Novels by Raven Writes

I slipped my hands to the back of his neck, threading upwards into his hair, fingers grazing his scalp, overwhelmed from ecstasy, from the heat of him. While I used my other hand to support myself. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep up, I just wanted him to fuck me out or at least touch me.My skirt was all up to my waist now, the red laced panties I had on, soaked from my need for him. I didn’t noticed when my hips started rolling into him, grinding the spot where I ached the most on his bulge.“Look at you, so fucking needy for me,” he growled.“Please...Sloan,” I pleaded, “Please just fuck me.”“Not yet baby,” he said, he voice low. “Not.... yet...” he whispered and just when it felt like I was going to lose my mind from desperation, he slipped his fingers down the waistband of my lace panties and rubbed vigorously on my overly stimulated clit.“Fuck, Oh my God—” I threw my head back, eyes rolling.“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growled, sliding two fingers into my swol

“Hey Siri, answer the call and put it on loud speaker,”Siri: Answering the call.“Hey, Mom,”“Hey, baby,” My mom said, her voice, low and apologetic over the phone. “I’m so, so sorry, your Dad and I won’t make it for you first day of internship.”I rinsed the soap over my face, water washing off the lather on my body down the drain. “It’s okay, Mom. I have Sloan,” I said.“I know baby, you’re taking a big step and we aren’t there to support you,” she admitted, her voice laced with regret. “If I were there, I would drive you to work myself.“Mom, it really is alright,” I added. “You do enough for me, and I understand how consuming work is for you and dad.”“Yeah?”“Yes, Mom, seriously, it’s okay.”“Your Dad and I won’t be back until next month,” she added.“Okay,” I said shortly, wiping my face on a towel.“I’m so proud of you, Ava. You grew up so quickly,” she giggled. “When’d you get this mature?”“Learned from the best,” I said, giggling, my tone more relaxed now.“Sloan’s on his w

In three long strides, he was standing right in front of me, clearly enjoying the view.Every movement.Every twitch.Every plea.Every arch.Every moan.Every dare.“You’re really begging to get punish aren’t you,” he asked, his gaze dark, tone laced with intent.“Yes Dante,” I begged. “Please.”He grabbed me by the ankle and in one swift motion. He pulled me forward, closer. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his thigh.“Come here,” he said with his teeth clenched more than necessary. He undid my legs around him, and slowly, he both trailed, and traced his fingers and eyes on and my lips. Like he was thinking of every possible way to punish me.To ruin me.He lifted me up like I weighed nothing at all, threw me over his shoulder, in a fireman’s position and I felt my stomach twist with a mix of excitement and fear.“Where are you taking me?” I asked, my voice fraying.“To punish you, Emily.” He kicked the door to his room open with his foot and threaded each step with care to h

Seven hours later and we were almost done decorating the house. We had packed and wrapped the boxes with gifts and ribbons, laced the necessary edges of the house with lights that screamed Christmas. The only thing left to do was the Christmas tree.Dante would steal occasional glances at me. The way his eyes roamed my body like I wouldn’t notice. I saw him but I just didn’t ’t let him see.I ignored him anyway, but it didn’t stop the thoughts brewing in my mind.I hated it.I hated him?I didn’t know anymore.“Emily,” he said, standing directly behind me. “Pass me the scissors in front of you, I need to cut the extra ribbon on this piece.”Instinctively, I bent down to pick the scissors up from the ground, completely forgetting that I had a short on. A tight little short that hugged my thing and ass.My ass brushed slightly against the front of his sweatpants and I jerked at the contact, feeling every inch of him against my ass. The contact was not too much, or too close either. But

****“Fucking sluts! Fuck’em both!” I cursed as I headed for my room.I had just gotten back from my boyfriends house. I caught him in bed fucking my best friend in the most erotically appealing position. Something he’d ‘never’ try with me. What did I do wrong anyway?I stormed into the living room and slammed the door right behind me. I couldn’t contain the anger and level of betrayal.He told me he loved me.He told me that he cared for me and that he would cherish me for as long as I live.But he still did it anyway.He cheated, and he didn’t seem the slightest bit remorseful about it.I stopped by the kitchen to get some water, I was fuming, I needed something to keep me grounded, something to stop the fire flaring under my skin from eating me up from the inside.I needed to breathe.“Oh for fuck's sake,” I cursed under my breath. It was my sex crazed Mom and her *new man* Saying it aloud like that made me want to puke.My ‘stepdad’ so they’d call it. I mean he’s hot, assertive an