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I suddenly stop my ruthless bouncing and go for a slow grind.
“Fuck,” Raph grunts. “Fucking...ah!” I like to reciprocate the teasing at times.
Because I love the power I have over him. It’s addictive. Love how much I can make him feel. I try to smirk, and to keep my thrusts slow. But the sight of him under me covered in sweat, messy hair, red lips, and crazy eyes? It’s almost too much.
“You’re so sexy.” My voice is surprisingly steady considering how close to the edge I feel.
“And you are perfect,” he replies with his crooked smile.
I smile back, my heart nearly exploding inside my chest, and roll my hips, careful and controlled.
“My perfect piglet.” I gasp at that nickname. But he abruptly sits up and grabs two handfuls of my ass. Biting on his lower lip, he starts fucking me from below.
“Yes.” Pure bliss shoots straight into my veins while he rips me open. “I belong to you,” I cry out, knowing his caveman side loves to hear that.
He twists his hips in reward for that statement, making me moan. “Goddamn right, you belong to me. And I will kill anyone who tries to take you away from me… again.”
Apparently possessive psychopath is a real aphrodisiac for me. I can barely breathe right now. He simply growls and rolls us over. His cock slips out of me, and I whine in disapproval and desperation.
“Raph, fuck me. Please.” I don't need to see his face to know he's smirking as he lines his cock up at my swollen entrance again, pushing between my cheeks.
“Good boy,” he purrs, and I shiver in delight.
One hard thrust and I’m full again. I rock my hips back to meet his, urging him deeper, harder, faster. Raph groans against my neck, snapping his hips forward in a punishing rhythm. I shift my legs higher and settle them around Raph’s back to hurry him up. Then I rock back against him, and we both groan.
I lose myself in Raph. He consumes me, body and soul. He has the power to multiply every feeling I have by a thousand with a simple touch, a mere glance, a crooked smile. He sees me in my entirety, overwhelms me on all fronts, and I love the intensity of it.
Our lips press together, tongues fighting back and forth as heat climbs up my spine. He turns his mouth toward my shoulder and bites me hard.
As I come, the convulsions racking my body are so violent, I think I might black out.
His cock twitches as I feel his cum flooding me. “Fuck, yes, I’m marking your insides,” he groans.
There's something about the sensation of being filled with his cum that pushes me over the edge again, and more cum shoots out of my aching dick. It feels so impossibly good I can hardly stand it. I tremble with satisfaction, enjoying the little aftershocks as Raph drops against me, his arms over our heads and his strong, muscular chest pressed to mine. He buries his face in my neck and licks the sting on my shoulder. I turn my face and breathe in his scent of sweat, sex, and Raph.
“I am so glad I met you,” I say quietly. My heart clenches. It’s such a simple statement, but it leaves me open and vulnerable. And it also makes me think about… What if we never met?
He lifts his head. His bright jade eyes study me intently. “I’d do it all over again to get to you.”
I know he means it. He’d go through all that atrocious pain and lonely years again just to be with me. Instead of crying this time, I decide to engage all those emotions dancing inside me in a more productive way and kiss the hell out of the man I happen to be head over heels in love with.
Raph’s phone puts an end to the sweet moment. Our big family and busy work schedules are always intruding into our bubble. But I still enjoy the sight of his bare ass while he bends to retrieve his cell from his pants on the floor.
“What?” he answers, sitting on the bed with his back to me. I quickly push up and wrap my arms around his shoulders, plastering my chest to his side.
“We are downstairs. Let us come up!” I hear Rami yelling from the phone.
“Fuck off,” is Raph’s reply. He laces his fingers with mine and places them on his heart.
“Get your cock out of Michael, and… “
“How do you know it’s not my cock inside him?” I ask.
After a few seconds of silence, Uri replies, “Nice try, Mike. Tell the psycho to let us up.” He snorts.
“Shut up, you sociopathic idiot,” Raph deadpans.
“You know I can easily find the elevator code to your apartment. I’m being polite here,” Rami reminds him.
