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Raven’s pussy is clamping down already, tightening around my fingers. She is fisting the pillow and moves one hand back to grab my hair.
I tilt my face so I can cover her mouth with mine. She lifts her head more and turns her face sideways. Kissing me back frantically.
Raven starts to come, and I swallow her moans into my mouth. She is whimpering as our tongues twirl, her hips rocking at their own pace, chasing the friction of my fingers. I grip down on her hips, guiding her draining body as I pump my fingers in, rubbing her clit with my other hand.
As Raven steadies her breathing, I lift off of her, realizing I must be crushing her with my weight. Lying back, I grab the back of her arm to flip her and pull her to my chest.
Her eyes land on my tented pants. My hard cock is straining against my sweatpants, reaching out to her. Hazel eyes peek up at me, before flickering back down.
I stroke my dick through my sweatpants. “This is what you do to me.”
Raven lifts off my chest and drops down. Making space for herself between my thighs, she leans down, pulling at my waistband. I lift my hips, so she can pull my sweatpants down.
Raven kisses my abs, my lower abdomen, and grabs my shaft with her small hand. I can already feel a drop of pre-cum fall from my dick. Raven leans forward, mouth open, and flicks the liquid off my dick with her tongue.
“Shit.” I immediately hiss.
She licks the tip of my cock again, finally closing her lips around me. My hips immediately buck forward, pushing further into her mouth.
Fuck me. If this isn’t the best sight, I have ever seen. I am staring at her, awestruck, lust-filled, a man obsessed. Raven wraps her fingers around my shaft. She is sucking and pumping me. I don’t know how long I can hold back. Brushing her hair back, I tug her restlessly, racing off to the finish line.
“Shit baby, I am gonna come.” I pull her mouth off me, by yanking on her hair, right on time as warm semen lands on her hand and my stomach.
“Shit. Shit. Oh, God.”
Looking over my nightstand, I reach for the box of Kleenex. I clean myself up and pass her the box to clean up her hands. I get her back on my chest, as we lie in a post-coitus cuddle.
I am beyond content. After what seems like forever, I didn't have to fight her every step of the way. She came just as hard as I did. Why doesn't she understand how good we have it?
After some time goes by, I feel her stir. I have a feeling that she is going to try to slip back to her or Mia’s room, despite her promise.
When Raven tries to move, I flip her over, bracing one hand on each side of her head.
“I’m not done with you,” I growl into her ear, nipping at it with my teeth. Maybe I need to slow down and take a breather. Even as I think about it, I know I won’t. This is the first time in so long she is not fighting me. In my sick mind, I know I won't be able to blackmail her again, once my parents leave. I plan to take full advantage of this situation.
I kiss her, then dip down and lick up the side of her neck. I push her legs open, spreading her wide. I look right into her eyes, stopping for a single, heart-pounding second.
“You are so beautiful,” I murmur. I press my fingers down on her clit, but on the opposite side of the area, I stimulated when I went down on her. Her pussy is still wet.
Raven gives nothing away with her expressions. After a little while, she finally throws her head back and finds her low voice. She moans and rasps out, “Oh, God.”
She starts to whimper profusely. Soon enough, Raven gives out another earth-shattering moan as she orgasms. I don’t wait for a second longer, as I slip inside her, thrusting into her till I come.
Afterward, I settle her back on my chest. I grab onto her as hard as I can, not entirely believing that she is going to stay through the night.
CHAPTER 9
December 2nd, 2015
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Raven
I am getting changed into my sleeping clothes when I hear my door fly open and find Milo stepping in. I roll my eyes. I have had a grueling day between school and dance practice. The last thing I want to do is deal with Milo.
He has been on a mission to talk about us. He is manipulating me into sex. And doesn't stop when I tell him to. There is nothing I can do about it. So what the hell is there to talk about?
"We have to talk," Milo says, predictably.
