Page 162 of Wanted

The little voice inside my head laughs, and I’d swear it’s Raphael but it sounds completely different.

It sounds like a version of me as it says,Be careful or this time you’ll give him his before you get yours.

The voice pissing me off now, I suddenly shove hard at Raphael’s chest.

He takes a stumbling step back and glares at me like I just spit in his face or slapped him.

Taking a step forward, I grab him by the shoulders and shove him down to the floor.

“What the ever-living fuck?!” Raphael snaps at me and starts to stand up.

I quickly shove him back down while dropping with him. Positioning myself above him, I straddle his thighs with my knees.

Raphael opens his mouth, baring his bloody fangs at me, but I grab his cock before he can get a word out and shove my lips against his.

“What are you doing?”he groans inside my head.

Giving his slippery length a couple of quick strokes, I moan back,“Making sure we both get ours.”

“I don’t—”he starts to say, but stops the second I guide his weeping crown to my entrance and start to sink down on him.

“Fuck,” we groan together as the tip of his cock spreads my lips and pushes into my pussy.

I’m soaked from my earlier orgasm and there’s no resistance, but I still take my time. Enjoying what it feels like to have him fill me, but also what it feels like for him.

To have my wet, silky walls stretch around his velvety thickness.

Opening for him.

Welcoming him.

Then squeezing him as I finally bottom out.

Panting, I use my knees to slowly push myself up while clenching around him, torturing him inch by hard inch.

Lids lowering, eyes gleaming, he waits until I reach his crown before grabbing me by the hips and slamming me back down.

Spine arching, head dropping back, I cry out at the sudden and unexpected burst of pleasure.

Fingers digging into my hips, he uses them as a handle as he lifts me back up and slams me down again.

“Raphael!” I squeal as my ass slaps against his thighs.

“I let you have your fun,” he grunts as he keeps lifting me up and slamming me down on him. “Now it’s my turn.”

I shake my head back and forth in protest like I don’t want it. But every fiber of being is loving this. Loving him taking control of me and using me for his own pleasure.

Putting his inhuman strength to good use, he picks up speed. Lifting me up and down so fast and hard, my ass begins to clap against his thighs like cracks of thunder.

My breasts bounce hard against my chest. Sparks flash in front my eyes and electricity sizzles across my skin.

“Look at me,” Raphael commands.

Funny, I don’t even remember closing my eyes…

“I said look at me!” he demands more viciously and slams me down so hard his groin slaps against my clit.

My eyes flash open and I give him what he wants, meeting his golden gaze.

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