Page 236 of Wrong Marriage. Right Groom
He pulled back almost all the way, then slammed into me hard.
Pleasure exploded behind my eyes like stars bursting across the night sky.
Just like that, he set a relentless rhythm — pulling out slowly only to drive back in with powerful, punishing thrusts.
The bed shook violently beneath us as he fucked me hard and deep.
I parted my thighs as wide as they would go, welcoming every brutal stroke, my body arching greedily to meet him.
Damn... I love this so fucking much.
I didn’t want it to stop. Not ever.
My screams and moans filled the room, raw and uninhibited, as he rammed into me again and again.
The intense pleasure began building once more, coiling tighter and tighter in my core until I could barely breathe.
I tried to speak, to warn him, but no coherent words would come — only desperate, broken moans.
I tried to tell him I was about to come undone, but he kept fucking me so hard, so perfectly, that all I could do was cling to him.
He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear as he grunted low and rough, the sound vibrating through me like a dark melody.
It was as if he had imagined this moment a thousand times and was finally claiming what he had denied himself for so long.
“I’ll... I’ll cum!” I screamed when the pressure became too much, when I couldn’t hold it back any longer.
Rafael’s hands grabbed my waist with bruising strength, holding me exactly where he wanted me.
His voice was low, commanding, and darkly possessive against my ear. “Go on... cum for me, Loretta. Let me feel you.”
He slammed into me with even greater force.
My body shuddered violently as the wave crashed over me.
Everything went white.
Pleasure detonated inside me in a huge, shattering release that drained every ounce of strength from my limbs.
It took several long moments before I even realized I was still on his bed, trembling and gasping beneath him.
With three or four more deep, merciless thrusts, Rafael followed right after me. He came hard and passionately inside me, his groan low and guttural as he emptied himself deep in my body.
Then he collapsed gently on top of me, careful not to crush me, and took my lips in a slow, devastating kiss — as if this moment, this connection, meant everything to him.
Even as he remained buried deep inside me, his mouth moved against mine with tender possession.
After a moment, he rolled to the side and pulled me with him so that I was lying on top of his chest, his cock still nestled inside me.
His strong arms came around my back, holding me close.
I wondered briefly if he wanted me to ride him, but he simply murmured against my hair, his voice soft yet commanding in that quiet way of his.
“Rest.”
That single word was soothing, almost gentle.
His hand began to massage slow, firm circles along my spine.
