipher.

Only when I step outside into the hot, humid evening do I feel angry again.

I snapped. I lost my cool.

I remember the mischievous sparkle in Maddy’s eyes as they followed me to the door. I know what it meant.

She knows she made this happen. For a moment, she made me lose my mind. She coaxed me with her little mockery and teasing touch, her delicious body and pretty eyes. I gave in. What do you know? I keep my cool with hardened criminals and arms dealers, but this pretty thing made me tick. And I have a feeling she is capable of a lot more, like finding things in me that are way out of my control.

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