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“Don’t you know that naughty girls never get what they want?” he teased. He hefted Raya’s hips with his spare hand, and drew his other away from her clit. Joel smacked her ass hard, savoring that extremely satisfying smack and the groan that dripped like the purest honey from Raya’s parted lips.
“I think you’re giving me everything that I want,” Raya said. Her voice was weak, and she had to interrupt herself more than once to get in a sharp breath. They’d hardly gone more than a little intense foreplay, and she was soaking her metaphorical panties.
Joel grinned at that, and gave Raya’s ass another spank. The slap that followed pleasantly rang through the room, reverberating off the pristine walls. “Maybe you should learn to keep that big mouth of yours shut,” he chided.
“You know you love it,” Raya quipped.
Joel laughed, caressing Raya’s ass in his hands. She was soft like a child, despite her affliction of riding horses as often and for as long as she could. He liked that in a girl, loving that she could let go of traditions and be exactly who she wanted to be.
“If I didn’t, we wouldn’t be sharing a bed,” Joel said.
He leaned forward, and stole the girl’s lips in another heated kiss. She moaned into his mouth, spreading her lips wide for him. Joel took the hint, and eagerly dove his tongue into her mouth. No matter how many times he got the opportunity, it was just as good as the first time to run his tongue along her teeth. He searched out every part of her mouth with his tongue, imagining what good she could do with it if she were to put it to other uses—but he would save that for another day.
Raya felt like the kiss lasted for ten years instead of just under a minute. She couldn’t breathe, and her head was swimming. The only way to keep time was with the frantic beating of her heart, and even that wasn’t good enough. The beating against her chest was so frantic, feeling like a young bird trapped within a gilded cage that was just a fraction too small. Joel seemed to have the key to her cage, and with each of his kisses and touches, he was unlocking the door and setting her free.
With the sharp gasp of air, they pulled away from each other. Raya’s lips were still parted, flushed and puffed out from kissing. Joel leaned forward and kissed her bottom lip, to break a small strand of silvery saliva that had formed. They stared into each other’s eyes, hardly daring to break the contact. It was as though the world had stopped for them, solely to allow Raya time to admire Joel’s eyes. At first, she had thought they were just darkly colored, but with the golden light of sunset filtering through the giant bay windows, it was clear that they were so much more.
“I want you, Joel,” she whispered. “I need you. I need everything about you, your kiss, your touch, your mystery.” With each need, her tone dropped, mimicking the purr that Joel had been fronting for so long, with the intention of sending tingles to the girl’s sensitive bits.
“I need this,” Joel replied. He reached up, and put a hand on Raya’s cheek. She had the tiniest trace of baby fat, stubborn to hang on until she was a little older. He longed for the day he could see her as a proper woman, full grown and rearing to take the world by surprise. “I need everything about you.”
“Take me, then,” Raya commanded, though her voice was still soft. She would never dare to order Joel around, not when she was on the receiving end of his ministrations.
“With pleasure,” Joel replied.
He looked so much like that wolf that Raya had first imagined him as, that it sent a cold fear through her body. Joel leaned over the bed, and grabbed a bottle of expensive, scented oil that he had purchased in a city back east. He couldn’t remember which one exactly, but the woman had convinced him that it would send any girl into the throes of passion with him. In his eyes, he and Raya were already there, falling over the edge and further into the pits.
Joel uncapped the vial of oil, and let a drop fall onto the spot between Raya’s breasts, before the bone branched into her curved ribs. She inhaled sharply, and threw her head back. The oil dripped down her chest, following the curve of her ribs and down her waist. Goosebumps had erupted where the oil dropped on her, though the liquid wasn’t cold.
“It might hurt,” Joel said. He wanted to give her fair warning, it was only what a gentleman should do. He was sitting between Raya’s lifted knees, staring at her and taking in the glory that was her body.
“I don’t care,” Raya said. “If I had cared, I wouldn’t be here right now.”
Joel gave a little nod to the girl’s reasoning. He sat back on the balls of his feet, and pulled down the denim of his pants. Without his belt to hold them up, they trailed down his legs, followed by thin underwear, easily. Raya watched with unabashed attention. She refused to look away as Joel exposed himself, his girth springing to life and looking like everything that Raya had ever wanted in a man.
He poured the oil onto his hand, and then rubbed it onto his pulsating cock, making quite the show of it for Raya. Joel could see the slick dripping from her tight hole, begging for him to fuck her with no mercy, to go long and hard and deep until she was screaming his name and seeing stars. He twisted his hand as he pumped himself, swiping his thumb over the slit in the tip until he thought he was properly lubed up.
Raya had been expecting pain, but the fierce fire that shot from her lower back to the base of her skull was nothing like she had been preparing herself for. “What are you doing?” she snapped. As far as she knew—as far as her pleasure-deluded mind could tell—Joel was entering her body through her second, puckered hole.
“Trust me,” Joel said. He had pushed halfway into the girl, feeling her muscles clench and tense around him. “Relax,” he coaxed, slipping his hand to Raya’s pussy. He slipped a finger inside of her, and like a dynamite explosion, her body jolted. However, she relaxed all the same.
“Why should I trust you?” Raya asked, her chest heaving up and down. “You took me from my father, I don’t even know if you’re taking care of him, you could have hurt my sister, you’re hurting me right now.”
“Because I love you,” Joel said, as though it was obvious. He was holding Raya’s gaze with his own intense stare as he pushed into her the rest of the way.
Raya had no more complaints. It only took one thrust, and stars were dancing across her vision. It was better than she had ever imagined something could be, and she felt as though each of her nerves was on fire. Joel moved with her body, finding all of the right places inside of her, and crooking his fingers that were still safely sheathed in her. It was all too much, the boiling, bubbling fire rising within her. In that moment, she understood why Michaela had become the town whore.
It was fun, and it was amazing.
“You’re such a good girl,” Joel praised as he fucked the girl, using quick, hard thrusts that soon had the headboard bumping against the wall, rattling the frames that rested there.
Raya couldn’t be bothered to reply, her head thrown back in the heat of the moment. Thoughts were forming in her head, but she couldn’t articulate them past the lustful repetition of Joel’s name and the way silken syrup poured from her lips, begging Joel for more.
He did as she commanded, thrusting into her however she wanted. Hours seemed to pass, the air turning hot and muggy around them. The sun was just barely peeking over the horizon, and the moon was high in the sky. When Joel pushed another finger into Raya and moved them around in time with his thrusts, it was all over for her.
Her entire body seemed to freeze up, that heat that had once been consuming her turning ice cold. When she relaxed, the heat was back. Joel had pulled out of her, flaccid once more after spilling his seed deep inside of the girl. She could feel a steady leak between her legs, from both of her entrances, and knew that she was ruining the sheets.
“Did you mean what you said?” Raya asked after a moment of heavy panting, both trying to regain their breaths. “About loving me?”
