Page 89 of Raphael (Belles & Mobsters 5)

Her mouth skimmed down my neck, her nose brushing against my skin. And then she inhaled deeply, like she needed me in her lungs. Just as I needed her in my blood.

“I’ve never made it this far,” she whispered against my neck. “I think I’m good. Don’t hold back.”

I shifted away, just enough to see her face. I needed to see her face, to ensure she meant it. Our eyes met and I saw reassurance in hers. Lust. And the need in them reflected my own.

I thrust all the way in, filling her to the hilt and stilled. Her pussy clenched around me and a shudder rolled down my back.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” she moaned.

“My reina knows exactly how to flatter the devil.” I had to fight the urge to start rutting her like a beast. But she had to get used to me first.

Her lips curved into a smile, her hair sprawled around her like a fan. Like my own personal angel.

“Don’t hold back, Raphael,” she murmured. “I’m ready.”

She arched her back up off of the bed, her channel strangling my cock. My muscles shook with the need to pound into her. Sweat gathered at my brow. She felt so fucking good.

“Give me everything,” she spoke softly in my ear.

And my control snapped. The primal need clawed its way up and like the devil, I let loose. I pulled away, then rammed hard into her. Her loud moan was the best music. My big body pinned her against the mattress, pounding into her and she took it all.

My body on top of hers, supporting myself with my forearms, my hips kept thrusting into her over and over again, while I kept my gaze on her face. Her warm pussy clenched around my cock, welcoming it home.

My ears buzzed and I lost myself to her heaven.

“Mine.” Thrust.

“Always mine.” Thrust.

“Forever.” Thrust.

She screamed my name. I couldn’t tell whether my words came out in English or Spanish. All I did was feel her. That beautiful lust-filled gaze. Her pussy clenching around my cock. Her soft body yielding to mine.

Our moans and grunts mixed together.

She felt so good. I fucking loved her. I had waited for her for a long time. I’d never let her go. I rutted into her mindlessly, deeper and harder.

“Oh my God. Raphael, Raphael.” My name spilled from her mouth like a prayer. “Please, Raphael,” she panted. “More.”

I thrust harder, worrying in the back of my mind if I should be gentler. Sweeter. But I was so far gone and she hadn’t stopped me yet. I took her mouth and continued thrusting, rutting her deeper. Our tongues tangled, the rhythm of it matching my thrusts. We kissed hard and rough, our teeth and tongues clashing together.

She cried out. I felt her body tighten underneath me, but I couldn’t stop fucking her hard. She cried out against my mouth and I swallowed her sound. The sight of my reina orgasming would be my sole goal for the rest of my life. My addiction.

Her pussy clenched around my cock in a chokehold. Her body shook against me and I fucking loved it and kept riding her until my own climax shot up my spine.

I came harder than ever before, my cock pulsing inside her and my every muscle tightening.

“Mi reina,” I grunted as I spilled inside her, my face buried in the crook of her neck.

It wasn’t until the smell of primrose and sun on her skin seeped into my lungs that I realized I had fucked my virgin wife like a beast.

I lifted on my elbow. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Reina.”

The softest smile I had ever seen on a woman lingered on her lips and her expression was that of pure bliss.

“That was–” she murmured, her eyelids heavy. “Amazing,” she murmured.

Then a soft snore sounded in the room and a smile stayed on her face.

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