My Summer Girl

Chapter Forty-One

Raevar

Slip – Anees

What the fuck am Idoing?

What is happening?

Her lips are on mine, and my palms are pressed against her. One on her ass, the other gripping her stomach in the most possessive way I’ve ever offered. All her curves, her stretch marks, and those thick fucking thighs have me near losing my mind.

She’s sexy as hell, and the fact that she has more to give only makes me want to rut into her until I put a baby inside her.

My cock throbs with the craving for her. I’ve never allowed myself to feel this. This overwhelming obsession to bury myself inside her, finally claim her as mine, and be hers forever.

Pressing against my pants, I beg for her not to run from the hardness or the fact that if she’d give me an inch, I’d fuck her without thinking twice.

Would she even want that?

“Do you remember how you asked me for help?” I pointedly ask, thinking of how maddening it was to watch her with others. “You asked me to guide them, to show them exactly what you like. Can you imagine what it was like having you splayed out in the open, touched, licked, and fucked and I couldn’t even do it for them?”

She gasps, her eyes widening in shock and a bit of shame. All while I let out a groan that’s both husky and agonized in its depth.

“It’s the way they couldn’t flick your clit or suck it properly. How there are two spots inside of you that bring you pleasure, or the way your clit morphs when you’re excited, latching onto clits and sliding up and down cocks that didn’t deserve you.” My voice deepens, the lust and denial warring inside me.

I used to stand and kneel and force other monster’s faces deeper between her thighs when they were doing it wrong, wanting to shove them away and take their place. I’d have done anything for her, and the scent of her arousal when I couldn’t have her was so fucking maddening.

When our gazes connect, I see the desperation and desire mirrored there. “I could’ve pleased you. I wanted to. Since I couldn’t, I showed them exactly what to do,” I continue.

“I know, Raev. I know,” she woefully admits, using the name Dulce uses with me. Part of me liking the sound of it, the other wishing she’d call her hers. “I didn’t think it bothered you. You never said anything.”

My eyebrows raise of their own accord and then I narrow them, wondering how she could think I’d betray the vows I made to her at eighteen summers—to never love another. I failed. “What was I supposed to do? You are mi reina, my queen, the fucking ruler of this entire realm. I would’ve taken a sword to the chest if you so much as asked me to.”

Her hand rests against her chest as it rises and falls heavily. My words are not only hitting her, but I can tell she’s fighting her own attraction. Clenching my jaw so I don’t shout “Tell me no! Let me put myself out of the misery of not being yours!”

“But you were hurting...” She trails off. Vera’s eyes shutter before she brings her hands to my head, running them through my hair. Hair I never allow to be down and messy as it is now. “I don’t want your pain, Raevar.”

Her words wound me and I flinch from them. Did she not see my constant battle? The way as soon as she orgasmed and sent her partners away, that I’d run far the fuck away and jerk myself until my cock numbed itself from the action?

“I’d do it again,” I say. “I’d rip out my own heart and hand it to you. That’s how integral your happiness is to me.”

“I-I didn’t know,” she stutters, her eyes glistening with regret. I reach forward and swipe them with my thumbs.

“I won’t let you run away again. You may not see it yet, maybe it’ll take forever, but you’re mine Vera. From the moment my eight year old self met your twelve year old self, crying about the deaths of my parents, you were my entire world,” I harshly admit and demand. “You were mine the moment you cared enough to stop your dancing to notice and acknowledge my pain as if it were your own.”

Her lip trembles as she clenches my hair. “I didn’t realize you felt that way,” she whispers, her fingers going to her lips as if she still feels the same sensation I do.

The way our skin buzzes together. We’re meant to be. Solera is never wrong in her pursuit of destiny.

Nor are the Fates.

Es mía.

Just as much as Dulce and Vex are.

“Raev—” For the third and final time I stop her, placing two fingers on her lips.

“For once in your life, shut that pretty fucking mouth and give in.”

She lets out a little huffy squeak as if she’s both charmed and annoyed with me. I don’t let her dwell. Instead, I grab her jaw and crash our lips together once more.

This time isn’t sweet or gentle. I fuck her mouth like I want to do her cunt, with force and passion. Unraveling us both with each stroke of my tongue.

