Chapter Eight
Rachel
I shiver, secretly turned on by his words, by the idea that being near me could matter that much to anyone. I was used to being an afterthought for the people who mattered most to me as a kid. I know I’m not over that. Will maybe never get over it.
Even with Zoe, who I know loves me like a sister, I’m careful never to push for more than she offers. I’m careful to not hold on very tight, in case she decides to leave. I think about the panic I’d felt when she got together with C because I’d seen that he immediately became the most important person in her life. Then I was the most alone that I’d ever been. Growing up I’d had my mom and Zoe. When my mom took off and never came back for me, I pretended not to care, but I was secretly devastated. I knew I’d been a pain over our last year together, but I never expected her to just leave me behind. After that Zoe was the only person I had left. Until she chose C.
“Well?” Sasha asks.
I shrug because no matter how casually he asks the question, I don’t think it’s a casual question. “I’m not telling you.”
He swats my ass and then squeezes it. “No?”
“No.”
He lifts me and takes me to the bed. He lays me across his lap and then he lays down several spanks before raising the T shirt and exposing my ass.
I reach back for the sheet, but he pins my arm in the small of my back and spanks me several more times. The heat and sting cause a riot of sensations throughout my whole body. My nipples tighten, my breath grows short, and my pussy dampens.
“Tell me no again,” he says, rubbing my warm ass.
“No.”
The corner of his mouth curves up. The almost playful swats are gone. He peppers my ass with firm blows.
“Oh, my God. Don’t,” I say, but my voice is breathy.
He squeezes me, his hand cooler now than my flesh. He rolls me onto my back and pushes my legs open. He lowers himself, licking between my legs.
“Being spanked is a rough you’ll learn to like,” he says, giving my pussy an open-mouthed kiss that makes me writhe. He crawls up the bed and pushes his thick cock slowly into me. When did he get hard?
God, he feels good. I arch my back.
I bite my lip. I’m sore from earlier, but it still feels amazing. He can strike something in my core that drives me wild. My pussy drips with desire.
An expression of dark pleasure passes over his face. “You like it that deep?”
I realize immediately that other girls must not enjoy the ache that comes from him banging against their cervixes. I do.
“Look how you spread your legs for me,” he says. He kisses me and his dark eyes are lit with lust and excitement. “I didn’t think anything could be better than the way you sucked my cock, but I was wrong.”
I’m tongue-tied for a moment, not used to crude talk that I find sexy and embarrassing at the same time. I close my eyes and concentrate on how good this feels.
He lowers himself onto me, putting an arm under me. His weight is both welcome and suffocating. He ruts harder. He’s so powerful, almost inhuman. My body is a willing sacrifice.
My pussy clamps down around him, clenching and unclenching.
“Fuck, Raven,” he growls, jerking hard and spilling his cum into me in warm jets.
