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She gets my full attention every time, and she fucking knows it.
When she wiggles her hips, sending her wet cunt slipping over my hand, her clit rubbing against my prone knuckle, realization dawns.
My Raven is trying to bait me.
I chuckle under my breath and uncurl my fingers and cover her sweet pussy with my palm.
She’s fucking soaked. For me.
That possessive side of me that’s always right below the surface when it comes to her heaves forward. The tips of my fingers press right against her clit. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, hard enough to feel the sting of pain.
If she wants to play, then let’s fucking play. I won’t ruin her fun and let her know that I figured out her little ploy. Where’s the fun in that?
I flutter my fingers softly, just barely brushing her clit. “What’s mine, Raven?”
“All of it,” she says with a breathy little sigh that sounds more like a moan, her head tilting to the right and her lids falling closed.
I scrape my teeth over the pulse point in her neck, my eyes locked on her face through the mirror in front of us. The lighting is low and leans dark yellow from the metal sconces around the room. But it’s bright enough in here for me to see her pupils dilate with pleasure before her eyes close and her lips part on a gasp.
I bury my smirk and swirl my tongue over the tender spot on her neck, my fingers never stopping their slow circles. The noise from the club is muted, like the persistent rumble of a train miles away. And by some grace of fate, the bathroom remains empty. As much as I would kill anyone for laying their unworthy eyes on her like this, I can’t deny the voyeuristic thrill that heats my blood at the sheer idea of her taking my aching cock somewhere we could get caught.
“Eyes on me, Raven. I want to see the look in your eyes when this pretty pussy strangles my cock.”
Her chest rises on a deep inhale and her eyes fly open. Our gazes connect and she arches her neck even further, offering me her throat like she’s submitting. There’s something so fucking primal about it that I can’t stop my body’s reaction any more than I can explain it.
I glide my fingers from her clit and slide them inside of her at the same time I scrape my teeth against her pulse. She lets out a noise of pure need and arches back into my hand.
“Good girl,” I say against her neck. Goosebumps sprout from where my lips touch her soft skin.
I fuck her with my fingers slowly, too slowly if her impatient little hip rolls are anything to go by. I slip my hand holding her dress around her front, bringing the fabric with me, and make sure there is enough room between her stomach and the sink. I’m not so far gone in hunger to not remember I need to be gentler with her—we all do.
I can taste her lust in the air, sweet and addictive like ambrosia. With each thrust inside of her, I watch her face and commit it to memory. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen when she comes.
“Please, please.” She rocks against my hand, dipping and rolling her hips just like she did on the dance floor fifteen minutes ago.
I run my lips along her neck and scissor my fingers inside her pussy. A sweep of my thumb along her asshole has her cunt gripping my fingers like a fucking vise. My blood hums with a light tremble underneath my skin, desire slamming against my bones. She’s fucking addicting, and I crave her like nothing else in this life.
“Soak my fingers, Raven.”
It’s all she needs before she clenches around my fingers, moaning her release.
“Such a good girl.” My dick is hard enough to stage a fucking riot, pressing almost painfully against the zipper of my suit pants. I palm it with my free hand, but it does nothing to alleviate the mounting desire created by this siren in front of me. With my fingers still slowly gliding in and out of her, I unzip my pants. My cock springs free, resting against her perfect fucking ass.
She gasps and looks over her shoulder, contorting her body to keep my fingers inside of her and still see me behind her. She flicks her fucking bedroom eyes from my hand wrapped around my cock to my eyes and back again.
“Fuck me, Rafael.”
I stroke myself with a firm grip, imagining it was my cock inside her tight heat instead of my fingers. If I slid into her now, I’d fucking embarrass myself. I squeeze the tip before stroking up and down, a torturously slow pace.
She faces forward and holds my gaze in the mirror. “If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to drag Matteo in here and have him—”
The quiet tear of her thong ripping wrenches through the air, halting her bullshit gauntlet. We both know she’s not going to drag my brother in here to clean up this beautiful mess I made.
My fingers swap with my cock in record time. The head of my cock nudges her entrance, and I hold her there. Her pussy clenches around me, as if she can pull me inside her from will alone. A bead of sweat rolls down my temple, my body fucking overheating. My restraint deserves a fucking award for tonight, and while I’m thinking of all the shit I can to not fucking come the second I’m balls-deep, she takes charge.
She uses her leverage on the sink to push back, sinking my cock inside of her until she’s taken every last inch. I don’t know where she ends and I begin. It feels like a goddamn religious experience every time I’m inside of her. It’s statistically impossible for it to be so good—and get fucking better—every single time.
I thank whatever fucking good deed I did in a past life to deserve this absolute angel that I call mine.
