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“You’re so tight, Angel. So damn tight.”
Even with my hands braced on the marble wall, his thrusts are so savage I can barely stay upright.
“Come here,” he murmurs when my body hits the unforgiving stone. “I don’t want you to get hurt. You have me so worked up, I don’t trust myself to protect you.”
He pulls out of me, and I whine like a child who’s been denied a treat she desperately wants.
Rafael tugs me backward to the long bench that extends the entire shower wall. He sits and lowers me onto his lap, sliding me against his cock until it’s nestled in the crack of my ass. It feels shamefully good until a sliver of doubt pings against my brain. Is he going to want anal? But I’m so aroused it becomes a fleeting concern. All I can think about is my warm, wet skin against his.
He hooks his long legs around mine, coaxing me open. “Stay just like this for me, Angel. You won’t bruise your beautiful face, and I can have all the access I need to make you feel good.”
Yes, please. Make me feel good.
His thumb rubs light circles around my clit, and each time it grazes the hood, I grind my backside into him. “I need you inside me again.” As much as I need my next breath. Maybe more.
“Soon,” he whispers into my wet hair. “You feel so goddamn good, I want to slow this down so I can enjoy you longer.”
I whimper.
“Look at me.”
I tip my head back. His eyes are black, and droplets of water cling to his eyelashes. He’s so beautiful it takes my breath away.
“Have you ever done any kind of ass play?” he asks, putting a hand on my belly with enough pressure to wedge me firmly between his palm and his cock.
I shake my head, acutely aware of his thick cock between my cheeks. “No.”
“Are you even a little bit curious?” he asks, his hot mouth grazing my temple.
Yes. But I’m a little nervous about trying it. And a little embarrassed too. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Not today—because I don’t have the patience for it. But I want your little rosebud. We’ll go nice and slow. I’ll use my fingers, and then a plug, until you’re begging me to dip my cock inside your ass and own it, like I own the rest of you.”
I shiver at the lewd words, the tone, and the bite of shame that comes not with him owning my ass, but reveling in the idea. I’m so aroused that if he asks, I might just let him do it.
His fingers are more insistent now, playing with my pussy until I’m wiggling all over his lap, making him curse. He’s still cursing when he lifts my hips with both hands.
“You’re going to get on my cock and ride me, Angel,” he demands, lowering me onto the thick shaft like I weigh nothing. “Hold on tight, and ride me hard.”
The sensations and the emotions are twirling together until they’re one, and it takes me a minute to find my stride. But once I do, once I list forward and dig my fingers into his thighs for leverage, I ride him with abandon, bouncing on his fat cock while he plays with my pussy, rushing me toward the orgasm I crave.
He guides me, grunting and panting as I roll my hips, pulling his cock deeper. “Angel,” he pants. “You feel so goddamn good.”
As the orgasm washes over me, it pulls me below the surface, where there’s no air. My body jerks in uncontrolled movements until he grasps my hips and steadies me.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart. Ride out the wave.”
When I’m spent, I collapse on his chest, my cheek resting near the crook of his neck. The emotion untangles itself from the sensation as it worms its way into my chest.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” Rafael whispers, rubbing his fingers gently on my sensitive clit while I mewl. “I can’t get enough of you.” He tips my head forward and sinks his teeth into the nape of my neck, hard enough to rouse me from my dreamy trance. That’s when I realize that he’s still rock hard inside me.
“You didn’t come.” I don’t know why I say it, but it sounds so silly to my ears.
“Not yet. But I need to. When you’re ready.” His voice is tight, and when I hear the raw need in every syllable, I cant my hips. He gasps and reaches for the hose attached to the shower handle.
I know exactly what he’s going to do, but even still, I scream when the first stream of water hits my pussy.
“Shh,” he whispers into my hair as the sting turns to pleasure, and I spiral tighter and higher, until I’m soaring again—my body nothing more than a bundle of exposed nerves swaying for him. Always for him.
