Damaged and the Outlaw (Damaged #4)

For a guy like me, chicks often blurred together. On a few occasions, I unknowingly banged the same girl and nearly found myself in a relationship. My lack of interest wasn’t a slam on the chicks and their qualities. No doubt many were amazing and would make another guy fall to his knees and beg to worship her. I wasn’t ever going to be that guy. Dead men walking made no attachments.

Yet, I could get used to having Raven around. Carrying her to my bed, I loved how she clung to me. Clearly unsatisfied, her pussy sucked at my cock. Never truly losing my erection before she got me hard again, I leaned her on the bed and kissed her hard. She sucked at my tongue hungrily then bit my lip in a kind of challenge.

Pulling away, I frowned down at her. She frowned back and there was definitely a challenge in her gaze. Was I still the guy who made her say my name or had I gone romantic on her? Even knowing the answer, Raven insisted I prove it again.

Shoving deeper into her, I held her gaze then grinned. “What’s your favorite movie?”

“None of your business.”

“Tell me.”

“I hate movies,” she moaned, tightening around me. “I hate them more than I hate you.”

Laughing, I slid out of her and relaxed on the bed. “Your hate makes my cock sad.”

Now, Raven laughed as she climbed on me. “What’s your favorite movie?”

“Old Yeller.”

Laughing again, Raven scratched at my chest before guiding my very grateful dick back inside her.

“Tell me your favorite movie,” I demanded, pinching her nipples. “Submit to my power over you.”

Raven laughed so hard she snorted which made me lose my fake glare. Smiling up at her, I loved how her blonde hair was like a curtain around her face. When she leaned down, Raven kissed me softly then playfully bit my lower lip.

“You’re so fucking hot,” she moaned, rolling her hips and making me groan.

“I know,” I muttered, taking her by the waist and encouraging her to slow down.

Pushing away my hands, Raven gave me a smirk. “I’m on top. You need to just lay there like a blowup doll while I enjoy you.”

“I could roll you over.”

“You won’t. I sense you’re lazy.”

Smiling, I clasped my hands behind my head and watched her. Raven’s eyes were closed as she rode me fast before slowing down. She lifted her hips high until I nearly left her then they came down hard. Next, she made small movements with her hips while tightening around me. As if she was experimenting and I was simply attached to what interested her.

“Are you having fun?” I asked when her eyes remained closed for too long.

“I’ve missed fucking and your cock is…” Raven didn’t finish. Instead, she found a perfect rhythm and I was the one who couldn’t speak for the next few minutes. Her fingers went between her legs and I felt her stroking her clit. It wasn’t long before I felt almost unnecessary. Hell, should I be offended to be a piece of meat when it was my idea to fuck without strings attached?

Just to prove she knew I was there, Raven moaned my name as she orgasmed hard. Her hot pussy clenched around me just right and I came too. My hands returned to her hips and I guided her so the waves of pleasure were just right. My eyes were closed as I soaked in all she gave me. When I opened them, Raven was grinning at me.

“Having a fuck buddy is fun,” she said, leaning down to kiss me.

This time, she didn’t bit my lip. There was something soft and sweet about her expression too. Her hands teased my chest hair while her pussy gently sucked at my cock.

“Abstaining was a great idea in theory,” she whispered, nuzzling my neck. “In reality, I needed a hot guy to hump. I’m so glad you showed up with your shitty pick up lines and sexy bod.”

“You want me too much to be healthy,” I teased, hard again from her teasing. “It’s a sickness.”

“I’ll bore of you soon. Don’t worry.”

“Why won’t you tell me your favorite movie?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Because you won’t tell me.”

Raven grinned. “Is Old Yeller really your favorite movie?”

“No. Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.”

“I’m not that interested,” she said, sliding off me and leaving my hard-on grumpy.

“Are you leaving?”

“Do you want me to?” she asked, a challenge in her voice as she rested on her back and stared at the ceiling.

Instead of verbalizing my answer, I placed her hand on my cock.

“Oh, you’re still horny, huh?” she teased, grinning now. “Well, I don’t know what to tell you. I’m fucked out.”

“Really?” I asked, licking her hard nipple. “You sure wore out fast. I must be too much man for you.”

“I guess,” she said, running her fingers through my hair. “Or maybe I’m already bored.”