All Chapters of Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

RavenThe evening air is cool and clean after the warmth of the restaurant, and Jack walks beside me with his ice cream held out in front of him like it is the most important thing he has ever carried.“I’m just saying,” he says, for the third time in two minutes, “chocolate is not a flavour. It is an experience. It is a whole emotional journey in a single cone.”“You sound like an advertisement.”“I sound like a man who has found truth and is trying to share it generously.” He looks at me sideways. “What did you even get?”“Vanilla.”He stops walking.I take two more steps before I realise and turn back. He is standing on the pavement looking at me with an expression of genuine sorrow.“Vanilla,” he repeats.“Yes.”“Out of everything. Every flavour on that entire board. You looked that man in the eye and said vanilla.”“It’s a classic.”“It is a surrender.” He falls back into step beside me, shaking his head slowly. “It is what you order when you have given up on life having anything

Raven Roman grips my chin and faces me forward before pushing me down on the bed. I catch myself on my hands, heart hammering against the mattress, and chance a look over my shoulder anyway because I cannot help myself. He’s standing behind me, dragging one hand through his hair and then scrubbing it down his face like he’s having a private war with himself. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, low enough that it’s almost to himself. “I’m going to hell for the things I want to do to you.” “So do it,” I say. My voice comes out stronger than I feel right now. His eyes snap to mine and whatever was left of his restraint goes with it. Roman reaches down and grabs the hem of my dress, tearing it along the slit in one rough pull until the fabric falls completely away from my body. Then his fingers hook into my panties and those are gone too, ripped off like they offended him, tossed somewhere behind him without a second thought. His show of strength, of his barely restrained hunge

RAVEN He suddenly breaks the kiss and lifts me off his legs. Roman places me gently on the bed, and for a terrifying second, I think he is going to stop. That he won’t fuck me, no matter how much I beg. “Please, don't do this.” I hear myself say, not caring how pathetic I sound, begging to be fucked like I’m some desperate whore. “Do what?” he asks, his eyes never leaving mine as he steps back. Before I can answer, he starts shedding his clothes without ceremony, and the sight of him steals every coherent thought I have left. My eyes rake over every inch of him, stopping right at the ink etched permanently over his heart—the raven. It stares back at me, dark and beautiful, just like him. “You wanted to see me naked.” “Yes… You have no fucking idea how bad.” He smirks, hooking his hand into the band of his boxers and yanking them down. His cock springs free, and oh my God, I never imagined anything could be this huge. It is thick and flushed dark, standing rigid agains

ROMANHours. I’ve been buried inside this little cunt for what feels like hours, and my cock is still rock hard, throbbing like it’s got a mind of its own. It doesn’t soften. It doesn’t get tired. It just gets thicker, heavier, hungrier for her.A virgin. My little girl is a virgin. Well, she was. Now she’s mine. Mine to love, protect, and pleasure whenever I damn well want to.She is riding me now, her hands flat on my chest, but I’m the one in control. My hands grip her waist so tight my fingers are digging into her flesh, and I’m slamming her down on my dick with every ounce of strength I have.Up. Down. Up. Down.Smack. Smack. Smack.The sound of flesh hitting flesh is obscene, echoing off the walls. Her tits bounce wildly right in front of my face, perfect and heavy, jiggling with every brutal impact. She’s a mess. Tears are streaming down her face, real, wet tears, and her mouth is open in a permanent 'O', sobbing and gasping for air.But she takes it. God, she takes every singl

RAVENI wake up sore. Everywhere.My muscles ache, my skin feels sensitive, and there is a dull, throbbing pulse between my legs that reminds me exactly what happened last night. Roman fucked me like he wanted to own every cell in my body, and for a while, I let him believe he did.I stretch, and the fabric of the shirt I’m wearing slides over my skin. It’s his. Big, soft, and smells like him. I’m wearing nothing else. Just his shirt and the marks he left on me.The bed is empty beside me. Cold.I push myself up slowly, swinging my legs over the edge of the mattress, and listen. The house is quiet in that specific morning way, but then I hear it—the faint clink of ceramic and the low gurgle of the coffee machine coming from downstairs.I stand, my bare feet silent on the floor, and make my way down the stairs. Every step reminds me of last night. The soreness is not unpleasant exactly. It is a reminder. Proof that it happened. That he took my virginity and made me his in a way I canno