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“I am,” I whimper.

“I know you are, dirty girl.” He fucks me with his fingers harder, but there’s something I need more than coming again from his touch.

Scrambling to unbuckle him, I say, “Need you. I need to feel you.”

His mouth releases from my chest, when he looks down at where our hands play with each other. “You don’t have to, Ang.”

“I want to,” I breathe. “I need to see it. I need to hold it.”

When his erection releases from his pants, the tightness I was carrying in my face relaxes as I stare at Rafael’s massive cock.

“Jesus Christ, Raf! How the hell do you walk around all day with this between your legs?”

He chuckles. “It’s not that big.”

“Are you joking? This is a porn dick, dude! How big is it?”

“I don’t know,” he smiles. “I never measured it.”

“Bullshit. Tell me.”

He sighs. “Ten inches.”

“And you’re uncut? You know, you could be a lot cockier in real life because of…” I gesture to the monster, “this.”

He rubs my G-spot. “Shut up, Ang. You wanna talk about it or be about it?”

“Be,” I moan, then start stroking his enormous dick—that I still think he might be downplaying its true size. When he grunts, I take it as a personal victory. His mouth finds mine as our tongues mingle like they’ve known each other for years.

This should be awkward. This should be strange. But it’s not. It has that exciting new feeling, with all the safety that comes with knowing someone for decades.

Our hands work each other as ferociously as our mouths claim. I took his cock out so he could put it inside of me, but there’s something incredibly necessary about what we’re doing right now, that breaking from it would be wrong.

His expert fingers stroke inside me and his palm pushes against my clit with the perfect amount of force. I’m already climbing to my peak, but listening to him lose himself to my touch is what sends me over the edge.

“I’m coming, Raf!”

“Yes,” he grunts, spilling himself between us as my entire body clenches around his hand. I ride my orgasm out for as long as possible and he peppers me with kisses and good girls, making me a whole new level of woozy.

When my body finally relaxes, he removes his hand, closes his eyes, and sucks his fingers clean of my arousal. “Mmm,” he groans and finally takes his shirt off, tossing it to the tent floor, before settling himself back between my legs. “I need to clean up.”

Oh my god.

1. My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski

Chapter 12

July 5th

Angie

Rafael gave me three more orgasms with his mouth and fingers last night. I have no idea how I’m awake already—I should be zonked out, but if anything, all those orgasms have stirred me awake. I need more. It seems what he did to me last night only poked the horny bear.

This can't be good.

Raf is sound asleep behind me as we lay on our sides. I’m reading my Kindle because I’ve been awake for a little while but didn’t want to disturb him. The temperature actually dropped last night and—oh no, would you look at that?—the blanket is still on the floor folded up next to the air mattress. When it got a little too chilly, Raf slowly snuggled into me, rendering the blanket useless.

A low gasp whooshes over my ear. “What are you reading?” His morning voice is like gravel as he peers over my shoulder and pulls me closer, nudging his morning wood into my backside.

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