Page 23 of Falling for Paris
She pushed him on his back and straddled his solid hips, intrigued by the ridge that strained his pants.
“I wonder if the famous chef tastes as good as he looks.” She crawled lower, all the while watching his clenched jaw slacken at the implication.
He ran his hands through her hair. “You don’t need to—”
The steady sound of the zipper, the heat that emanated from Rafael’s rigid thickness, and his helpless groans overtook her senses. Tori tugged down pants and boxers, wrapping her fist around his shaft and tasting the bud of moisture at its tip.
“I want to. I want to choke on this long cock. And I want you to watch me choke as I make you come.”Holy hell, who was talking right now?Tori couldn’t believe she said those words out loud. Yet something about Rafael’s licentious orders, his frank authority, urged her on.
As soon as his rounded tip filled her mouth, she stopped holding back. Tori wrapped around his manhood, stretching more than ever and sucking with abandon. The aroma of his soap mixed with the earthy fragrance uniquely his. She couldn’t get enough.
“Mon ange, slow down,” he ground out. “I don’t want this to end quickly. It’s too good.”
She smiled up after a slow, languid swirl of her tongue up the column that, unbelievably, had gotten larger and harder. Fondling his heavy balls, she licked and sucked at the top half, teasing him a bit. He growled through panting breaths.
“That’s it, just like that. Look at your beautiful mouth around my cock. It’s too pretty, Tori. It’s too fucking pretty I want to ruin it by shoving deep. Will you let me,mon ange? Will you let me wreck that pretty mouth?”
“Yes,” she managed to exhale as her rhythm intensified and her arousal sharpened. “Ruin me already.”
He jerked his hips up, his fingers in her hair holding her head steady. He fucked her mouth, somehow riding her but from beneath. This impossibly sexy man controlling even whatshedid tohim. Halfway at first and then deeper, every thrust knocking against the back of her throat. Her eyes watered and her breathing struggled, but her discomfort was nothing compared to the thrill of Rafael’s rapture.
“It was torture to watch you suck the chocolate off your fingers today.” He spoke in gritty, labored spurts. “Making me crazy every time I saw that pink tongue. Turning me into a madman when I imagined my cock just like this. Fucking your face. Ruining your too-pretty mouth.”
Thick and scorching in her mouth, growing impossibly thicker, he filled her with his words, his grunts, his passion. Pleasing him and surrendering to the moment made her feel alive and empowered. Shewantedto be wrecked.
He was as deep as she could take him. Rafael’s hips pumped upward and Tori felt the inevitable explosion on her tongue before it hit her throat. Throbbing in her mouth, his dick filled all of her senses, his roar invaded the room. She kept up as much as she could, but it was impossible. He was just so big, so intense, somuch.
She pulled back as they both panted through the aftermath of his explosion. Her hand on his torso, Tori felt his abdominal muscles clench when he began to sit up. Rafael ran his palm down her back before flipping her over. Pressed into the mattress, she accepted his weight while Rafael rubbed his thumb over her lower lip.
“Was I too rough, Tori? I shouldn’t have.”
“I wanted you to.” His regret was unacceptable. “You were perfect rough.”
Rafael exhaled and shook his head. “How are you the most determined, defiant womanandthe sweetest, sexiest vixen, Tori. Explain.” She heard the amusement beneath the comment and clung to it. Because wasn’t he right, after all?
She didn’t back down to challenges in her everyday life. Yet, sexually, she recognized her need to submit. It was surrender enabled by consent. Binding her body yet freeing her sensuality. Degrading her with words while letting her fantasies soar. Tori wanted to nestle against him as she let her thoughts roam. But suddenly, he groaned and jumped out of bed.
“Rafael, what’s wrong?” she called to his back as he retreated into the bathroom. She heard water run and then nothing. Worry flooded her veins. “Are you hurt? Do you need my help—”
“No!” he barked. “Tori, I…No. Just no. Leave me alone, please. I’ll be fine in a few minutes.” His gruffness sounded like begging and scorning combined.
She huffed away. Stubborn man. How could he dismiss her when all she wanted to do was help? She was great at helping! Ask her sisters whose lives intertwined with hers although they were spread across the country. Ask her work team and her good friends. Fuck, ask James, her ex-husband, who very much depended on her helpfulness. The jerk turned her goodwill bitter by forcinghisneeds into the center ofherlife.
The thought sobered Tori up. Having James and Rafael in the same train of thought was singularly upsetting. She shut it down immediately and focused on finding clothes that were neither too tight nor too frumpy. She settled on the least-wrinkled summer dress.
Eventually, he came out fully clothed and infuriatingly poised. Her mind stuttered because she was still roiling in the aftermath of having swallowed what felt like a pint of this man’s cum. Meanwhile, Rafael stood there with his shirt tucked into immaculate slacks. She realized he had never even undressed. She was buck naked and writhing in bed while he stayed in control of his faculties and of the situation. Somehow, Rafael appearing unaffected stung more than any rough demands he made of her body.
Tori was confused and embarrassed. Which is why she refused to be anything but pleasant.
“Where shall we grab dinner, Chef?”
He woke in his bed the next morning with a dream of his angel moaning her pleasure and pumping his cock. Lurid and perfect and immensely frustrating, every moment thinking about Tori was now laced with a truth he couldn’t deny. He wanted her but couldn’t,shouldn’thave her.
Last night was too much. It scorched his nerves. Confused his senses. It was dangerous to continue, to indulge in the deep, aching desire to hold and to be held. By her.
He didn’t last two minutes in an embrace before the adrenaline singed through his medication and seized his right limb. He barely made it into the bathroom before the contortions began. He had sunk his teeth into his knuckles to keep from whimpering like a wounded animal. Because that’s what he was. A creature unworthy of his angel.
When last night’s attack passed, he had shored up his control to face Victoria’s ire. She had sounded insulted when he rejected her assistance. But when he approached, she was the picture of nonchalance. The casualness with which she ignored his embarrassing episode and launched straight to dinner plans left him disoriented. Discreetly, he took his medication and hoped the worst had passed.
