Finding the Raven: A Post-Apocalyptic Romance (The Mountain Tribe Book 2) by Sarah Blake

Finding the Raven: A Post-Apocalyptic Romance (The Mountain Tribe Book 2) by Sarah Blake

Author:Sarah Blake [Blake, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-12-05T16:00:00+00:00


15

Raven straightens up, kneeling again above me, his lips and chin glistening with moisture, his pupils so big and black that I can’t even make out his irises.

I want to touch him, to put my hands on him, my mouth, anything.

But instead, I lie below him, still catching my breath, and watch with surprise as he yanks down his leathers himself and pulls out his dick.

Fuck.

I had only imagined, only wondered, what he would look like. But all my fantasizing is nothing compared to the real sight of him before me.

More beautiful golden skin is bared to my eyes.

The long, tawny length of him in his own hand, the flushed, swollen head leaking a bead of moisture onto my knee, still shaking under him.

He has the biggest, and most beautiful, cock I’ve ever seen in my life.

In a mirror to his earlier actions, I lick my lips, wondering what he would taste like, what that little peal of pre-cum would feel like on my tongue.

Raven wraps his hands around himself and gives one hard tug, and I watch in rapt fascination as his eyes roll back slightly, his bared chest heaving breaths.

He does it again, parting his lips and sweeping his tongue over the bottom.

Holy shit.

He’s…touching himself to the taste of my pussy. It should be awkward, or shameful, but it’s not.

I’ve never seen anything hotter than Raven jerking off his huge dick over me, my taste still on his lips and his breaths coming in short little bursts.

I don’t move, not wanting him to stop, not wanting his dirty show to end.

“Open your legs,” he groans.

At his command, my knees fall open, and Raven focusses that intense, burning gaze on my pussy, still tender from his attentions and wet from his spit and my own juices.

He growls, like some hungry, possessive animal, and keeps fucking his hand to the sight of me.

My cheeks burn with an intoxicating mix of shock, embarrassment, and desire. I stare in awe as his hand works faster over himself, his strokes tighter.

“You are mine, little female,” he grates out, his words punctuated with rough breaths. “Mine.”

I watch as he moans, his hand speeding up until he’s gasping, his tanned cheeks red with exertion.

He throws his head back, his hips bucking forward, and then his hot cum is spurting over my stomach, my thighs, my pussy.

It’s like some primal, barbaric claiming, like his seed is marking me as his.

It’s dominating.

It’s primitive.

I’ve never wanted anything more. I want to bathe in the warmth, in the scent of him.

He collapses over me, our naked bodies slick with his cum between us, and even though I just had two earth shattering orgasms all I can think about is that I want more.

More Raven. More pleasure.

Maybe I’m in shock, or maybe I’m drunk from his mouth, because I suddenly want to giggle at the intensity of him, of what we just shared.

I’ve never experienced anything like it. I lived with Mike, we were engaged, but it’s like all the sex I’ve had before is a tiny grain of sand and Raven is an ocean.



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