Page 8 of Endlessly Raphael
I’m gonna die if I don’t get that dick. “You promise?”
Raphael nuzzles my neck. “Promise. I would never harm you in that way. Or we can leave and go—”
“No. I trust you. Weirdly, I believe you. I’m negative too, and I’m on PrEP.”
“So…? You want to continue?”
“Yes. Please. I need this. You.”
“We are two souls with the same needs tonight.”
And then he breaches me and I exhale, slumping against the car. Oh fuck yes. He’s huge. Not too long, but so damn thick I swear he could split me in two. Wouldn’t that be fucking amazing?
I expect him to just go hard like so many casual fucks, interested only in his nut, but Raphael surprises me again, gripping the front of my neck and slowly thrusting until I loosen up completely and that tight ring of muscles allows him in.
He kisses my neck as he fucks into me, holding on to me tightly, which is a good thing—my legs are shaking so badly I don’t think they’d hold me up on their own. Finally, I’ve reached the place where the sting stops and the pleasure kicks in.
“Fuck me so hard I can’t remember my name,” I whisper.
Raphael chuckles, biting my earlobe before tearing into me. He fucks me so hard the car moves back and forth. My sweaty hands slide along the cool metal, looking for purchase, but I’m just a ragdoll in his grasp.
Raphael’s movements are pure silk, smooth and methodical. He hits me so deep inside, my request to have my insides rearranged might actually come true. He tags that delicious spot deep inside with each thrust, pushing me closer to the edge, but just as I’m about to fall over, he pulls out.
“Hey,” I complain, but Raphael just laughs and flips me onto my back.
He pushes me higher on the car and lifts my legs, slamming back into me with one deep thrust.
“Oh fuck. Fuck.”
“Good?” he asks. “Or too much?”
“So fucking good.”
His grin suggests he already knew that. I grip his forearms, one on either side of me, wrapping my legs around his waist as he does his best to tear me to pieces and yes, make me forget my name. I’m close to tears as waves of pleasure pulse through my body, and the orgasm I so desperately chase builds deep in my core.
“If you edge me again, I’ll cut your balls off,” I threaten.
Raphael throws his head back in laughter but doesn’t miss a single thrust. “You feel like paradise,” he whispers as his laughter falls away. “I could fuck you forever.”
“I might let you,” I whisper back, licking my bottom lip. “Fuck, you’re hot.”
His brow crinkles as he increases the speed of his hips slapping into me. I can feel his balls smacking my skin, and as I drag my hands down his broad chest, I let myself imagine doing this with him every night.
“Fuck,” he murmurs through tight lips.
Under the dim light, I would swear his eyes are even lighter, but he closes them just as I’m being drawn in by them. I want to beg him to open them and keep them on me, but words are lost as I finally fall helplessly over the edge, taking my dignity and sanity with it.
I cry out his name as cum shoots from my cock, watching in awe as he scoops it up with his fingers and licks them. Holy fuck.
The orgasm rattles my body, leaving me shaking and on the verge of tears from its power. Raphael’s arms tense, his face tightening as his cock swells impossibly thicker. He’s silent as he releases deep inside me. He falls forward, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close and inhaling the intoxicating scent of sex, body heat, and something distinctly Raphael. It’s earthy and sensual, like how an autumn night around a bonfire smells.
As we lie together, perched on the hood of his car, our skin cooled by the night air, I decide to ask the question I’ve had bottled up inside me for the last two weeks, hoping to find someone suitable for the task.
“Hey, Raphael?”
“Mm?” he asks, slowly lifting his head to gaze at me.