Slave Girl

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” He cupped the back of her neck, drawing her close.

As his lips crashed against hers, she wrapped her arms around him.

He pressed her against the wall, taking hold of her hands and keeping her locked in place. She cried out his name, not wanting to stop. Desperate and begging for more.

“Please,” she said when his lips traveled down her neck, sucking on her throat.

Raphael didn’t stop there. He pushed the lace cup of the negligee out of the way. She didn’t wear any other protection. He stroked over her nipple and she begged him, hungry for more. The sounds echoed around the apartment, but she didn’t care how she sounded. All she craved was his touch.

With the snap of his wrist, he had the negligee out of his way. The scraps of fabric fell to the floor, exposing her to him.

His hand moved between her thighs. “Open them for me.”

She spread her legs as he stroked through her slit, touching her clit, moving down to plunge two fingers inside her. He stretched her out, and she asked him not to stop. She didn’t want to let him go.

In and out, he pressed.

His fingers widened.

“I need to taste you,” he said.

Releasing her pussy, he knelt on the floor. His hands tilted her at an angle to keep her upright but also to expose her pussy to him. He spread open her lips and she watched as he licked and sucked down her slit. He stuck his tongue in her, wriggling inside her, pulling out, pushing back in. He fucked her with his tongue and she felt the first shocks of her arousal as it rushed through her body.

She couldn’t think. Couldn’t focus. She melted against him, hungry for more. Desperate.

She didn’t know what he did to her, only that she had no power within herself to deny him.

When he pushed her over the edge, she didn’t think she was able to stand but Raphael took all the worry away. He picked her up in his arms, and she circled his waist, holding on tight to him, never wanting to let him go.

She never thought this would happen to her. How she’d feel about any man. Raphael was in her heart. She loved him more than anything and was willing to do whatever it took to keep him safe, to show him she was the woman for him, even if she was unsuitable.

Raphael carried her to the bed, dropping her down on the plush coverings. She giggled as he fell right on top of her and she took his weight. He didn’t stay there for long as he stood, removing his clothes. Watching his body be revealed to her was such a turn-on. With him naked, he placed a hand on the bed beside her waist, climbing between her spread thighs. He kissed one thigh, then the other, before landing one on her clit.

“I’m never going to get tired of tasting you.”

“Good. I don’t want you to.”

He pressed his lips to her stomach, then to each breast before taking her mouth. She tasted herself on his lips and she groaned, biting down into the flesh as he gripped her hip even tighter.

“You make me fucking ache,” he said.

His cock prodded against her entrance and he reached down, stroking the tip against her clit, going back and forth before finally, he slowly began to enter her.

She cried out his name as with the last couple of inches, he plunged inside her. He was so hard, so deep, but she didn’t care.

He kissed her, swallowing her cries. She felt completely taken over. Driven by her need for him. Consumed by it.

Raphael pulled out, only to slam back inside her. He leaned back and watched them together. “I love seeing my cock in your pussy. You know I used to watch you as you served food, thinking about you in my bed. I always watched you.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

He pushed deep, touching her clit as he circled her hips.

Suddenly, he pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her knees. Then he was back inside her.

He gripped her hips and fucked her hard. His hands moved up to her tits then back down again. Raphael was in no hurry for this moment to end. He changed position again, this time, he sat on the bed, and he wanted her to lower herself onto his dick.

She gripped his shoulders as he guided her over the length. This one felt more open to her, more intimate. He drove inside her. His grip back on her hips as she rocked against him.

“Kiss me, Elenore.”

Wrapping her arms around him, she kissed him back as he fucked her.

One of his hands left her hip to touch between her thighs. Each stroke over her clit felt amazing. He stroked her higher and higher until she felt the beginning of another climax. She didn’t go over the edge immediately. He kept her poised at the end, waiting, and she wanted more. She didn’t want him to stop, and he didn’t.