Page 19 of Never Gonna Lie
Don’t think about her ass. Don’t think about her ass.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she laughs as she clenches her thighs.
“Try me,” I growl.
Shutup, James.
I expect her to continue laughing it off, but what Idon’texpect is for the next words that come pouring out of her mouth seductively.
“Daddy.”
Well, shit.
A deep rumble starts low in my chest as I reach over and grasp her hips. She squeals as I flip her, her feet dangling off the arm of the sofa and her head resting on the cushion.
“I warned you, pretty girl,” I growl, gently caressing her ass, and trying not to think of all the ways Drew’s going to kill me so he can bring me back to life only to do it all over again for daring to touch his daughter.
“Please,” she whimpers, “touch me.”
I chuckle darkly. “Oh, I’m going to touch you, but not in the way you want. In the way your body’s craving me to.”
I keep stroking the delectable globe of her ass, the skin soft under my rough palm as I silently curse my hardening dick. I bring my hand down, the resounding smack echoing throughout the room, and I breathe deeply. A rush of euphoria washes through me as her ass starts glowing a subtle pink. I watch it, mesmerized.
All thoughts leave me, and I curse myself for not taking this more seriously. I’m better than this. “What’s your safe word?”
Raven lifts her head and looks at me in confusion. “Huh? Safe word? I don’t understand.”
“It’s a word to stop this at any time. Let’s start with something simple. Red for stop. Yellow for okay, but I’m reaching my limit, and green for good,” I explain. “You say red and we stop immediately, understood?”
“Uh…”
I grip her chin and force her head back to look at me. “Do. You. Understand?”
“Ye-yes. Red, stop. Yellow, okay. Green, good.” She nods, her eyes wide with lust and a flush to her cheeks.
My hand slaps down, hard, and she gasps, a moan leaving her lips. “You like that?” I groan, my body on fire at the sounds escaping her lips. I slap her again, gently rubbing my hand where it landed. The beautiful pink glow starts to bloom into more of a red as my handprint starts to form.
“Daddy, please,” Raven begs, and the sound goes straight to my dick. My hips thrust up of their own accord, trying to find my own friction against her.
I lean forward, growling against the shell of her ear, “You want to come, baby?”
“Yes, please, please, I want to come,” she pleads.
“Tough. You pushed me too far, pretty girl. You don’t get to come.” Raven tries to get up, but I hold her to me firmly. “Color.”
“James,” she whines, as she continues to wiggle in my grip.
“Color,” I reiterate. I’m not carrying on until she tells me where she stands. I want to push her, just like she’s pushing me, but I won’t do anything she’s not comfortable with.
“Green. Always green with you,” she breathes out.
My chest aches at her words, and I have to stop the urge to rub where she hit me—my heart.
Chapter Thirteen
RAVEN
My body feels like an electric current’s flowing through it—one slight touch ofanythingand I’ll combust.
