When She Loves (The Fallen, #4)(71)

Rafaele stands up, an envelope in his hand. “I just have to drop this at the mailbox.”

I toss the book aside and throw my body between him and the door. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

Amusement dances in his eyes. “What’s the magic word, wife?”

“Please,” I beg. It sounds like a sob. “Please.”

He presses me against the door with his muscled body. The impact nudges the toy against a spot inside of me that makes me whimper.

“Please what?” he asks in a husky voice.

I look at him through my eyelashes. “Please make me come.”

He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear oh so gently, like he’s not the most evil man on earth. “What else?”

I swallow. Damn him. “Please fuck my ass.”

He grins. Butterflies explode inside my belly. “That’s my good girl. I’ll gladly fuck your pretty little ass.”

Before I know what’s happening, he’s carrying me out of his office in his arms. I squirm in his hold, chasing that high that’s just out of reach. My body buzzes, every nerve ending at the ready, and when we finally make it to the bedroom, there isn’t a thing in the world I wouldn’t let Rafaele do to me.

He tosses me on the bed and flips me on my stomach. “Get on your hands and knees.”

I quickly slip out of my dress and obey, baring my ass to him. Slowly, he pulls on the toy.

“Oh fuck,” I moan as he thrusts it in and out of me a few times. I need more, so I reach between my legs and press my fingers against my clit.

The toy disappears. Rafaele pulls my hand away and holds it firmly against my lower back.

I cry out in protest. “Why?”

“Because you’ll come when I say you can come.” There’s the sound of his belt buckle coming undone.

He snakes one arm around my thighs and pulls me toward him until my feet are hanging off the edge of the bed. A moment later, he slides his cock inside my pussy. I nearly choke at the sudden fullness. He starts thrusting and reaches around to strum my clit. I groan. Yes, finally. His fingers move in tight, perfect circles at just the right speed. The pressure inside of me expands until I’m fisting the sheets and moaning his name. He thrusts into me, going fast and deep and hard, making me writhe until my orgasm explodes through my body. I fall off the edge into the abyss, my body spasming with harsh waves of pleasure.

“Oh God,” I groan.

Before I can even catch my breath, he pulls out of my pussy and prods against my back entrance. My eyes spring open as he starts to push inside. He’s definitely bigger than the toy.

I clutch the sheet. “Holy shit.” The stretching sensation is back, and it’s a lot more intense. On the edge of barely manageable even in my post-orgasm haze. I do my best to breathe through it.

Rafaele grunts behind me. “Fuck. So tight.”

I whimper as he goes deeper.

He stills, digging his fingers into my hips in a possessive hold. “Tesoro, are you okay?”

“Fine,” I squeeze out, trying to focus on relaxing my muscles.

Rafaele drags a firm knuckle down my spine. “Is it too much?”

I press my forehead to the bed and let my head loll to the side. “Give me a few seconds.”

He moves his hands to my ass cheeks and starts to massage them. Soon I can feel the remaining tension uncoil inside of me.

“Keep going,” I tell him.

He pushes in a few more inches and groans. “That’s it. You almost got it. Fuck, you look gorgeous.”

His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. Sweat drips down my neck. Everything feels deliciously dirty. I rise up on my palms and press back into him until my thighs meet his.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters.

I expect him to start moving, but he stays still. Waiting for something. “How is it, tesoro? I want you to enjoy it as much as I am.”

Warmth slides through my entire body. “I might if you start moving sometime this year.”

He chuckles, gives my ass a firm smack, and begins to thrust. I arch my back, meeting his movements with my own.

He groans. “Fuck. You take it so well, Cleo. I wish you could see it.”

I imagine his thick cock sliding in and out of my tight little hole and moan at the image. I want to see it too. A brilliant idea comes to me. I can see it.

My phone is on the nightstand, a few feet away. I shift and manage to reach far enough to grab it. “Rafe,” I moan. “Call me from your phone.”

Rafaele’s movements slow and then stop. “Fuck, okay,” he says hoarsely.

He pulls out while I place my phone on the bed in front of me. There’s some rustling as he fishes his phone out of wherever it is.

A few seconds later, I pick up his video call.

The image of his hard cock spayed across one of my ass cheeks makes me groan.

“Watch,” Rafaele growls as he wraps his hand around his length and presses the head against my hole. Slowly, so fucking slowly, he enters me, and it’s all I can do not to come right then and there.

“Oh God,” I moan as he fills me right to the hilt.

He holds the camera slightly above, giving me a full view of my ass and back. And then he starts to pump.

Watching him fuck me on video is like having sex on steroids. My body tingles everywhere, and all traces of my earlier discomfort disappear. Now, it just feels good. Really fucking good.