I take no pause as my palm glides up her stomach, pushing up her top, grabbing her breast with need.

They’re massive and pierced, the metal barbell rubbing against me as I massage her. Her lips separate from mine to moan and whimper, and I take her lips, biting them and grinding against her.

She takes that as her own sign, rubbing her pussy against my waist, wanting friction. It’d be so easy to slide one hand down, reach between her thighs, and press her swollen clit until she cries for me.

“Tell me to stop, mi media naranja.” My words come out as a gasp, but I can’t let her go once she gives me herself. I’ll want her forever.

She shakes her head while gripping my hair in a fist. “On your back.” Her tone, one similar to the voice she offers to her subjects when ruling, has me shivering.

I set her thighs down, allowing her to stand as I lower to my knees. My eyes look up at her, but I’m nearly her height even on my knees. Her boot presses against my sternum and amusement dances in her expression.

Not fighting her at all, I go to my elbows, keeping her gaze. She lifts her crop, revealing her beautiful chest and pierced nipples. I wish I’d have sucked them into my mouth and nipped everywhere, leaving my mark.

Her eyebrow raises when I don’t entirely flatten. “On. Your. Back.” This time, there’s a bit of malice, like she’ll step on my cock if I don’t listen.

I bite my cheek in order not to smile at the way that thought turns me on. Laying backward, I wait for her next move. She shucks off her shorts and I’m sad I missed it. Yet as she stands above me, her glistening cunt waiting for my mouth, I can’t find myself to think of anything but what she tastes like.

“What should I call you, Raevar?” she asks, tapping her chin with her black fingernail. I’m mesmerized with her naked form, unable to be coherent while her body is bare for me to admire. She’s a goddess, created from Solera in all her perfection. How I held back for all these years is beyond my comprehension. “Little prince?” She hums the title and I shiver at the honorific.

I like it. I’m anything but little, but knowing she wanted a prince to pet and sit at her feet only weeks ago has me nodding enthusiastically.

“Are there certain things you don’t want to do?”

“I’ll do anything,” I rush out, knowing she’ll disapprove.

“Face sitting?”

I bob my head so fast and frantically, I feel a little lightheaded. “Please.”

“He begs,” she taunts, crouching above my chest. “What about edging?”

I hiss, closing my eyes, thinking of how Vex wouldn’t let me come last night. It had such an amazing payoff, but knowing I’ll have to hold back here seems impossible. I’ve never had her. What if I come from her taste alone?

I shudder in anticipation. “Yes.” Her mouth morphs with excitement. She’s never dominated in front of me. Usually, she makes me control the people she’s with, taking pleasure and not offering a ton in return. As if she can tell I’m thinking of prior conquests, she narrows her eyes.

“What was that thought?”

I close my eyes, wishing she didn’t notice. “Back when you used to let others lick your pussy and then sent them away when they finally pleased you... I wanted to chase them, to offer them release just so I could taste you on their mouths.”

She bites her lip almost like she approves of my depravity. “Hmm, that’s a thought. Maybe when you’re bad I will let Dulce lick my cunt and then kiss you afterward.”

“That’s torture,” I hiss, thinking of my sweet tasting of the woman I’ve loved all of my life. Not being able to take from the source. “Would you be so cruel?”

Her teeth show as she smiles evilly. “I think you should be a good little prince and you won’t have to find out.”

“Anything you ask, mi reina.”

Her eyes flash. She’s pleased.

“Now, let’s see how the teacher does since his students will never get me again.”

It takes everything in me not to grab handfuls of her and drag her to my mouth. I’ll show her she’ll never need another student. After this, she’ll know how good I am and that no one compares.

Lowering herself until her cunt hovers over me, she doesn’t make that final press. “Tongue out, little prince.”

I stick it out, waiting for her to take away my misery. She lowers that last inch and I literally let out a growl that’s past feral.

She’s decadent, like a plum frosted in sugar. Velvety, sweet, and heady as fuck, she coats my tongue and I lap her up. Her fingers glide into my hair, gripping it as she grinds over my face.

“Fuck me,” she huffs out, her voice filled to the brim with pleasure. “I never knew a set of teeth could feel this fantastic.”