Page 82 of In Love and Revenge

‘Oh my God,’ I whine.

‘Good girl. Pray. Because the things I’m going to do to you, you’ll need all the help you can get to take them.’

He pushes two fingers inside me, his other hand flattening against my lower spine and keeping me upright against him.

‘Why are you so wet, Aurora?’ he asks, his sharp eyes intent on mine.

He curls his fingers, hitting my G-spot and making my entire body shudder in his arms.

‘I asked you a question.’

‘Because ...’ I pant. ‘It feels good.’

‘My fingers inside you feel good?’

‘Y-yes,’ I moan as he fucks me with them in slow, deliberate strokes.

‘Do you want to come on them?’

I nod frantically, my orgasm coiling tight beneath the surface. That night at the restaurant, when he told Charlie he’s a man who doesn’t have to wonder about whether a woman comes with him, makes perfect sense. It’s been approximately five thrusts of his thick, skilled fingers, and I’m already close to finishing all over them.

‘Not yet,’ he says, removing them and leaving me feel empty.

I wilt into his arms at their loss, blinking at him through a horny haze as he brings them to his mouth and sucks.

‘You taste even better on my fingers than you did on my pen.’

All I manage is a strangled whimper as he walks me backwards until the edge of my bed hits the back of my legs.

‘Lie down,’ he instructs.

I sit on the bed, kicking off my heels, then scoot up it, reclining on to my back and gazing up at him. He stands at the foot of it, naked, hand wrapped tightly around his dick like that morning in his office.

‘Show me,’ he grunts.

‘Show you what?’

‘Show me where I get to put my cock tonight.’

His filthy words send a shot of unbearable heat through me, and my lips part on a moan as my thighs fall open on the bed.

‘Your mouth and your pussy? Why, thank you, Beauty. I’m going to enjoy filling both.’

I blink at him, shyness threatening to overtake me. When we were kissing before I didn’t feel so exposed, sovulnerable. But lying here while he looks at me with an animalistic wild sheen in his eyes is as terrifying as it is hot.

‘Rafael,’ I whimper.

He dips his chin and spits on his cock, lubing it up.

Dark eyes rise to meet mine.

‘You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted you,’ he groans, his bicep straining as he tugs on his cock.

I lower my eyes, taking it all in. He’s huge. Bigger than I remember. His balls look full and ready to burst, bouncing heavily behind his shaft with every pump of his wrist. And his cock ... My eyes widen at its length, coated in a mix of his saliva and precum as the fat head glistens in a shade of deep red like it’s furious.

He climbs on to the bed, between my thighs, working his dick as he braces himself on his other arm and leans down to kiss me.

It’s deep, consuming, and makes my breath leave me in tiny little gasps like I can’t believe this is happening.