Page 12 of Chains of Recompense
“Come for me,dolce,” he commands, his hot breath whispering across my skin before he lightly bites down on the lobe of my ear.
And as he thrusts inside me, I lose my ever-loving mind.
After he took my virginity against the glass wall, Raf proceeded to carry me to the bed, where he laid claim to every inch of me with his mouth, his hands, his cock.
He fucked me in positions I never even dreamed of, the pleasure only seeming to intensify with each consecutive orgasm.
I lost track of how many times he made me come somewhere after five.
And I suppose it doesn’t matter.
Because all I can think about is each earth-shattering release as it obliterates me more powerfully than the last.
The guy has the stamina of a horse—and the creativity of an artist.
If this is the one night of pleasure I get to claim as my own, I’m glad it’s with him. Because he’s certainly making the most of it.
We’ve been at it for hours.
My strength is spent, my muscles quivering uncontrollably from the amount of exertion we’ve put out.
With my cheek pressed against the soft sheets, my ass in the air, my hard nipples sliding farther up the mattress with each punishing thrust, I know I’m not going to last much longer.
The pleasure might be mind-blowing, but I can feel the slow-building ache of chafed skin at the peak of my thighs.
My body isn’t used to this kind of punishment—or pleasure.
Still, Raf’s fingers circle my clit, wringing every ounce of bliss from me with expertise.
“One more time,dolce,” he coaxes. “I want to feel that sweet pussy milk my cock one more time.”
I whimper, unable to resist his demands, and a violent shudder ripples through me as my core clenches around his thick girth. Raf groans.
His fingers tighten around my hip as he thrusts harder, releasing an explosion of stars behind my eyelids.
“Good girl,” he rasps as I fall apart around him, my clit throbbing beneath his fingers, my walls milking his cock.
Then, without warning, he jerks out of me. Hot, sticky ropes spurt across my back, coating my skin, and I gasp, my insides turning molten. I hadn’t realized how erotic it might feel to have a man’s seed coating my skin.
Much safer than having him come in me, I suppose, though I’ll admit, naive as it might sound, I hadn’t really considered what to do about protection.
My cheeks warm, and when I turn my head to look over my shoulder at him, it steals my breath away.
His dark curls are damp with sweat and have fallen into a chaotic mess across his forehead.
His chest heaves, the sweat-slick skin glistening in the room’s dim lighting.
And each line of his hard muscles is pronounced by the shadows that fill the dips and valleys that define them.
But it’s his eyes that leave me speechless.
They burn into me with a heat that sears my very soul.
And the slow smile that curves his wicked lips is enough to drench my already dripping folds.
“God, you’re a masterpiece now,” he murmurs, his eyes skimming down my body to admire the cum he’s painted across my back. Leaning over me, he brushes a soft kiss across my cheek. “Stay put. I’ll get something to clean you up.”
I follow him with my eyes as he rolls off the bed, his body lean and powerful and perfect.
