CHLOE'S POV
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Raphael's lips assaulted my neck and jaw, traveling down towards my collarbone,driving me insane. With only this, he made me surrender control completely,my fit of boldness was over and I felt myself melt into his form.
With a shaky hand, I reached down for his zipper and he sighed approvingly, biting down on my neck. I jerked forward and bit my lip to suppress the moans fleeing me one after the other
In the meantime, his fingers rolled over
my nipple and I gasped making him
smirk.
"Look who's even more excited than me," he whispered against my skin as his fingers slowly traveled down and grazed over the small bundle of nerves between my legs. I let out a muffled cry of pleasure, the area was already wet from earlier.
Without wasting any more time, I fumbled with his zipper. He helped me with it and in no time his erection sprung up underneath me, hard and straining against me. He held my waist and I assisted him in grabbing his shaft and dropping my hips onto him, slowly
taking him in.
"Ah, fuck..." he hissed as I wasted no time in starting to ride him fast and rough, hard enough to intoxicate my mind as I worked on fulfilling my need of feeling him as much as possible. His hands gripped at my sides as his eyes watched me, savoring the sight of my
body writhing with pleasure.
Raphael fingers weaved in my hair and he pulled me down for a hungry kiss, our breathing rough and ragged. In one brisk motion, his hips slammed into me hard and l had trouble catching my voice, jerking forward as the air was knocked out of my chest. "Oh, fuck..." I breathed out as he drove
back inside in one long hard stroke. My mouth let out a moan of ecstasy as he reached the deepest part of me. "Fuck, nothing compares to this" l exhaled, clinging to him as he rammed into me slowly and deeply, letting me feel every cell of my body, and my brain simply couldn't be bothered with mere
linguistics. He attacked my breasts as I rode on top of him, his tongue swirled around
my nipple and I arched into him for more. He then captured my lips in a passionate kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth in sync with his erection, finding my tongue and
engaging in a frantic dance that I had to cut short in order to breathe.
"I can't get enough of you," he groaned in my ear, trailing kisses from my lobe to my jaw, all the way down to my throat.
He flipped us over and pulled away for
a moment to take his time stripping his
clothes earning a whine from me. He plunged back inside of me without warning and I interrupted my moans to mutter a string of non-sensical syllables, then returned to releasing erotic sounds to avoid embarrassing myself further.
This was good sex, not the previous day's pitiful experience that had made me hate men even more. I set my hands on his back and scratched it.
Raphael caught my drift and picked up
his pace, increasing the speed of his
thrusts while bringing his right hand to
my clit and pressing the pads of two of
his fingers against it, rubbing it in what
was supposed to be a circular motion,
a messy one that nevertheless got the
job done. "Moan for me, kitten."
I did, oh how I did. "Raphael...." I dug my
nails into the hot skin of his back and
kept crying out in ecstasy, to the point
where the sounds would just come out
every second, incessantly mixing with
his heavy breathing and with the noise
that our bodies made as they clashed
together. | was close, but there was no way I was
going to be able to communicate that.
"Fuck," he hissed, most likely sensing
my walls beginning to clench around
him, a clear indicator of what was
about to happen."Come, baby. I know
you want to." His speed remained
unchanged, but he was going deeper,
just like he'd done at the beginning, and
he hit a sweet spot in doing so.
The act ripped a scream out of my
mouth, and I closed my legs around his
hips to prevent him from pulling out
completely. I needed him inside of me,
right there, working his magic.
Raphael grinned in delight, thrilled by his discovery, and continued to ram against that particular spot until l came
all over his throbbing erection and his
hand with a long cry. "Good girl," he
whispered, a choked groan escaping
his lips when his praise made me
contract around him, and he moved
faster, his thrusts turning more violent,
rougher, so strong that he even caused
the bed to move, judging by the noise
of the headboard hitting the wall.
I clung onto him for dear life, my nails
definitely leaving marks that weren't
going to heal anytime soon, and kept
moaning, waiting for him to join me on
my pink cloud.
This was the sex I wanted, the kind of
sex in which someone would make sure to make me come, in which someone
treated me and my pleasure as his
number one priority, the kind that left
me breathless and shaking, with no
operating superior of cognitive functions.
With one last deep thrust, my
boyfriend's best friend reached his
climax, releasing his seed inside of me
with a low, sexy grunt I was going to
recreate in my mind every night before
falling asleep and treasure forever.
He fell on top of me and wrapped his
arms around my body, flipping us over
so that I wouldn't have his weight on
me, even though i loved it.
"ls this enough 'sorry' for you?" he asked after approximately five minutes,
breaking the comfortable silence that
reigned in my room.
I wanted to say no. I wanted to tell him
that l'd gladly let him accuse me of
anything he wanted if it ended in sex as
hot and angry as this one.
"Maybe," l uttered, not wanting to give
him the satisfaction of knowing how
amazing it had been for me. Judging by the way he scoffed, he probably knew.
"Just don't get any ideas, little kitten," he smirked. "You're my best friend's girlfriend and this is so wrong. And l rarely sleep with the same woman twice."
"You just did," I reminded him with a
sarcastic grin.
He brushed a few locks of my hair away
from my face and pulled me closer to
him by my rear. "We never slept, kitten.
We just fucked."
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Later loviesπ
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