The promise of another orgasm has me reaching for his pants. I’m completely insatiable, wanting everything he has to offer. Unfortunately I’m still pinned against the wall so Rafaelle has to do the honors. He lifts me slightly with my legs still wrapped around him. I hear is the sound of him unbuckling his pants and the clothes hitting the floor.
“Condom,” I remind him, the thought blinking through the haze of lust.
He looks just as shocked as I feel that he was about to fuck me without one. I just met him tonight. Sleeping together without a condom would be irresponsible. He places a quick kiss against my lips.
“One sec,” he murmurs, letting me go so I can slide to the floor. “Don’t move.”
I stare at his ass he turns around, heading for a drawer in the room. He turns toward me with a condom wrapper in his hand and watching him tear it off and slide it onto his dick is the hottest thing ever.
He returns, all smooth with a confident smirk, “Where were we?”
“You were about to pin me against the wall and fuck me so hard that I’m screaming your name,” I remind him.
“That’s right, little siren.”
He lifts me up and my legs encircle his waist once again. I’m pushed against the wall and I’ve barely taken a breath before he’s pushing his length into me with one hard thrust.
My eyes roll into the back of my head. I moan from the feeling of fullness, and the way his cock stretches through me. My eyes are pulled towards his, meeting his hot gaze head on. I pull him even closer, unwilling to break the connection.
“Fuck me hard, Rafaelle. Don’t stop.”
“Don’t say things that make my heart race,” he snaps.
I’m too far gone to decipher that because he pulls out before slamming into me again. I let out a strangled sob, fire simmering within me.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“You feel so good,” I moan.
It’s like there’s something burning within me. A fire that can’t be consumed. I draw my nails down the length of his back and he growls, his pace growing even rougher.
He pounds into me with a furious recklessness that has my back slamming against the door over and over again. Heat swells between my thighs with each angry thrust.
“You’re not going to win,” he’s saying, rambling words I don’t understand. “I’m stronger than this. You won’t get me in your clutches.”
“Rafaelle,” I cry, rocking against his cock desperately. “I’m going to come.”
He kisses me then. My heart nearly explodes as he swallows any sound that could have escaped my lips. I come undone against him. I shut my eyes, feeling tears in the back of them.
When I open my eyes again, he’s staring at me so openly, a half lidded, chilling gaze matte black gaze should terrify me. But right now, all I can think about is the way he’s still fucking me. All I want is to bring him just as much pleasure as he’s brought me.
I grip his shoulders, kissing his jaw, his neck anywhere that I have access to.
“Let go, Rafaelle,” I murmur against his skin.
My tongue darts out to lick the bead of sweat on his chest.
“You want me to come, sweetheart?”
I can only manage a small nod which earns me a wolfish grin.
“You first,” he pants before reaching for my clit and stroking it. Once, twice.
I can feel another impending orgasm, know it’s going to take everything within me. A pleasurable ache spreads through me as I come for the third time with a scream just like he wanted me to.
I’ve barely come down from the pleasure when Rafaelle groans, “Fuck, I’m coming.”
I almost shatter again from the look of pure ecstasy on his face. His eyes are shut and his lips part as he comes. Hot bursts erupt within me, and it almost feels like an imprint I’ll never be able to get rid of.
