Page 32 of Wicked

Gone forever is the goofy virgin. Raven is now a timeless beauty of both class and sophistication. The spectacular gown pushes her stunning breasts up, and it compliments her perfect curves.

My mouth is open—and it is now dry.What the actual fuck?

Raven looks like a timeless goddess, and I’m thrown far. After being around pop stars, models, actresses, heiresses and bronze-toned babes in bikinis the last decade, I thought I’d seen it all.

“How do I look?” she asks excitedly. She is young, timeless, and free.

I try to work out why she is here, and why now. Why she is throwing me, of all people. I guess I’ve not come across such a pure, educated, light and uncomplicated young woman with such a free spirit. And a pussy that would be so sweet, tight, andedible.

“Nice. You look nice,” I say, husky and starting to get hard.

“Nice?” Raven asks.

“Fantastic. You look fantastic,” I say, happy for her. “Seriously.”

Raven squeals and hugs me. We hold on for a few strange seconds, and it’s hard to let go. Suddenly, she leaps back and excitedly spins.

Her fresh, unrestrained energy is a sight for my weary eyes, but there is something else about her.

She is uncontaminated andfresh.Her spirit ispure like… likeher soul has not been broken or hardened with time and a mix of average to bad experiences…

Most of the women I’ve taken and marked have been sophisticated. They have been through the dating machine, for lack of a better term.

They’ve dated many guys in their lives, and they have adjusted their behavior and somewhat hardened up.

Raven is pure and unbruised. She is uncomplicated and real. Even if that is what makes her more unique, and more alluring than any woman I’ve bedded, it is the same reason I cannot mark her or call her mine.

I will just ruin her and hurt her.

The delicate young woman deserves better! As I look at the princess-like woman in front of me, my heart breaks. One day, she will find another, a better man than I.

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RAVEN

We return to the villa an hour later, and we have quick baths. They are carefully timed and agreed at six minutes each. Washing in water I know his naked body will soon lay in makes me wet, and I fight hard to not think of his body or him taking me in here.

As we pass each other in the hallway, half-naked, we have to pass sideways, stomach to stomach.

I am naked in a towel, and his hands are low, near his junk. We don’t say anything, and we do not avoid eye contact. As we slide past each other under the arches, our chests and lips are close.

I can even smell him, and he smells of suede, cinnamon, and man.

As I trip, distracted, his hand helps me. There is another spark of electricity between us, and I do not know what it is.

All I know is that it is enticing.

But it is likely not good for me. I don’t care! I do not want to be teased anymore. I want to be taken for once in my life.

After I pull on my sexiest thong, I work my way into the incredible gown. I do it up carefully, and I feel like I’m in another world and time.

As I carefully sit, I work on my hair and face.

I decide to go with smoky eyes, and as I paint my lips, I decide on my hair. I try something different, and I slick my naturally dirty blonde hair down to go with the cream and gold dress. The combination makes my blue eyes pop, not that anyone would ever notice.

It’s a new look for me but screw it.

Nothing in the past has ever worked, and I feel different. Almost mature, international, and risqué.

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