Page 160 of The Counterfeit Lover

"Maybe in…" I look at my watch, "half an hour?"

"Deal," he kisses me lightly on the lips.

I continue to lay on top of him, my mind so numb from the weed. In the beginning I hadn't realized that the effect is gradual, not all at once. I probably shouldn't have smoked so much.

"That's it, we're going home, you're about to fall asleep."

"But we didn't even dance," I pout at him.

Not one to be deterred, he takes me in his arms, thanking everyone for their company and getting me out of there.

And as we take a cab back home, I can't help but wrap myself around him, hugging him to my chest, simply wanting to melt into him.

"There, pretty girl," he chuckles. "We're almost there."

"I want you," I say out loud, grabbing his shirt and batting my lashes at him. "I need you inside of me," I purr in what I think is a very seductive tone.

But Raf doesn't think so as he places his hand over my mouth, telling me to be quiet until we get home.

Not one to be deterred, I trail my hands all over his body.

Does weed make you horny? Because I am. So, so horny I'll die if he doesn't fuck me right now.

"Fuck me, please," I mumble against his hand, the sound muffled.

Raf sports an amused expression as he continues to look at me. The moment the cab stops in front of our building, he takes me in his arms and in no time we're back to our apartment.

"Let's put you to bed. You're high, pretty girl," he chuckles, but I simply wrap my arms around him.

"I need you," I rasp against his mouth, kissing him with all I have. "I need you. Now, Raf. Now…"

He takes my mouth in a dazzling kiss, and without even breaking contact I bring my hands to my jeans, fumbling to get them off me. It's clumsy—a little too clumsy—but I manage to do it while still sucking his tongue in my mouth.

"Bed," I order him, backing towards the bedroom as he continues to kiss me, his hands now going to the hem of my shirt, wrenching it off me and throwing it somewhere in the hallway.

It's only when the back of my knees meet the bed that we stop.

Chuckling, I lean back just long enough to give him a silly grin and undo his pants, pushing them down his hips before discarding my underwear and inviting him between my legs.

Ever the gentleman, he tries to kiss his way down my body, but I have no patience for it now. Not when I'm so feverish from just being next to him.

"I need you inside of me, Raf. Now!" I cry out as I wrap my legs around him, urging that hard part of him to join me where I want him the most.

And he does. Oh, thank God he does.

My back hits the bed just as he starts pumping into me, the same urgency overtaking him as I continue to kiss him, our tongues mating just as wildly as our bodies.

"Yes, fuck," I let out half a moan when I feel the head of his cock hit a deep spot within me.

There's a sharp pain that's accompanied by sweet pleasure as he does it all over again.

"You feel so damn good, pretty girl. Too good," he grunts, his scent invading my nostrils and making me clench my walls in response.

"I need… I need…" my mouth opens on a loud cry as he sneaks his hand between our bodies, touching my clit just as his thrusts become more pronounced.

The pain, too, seems to increase.

Yet I can't find it in me to care.

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