I’m so wet I’m probably soaking his bed, and my whispered pleas are now breathy gasps as my teeth sink into his shoulder to stop myself yelling at him. For all I know, his whole team is congregated at the bedroom door listening to everything we’re doing. And I’m not generally a quiet woman. Especially when he’s playing me like I’m an instrument created solely for him. No one else knows how to play me, no one else can figure out how to make music from my body, just Raffi.
“Raffi, please.” My voice is muffled by the mouthful of shoulder I’ve sunk my teeth into.
“Since you asked so nicely. Come for me, Firecracker. Let it all go, and come all over my hand like the dirty girl you are.”
I want to object, to protest, to fight his instruction. He’s not the fucking boss of me. But tell that to my insides. At his command, they’ve turned to molten lava. I’m shaking all over, sweat slicking my hair to my forehead, and my hips buck as I crest the wave.
Before my orgasm finishes, he’s attempting to tear open a condom with his teeth. I want to tell him I’m on birth control, but I was last time too, so he’s suiting up whether I like it or not.
If he so much as moves his fingers, I’ll rip his face off, so with trembling hands, I help him take the wrapper off and glove his soldier. Hooking his fingers behind my knees, he flipsme onto my stomach, gripping my hips and pulling me back to him as he slams his cock inside me.
“Wh-what made you flip me over?” I crane my neck back to look at him. His head’s tipped back, eyes closed like he’s having a spiritual moment.
When he opens his eyes and meets mine, the desire staring back at me is intense as fuck. “Dunno. Felt right in the moment. Why?” His eyes flash wide. “Do you not like it from behind?” He stops dead, making me whine and wiggle my ass at him.
“Don’t stop. It’s my favorite.” My head drops to the pillow, face down, ass up.
He pulls back, and I can almost feel the warmth of his grin before I can hear it in his voice. “Whatever you need, Firecracker.”
My expectation falls short of reality when he doesn’t drive into me repeatedly. I shouldn’t be surprised to find he’s taking this at a leisurely speed too, like he’s savoring every second of being inside me.
“Raffi.” The pillow muffles my frustrated growl. “If I tell you we can do this again and you can take your time then, will you just fuck me? Please?” Pressing back against him and flexing my walls around his cock makes him groan. “Pretty please?” I flutter my eyelashes at him over my shoulder.
Another wiggle of my ass, another pained groan.
“You’re making it really difficult to be a gentleman here, Firecracker.”
“I don’t want a fucking gentleman, Raffi. I want an animal.”
A wicked grin spreads across his face as he shrugs. “What the lady wants…”
CHAPTER 26
Raffi
Iwanna bareback this woman so fucking bad.
As much as I’m enjoying every second of pounding her from behind as she moans my name into my pillow, it’s not enough.
Not sure how we did it the first time, what position, or how long I lasted, but with every grunt and thrust my balls get heavier, and I charge closer and closer to blowing my load. She already came on my hand, but I’ll be fucking damned if this gorgeous redhead doesn’t come on my cock before I let go.
Sweat trickles between my shoulder blades as I clench my teeth. I’m going to have to list the presidents in chronological order or something to outlast this woman when she tightens around me so hard I see stars.
Her red mane flows over her back like a waterfall as she turns her head so she can see me as she comes.
“Don’t. Stop.” Her tits bounce and her ass jiggles as she comes on the most glorious wail I’ve ever heard.
Between the sounds she’s making, the look of untamed need in her eyes, and her vise-like grip on my cock, it’s a matterof seconds before I let go. I double over her back, clutching her ass for balance as jets of cum fill this stupid layer of protection between us.
Yeah, I’m pissed about it. I want to own her from the inside. I want to coat her with my cum every damn day to remind her who she belongs to.
She falls onto her back with an ethereal glow and warm smile. “Round two?” She hooks her finger at me, beckoning me down on top of her. There’s no stopping me. It’s going to take a while to recover from round one. And I fully intend to enjoy the shit out of this woman and make her scream my name while she waits for my dick to be ready for her all over again.
After making light work of the condom and dropping it over the side of the bed, I hook her leg around my waist. If all I ever do again is kiss this woman, I can die a happy man.
I don’t care how many rounds she wants, I’m going to give them to her.
I’m walking like I shit my pants as I shuffle to the bathroom. I’m a fit man, but fucking hell. My body is broken from a night in bed with my fiery haired goddess. Sleep was fractured and sparse, between long bouts of passionate lovemaking and outright fucking. Not sure anyone in the house got sleep, but I also don’t care.
