His lips curl upward and he steps closer. My body trembles, the hair on my body rises. I can now see his eyes clearly.
Dark as ink, blazing like flames.
My legs soften to jelly as the heat travels down my body. I can now see the desires in them, and he isn’t even hiding it.
He grins widely.
My legs go weak and I stumble back a few steps just as my butt comes in contact with a tree trunk.
My heart skips, watching him as he walks closer.
“What… what are… you… doing?”
I bite my teeth, my irritation flaring at the fear that’s evident in my voice.
He raises a brow, stopping in front of me, directly in my face.
“What does it look like?” he drawls, his voice too dark.
He leans closer, his face pressing to the area between my neck and shoulder. He inhales, and I tremble.
My stomach dips, and I feel warmth spread through me. His breath hits my bare chest, and my nipples harden under his watch.
Fuck.
What’s happening to me?
What the hell is he doing to me?
My fingers curl up, digging into my palms, and I grit my teeth.
“How much are you willing to give to keep your secret, huh?” he whispers, then lifts his head to stare at me.
My lips tremble but no words come.
I didn’t see his hand move until it slips past my skirt to my panties. I hiss before I can stop myself.
Thick, fat hand. Strong fingers, rough and hot.
My hips buckle. My eyes flutter, trying to stay open as his hand palms my core.
“What… are you doing?” I squeak.
My breath rises. I hold his gaze but I can’t bring myself to move away.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he drawls. “Are you that excited? So you like to play?”
“I… I,”
I don’t even know what I want to say, but I don’t want him to remove his hand, and I don’t want to admit it either.
My chest rises and falls shakily, every breath more difficult than the last.
He remains unaffected as ever.
A soft grin on his face, his posture still erect while I’m almost puffy against the palm between my legs, cupping my heat as lightly as ever.
God. Fuck.
I want him to move his damn hand.
Fuck, fuck, I can feel my pussy pulsing, wetness pooling in my panties.
“Will you do whatever you want to do, I have a party to get to.”
I hiss out, but the slight trembling in my voice can’t be missed.
He flashes me his pant-eating smile.
I gasp.
My heart seizes in my chest as his fingers make contact with my entrance.
“FUCK!”
The word rolls off my tongue with a gasp.
My thighs quiver, clenching around him.
His hand starts to move, his fingers stroke my pussy folds, rubbing on the little bud between my folds.
I gasp but I couldn’t say a word.
God, he’s our security. I should be alarmed, I should reprimand him, but my thighs only open wider.
I wrap my hands around the tree behind me as I helplessly stare at him and buckle my hips like a shameless slut.
"Yeah, daddy’s girl. Take it like that,” he whispers. "Bet you haven’t been touched by a real man before, huh? You like this? Tell me, I'm going to keep your secret.”
I hiss, my eyes flash. “Goddammit! Just do what you want to do and let me go.”
“That’s more like it,” he says.
His fingers push into my entrance and my vision blurs for a second.
Fuck fuck fuck.
My mouth hangs open, my breath seizes in my chest and I can’t breathe.
He leans closer, moving his head downward to my chest. My body trembles as I struggle to swallow my moans with his fingers pumping into my hole.
Soft wet sounds ring in the air.
I pant, grinding my hips forward. I don’t want him to stop. I want to scream at him for more but I don’t.
This is unlike any other time I’ve made out with guys my age. Raphael’s fingers are too strong, sending harsh strokes into my vagina, unlike their soft thin ones.
I would be a fool to pass up this experience even if I wouldn’t admit it; I’m definitely going to enjoy it.
Yesss… more please, more.
Don’t stop. Fucking don’t stop.
Take me all.
Goddd.
His breath burns my open chest area, the space between my boobs, then I feel warmth close around my right nipple before his tongue lashes onto the hard bud.
“Godd…” I cry out before I can stop myself.
His fingers are still soaked in my wetness, twisting and stretching my insides and now his hot tongue is on my sensitive nipple, fuck.
“Please,” I whisper.
I let go of the tree and grab onto his neck, burying his face deeper down my chest.
“Yes, more please.” My hands shake around him. “Don’t stop.”
It’s getting to be too much and I can no longer control myself. I’m getting closer to the edge, I can fucking feel it.
My waist rocks faster, slick moisture slides down my thighs. The slapping sound becomes wetter, sloppier but I don’t care, I only want the release.
I reach up to my halter neck top and pull down the fabric, revealing my naked boobs to his face.
“Just suck the damn thing,” I snap, pushing his head down before he can say a word.
“Mmmm,”
My toes curl, my eyes shut tight at the wet warmness. His other hand cups my other breast, pinching the nipple and fondling it.
“Ohhh…”
I arch up his body, bouncing off his hand.
My stomach tightens, my brain sparking like a touch of electricity and exploding right away.
“Oooooh. Oh, oh, oh, fuck…” I squeeze around him, his fingers and neck.
My body trembles, dancing like a leaf in water. His fingers don’t stop pushing into my pussy and his tongue doesn’t stop sucking my boobs.
It’s too much, God. I can’t take it, but hell if I don’t.
“Yess, yes, oh yes.” I scream, my eyes squeezed shut till the tornado washes away.
My body falls limp against the tree, his fingers slide out of my swollen folds, and he finally lifts his head.
A wicked glint sparks in his eyes; he licks his lips and moves back.
My chest rises and falls rapidly, my eyes follow his movement as my breathing returns to normal, and my eyes catch the swell in his pants.
Huge.
Painfully hard.
My curiosity peaks, I want to find out.
My knees give out under me and I reach for his belt. His brows raise, his lips curl up but he doesn’t stop me.
“Getting ahead of yourself, Betty? If I didn’t know better, I would have thought you were just so desperate to keep your secret.”
He clicks his tongue but I don’t mind him as my focus is on undoing his pants. My hands move faster, pulling down his zipper and dragging the pants and briefs down.
My eyes widen, my lips fall open at the horror before me. I didn’t move my head fast enough as it sprang upright, hitting my cheek and stretching upward to the monster behind him.
My eyes follow the length and I meet Raphael’s wink and I swallow, realizing that my mouth is dry.
I return my gaze to the horror itself.
Fucking huge.
It’s as huge as the size of my arm, with thick veins stretching around its pale skin, pulsing angrily like it’s going to explode.
My heart squeezes in my chest as I stare at the ten-inch cock with a plump, dark mushy head, glistening with precum.
“I want to taste you,” I blurt out, my body freezing at the sudden request a little too late.
