Page 44 of Lunatic
“Such a pretty little slut. You gorgeous fucking girl. You’re my pretty little slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she moans, and I climb between her legs, needing to taste her inside out.
The man known for his violence drags his fingers down my skin, with a gentle touch that has my flesh tingling, and wanting more. He swipes the pad of his thumb over one nipple, and then the other, as he moves his heated gaze along with his fingertips, with an expression of something that looks like amazement. Like he’s never seen a woman naked before, as if he’s never seen me without clothes on.
He trails his lips beside his fingers, sucking and nipping as he makes his way down my body and I can’t stop the moan that slips out of me.
“Raven.”
Pushing my legs back, exposing me completely to him, he blows on my clit. I arch my back, as I cry out in need. My body is wound tight from all the teasing on the bus, and I’m desperate for his tongue.
“What should I do with this beautiful body?”
“Whatever you want to,” I blurt out, pathetically.
Chuckling against the inside of my thigh, he bites my flesh, and I yelp from the sting.
“Tell me what you need, pretty girl. Tell me how you want me to make you come.”
Tears spring to my eyes, making me feel like an emotional wreck.
“I don’t know. I don’t even know what I like.”
Sex with Sullivan was always violent and forced. In the asylum, despite having a few orgasms, I was only ever taken by force. “Maybe I don’t even like sex.”
He gets onto his knees and shakes his head.
“I don’t believe that. Do you like this?”
He takes his cock into his hand and grips it hard, as he moves his palm up and down his length. My eyes are locked on him, as my breathing increases with every movement.
I dart my tongue out and wet my lips, as he smears his pre-cum over the tip with his thumb.
“You like this, don’t you, filthy girl? You’re wondering if I’ll stop before painting your beautiful body with my cum.”
“Yes,” I admit, through a near pant.
“You want to be owned, Bianca. You want me to do filthy things to you. I know you said you didn’t want it before, butyou’re a beautiful liar. You fucking wanted it then, but not like youdo now.”
I want to deny it, and tell him he’s wrong, but I can’t. Raven’s touch is everything I want and need. Even when he hunted me like an animal, in the basement of the asylum, I still liked the way he made my body feel. The way his eyes followed my every movement with scorching heat. He looks at me like I’m something, instead of nothing. It’s addictive, this feeling of being needed, of being enough. I’m so used to everything I do being wrong. It didn’t matter what I did with Sullivan, it always pissed him off. But with Raven, simply breathing is enough. I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop. After the newness wears off, will everything change?
“Bianca!” He snaps, as he tilts his head and flashes me a glare.
“Stop thinking. All that matters right now is this moment. Not the past, and not the future. Only the present. Right now, what do you want?”
I swallow hard and breathe, “You. Everything. I want you to use me like you did before.”
“Fucking hell,” he growls, as he moves up the bed and places a knee on either side of my head.
“You’re such a good girl for me.”
He rubs the head of his cock over my lips, coating them with his wetness, and I dart my tongue out to taste it. A moan slips out of me and he takes advantage of it, pushing into my mouth with a groan that makes my core clench with anticipation.
Raven pulls his hips back and snaps them forward, hitting the back of my throat with his cock. When I gag on his length, he doesn’t slow down, it only spurs him on.
“Good girl. Gag on my cock.”
Tears spring to my eyes and fall down my cheeks. Continuing to fuck my mouth, he reaches down, wiping the tears away with the pad of his thumb, before sucking it into his mouth.
