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I closed my eyes and threw my head back, still focused completely on the hard shaft making its way inside until finally, finally, I sat down all the way onto his balls, those soft, loose sacks pressed up hard against my ass.
“Little girl, I’ve never seen someone with so much determination,” Rafe breathed below me, his eyes full of wonderment. And with a teasing grin, I circled my hips a bit, startled at how far up he was inside me.
“Well, you’ve never met Jenna Walsh before,” I replied, my breath catching as he shifted below me.
And that was the beginning of a long ride towards heaven. I rocked myself to and fro, enjoying the feeling of dick coming in and out, squeezing my pussy walls, suctioning my flesh almost, it was so tight in there. But the real fucking didn’t start until Rafe took control, seizing my tiny waist in both hands, holding me still as he bucked upwards, banging me from below.
“Unnh, unnh, unnh,” he grunted, his eyes fixated on my bouncing boobs, the nips bobbing up and down, the look of sheer ecstasy on my face. “Just a bit … more,” he rumbled, his voice cracking. And after a few seconds, he roared. The big man’s neck strained as he pumped shot after shot of semen into me, that virile, viscous white coating my insides, each spurt a hot gush of heaven, his dick pulsing inside my walls, my kitty clamping onto him.
Because I’d come as well, my vag seizing and pulsing, twitching with each shot of ecstasy, my vision temporarily blackened as I was lifted to new heights. I almost cried, my body twisting in currents, my puss shooting with warm juices as I spurted, the cream spraying onto Rafe’s chest, coating him in a fine film, a bit even landing on his chin and neck as I lost control.
And after our breathing evened, I sank back onto my heels, still locked in place by the huge donkey dong, in close contact with that massive male form.
The big man rubbed his chin, tasting some of the juice that I’d left there, sweet pussy ambrosia.
“Delicious,” he rumbled, licking his lips lasciviously, and that’s when I knew I was lost.
10
Rafe
She was heaven on earth, delicious, warm, curvy, with big boobs and an ass, just the way I like it. We’d tried keeping our affair a secret, but it was damn near impossible, there was just too much publicity surrounding the newest It girl and the CEO of Levast.
“Jenna!” screamed photographers when we stepped out of a restaurant. “Rafe! Picture picture picture!” And we’d stopped to oblige, the bulbs flashing non-stop, blinding in their brightness.
Because our relationship was like a supernova. Against all odds, the curvy model had landed the cover of Sports Illustrated, her golden flesh rippling and luscious in a tiny white bikini, kneeling in the Bahamanian sand. And so a scrum of followers was to be expected, the endless paparazzi, gasps whenever strangers recognized us at a coffee shop or local drugstore.
Jenna acknowledged it, even if she didn’t exactly love it.
“You have to understand, Rafe,” she said quietly. “It’s part of my job. I’m not a traditional model so I have to promote myself. I can’t just wait for bookings to roll in.”
I’d frowned. Of course I understood, but Jenna got more than enough work from my company alone, so it wasn’t entirely necessary to pimp herself out. Still, fame is fleeting these days and you’ve got to make the most of your fifteen minutes.
But I was still waiting for her to reveal her ignominious start in the industry, the nudie pix with her legs spread, nipples bouncing, kitty on show for the world to see.
“Jenna,” I said gently. “I understand that you’re eager to make your mark, but photos never really go away. Is there something you want to tell me?” I’d quizzed.
A flush came over her cheeks, and she turned her face away, that perfect profile balanced and trembling slightly.
“Umm…” she murmured. The blonde was a smart girl, she probably knew what I was getting at already. “Well …”
“You know you can tell me anything,” I said reassuringly, reaching my hand to cover hers. I fully expected to hear her fess up, to hear her tell about her struggles with money, how she took the pictures because she was young and dumb and didn’t know better.
But instead, Jenna detoured.
“Well, you know I used to be engaged … to my sister’s husband,” she flushed darkly.
I did know this, but fine, I could listen.
“Tell me more,” I commanded.
Jenna sighed heavily. “Well, I used to be different than how I am now,” she began slowly. “More … mercenary, I guess,” she said shamefaced, letting her hair cover her cheek.
“What does that mean?” I asked, frowning.
She sighed. “You know, I was young and dumb –“ okay, so this excuse was being used, “and I was really into guys with power. Not that you don’t have power, I mean you do,” she flubbed, “but you know what I mean…” she said helplessly.
