Rafa took me. That was the only way to describe it. He took me and made me his, completely and absolutely. No matter what I did or said, I was going to be his and he was going to get what he wanted from me, and that set my heart pounding in my chest.
I wriggled my ass, squeezing his hair as he worked me. He was like a man dying of thirst, finally finding a drink of water. He lapped me up like I was iced tea, and I could barely contain myself.
I gently pulled myself away from him. He looked up at me as I pushed him back slightly. He grinned and slowly moved onto his back, letting me straddle his waist. I pulled off my shirt and tossed my bra aside as he began to feel my breasts, teasing my nipples.
“This is what I needed,” he said, “your fucking perfect body on top of mine.”
“You need rest.”
“Not now I don’t.” He slapped my ass and I giggled. “I need to come deep inside this tight little pussy.”
I smiled as I slid down him and unbuckled his pants, kneeling over him. I slid his pants off and then his briefs, being careful of the stitches along his leg.
He watched me as I took his cock in my mouth and slowly sucked his length, my hands on either side of his hips. He groaned as I began to suck him faster, my tongue rolling along his tip. I sucked him hard, loving his taste, losing myself in his groans.
“Come on, girl,” he said. “Suck that fucking cock. I’ve had dreams about this.”
I took him into my throat, loving how much he wanted it, needing to work him. I pulled back, gasping and jerking his soaked cock off, staring into his eyes. He groaned and pulled me back down, pressing my mouth down along his cock, pushing it into my throat. I let him fuck my mouth like that, taking him between my lips, groaning.
I couldn’t help but reach back and feel my soaking clit, rubbing myself as I sucked his cock. I spread my legs, ass in the air, sucking his thick cock, taking it down my throat. He grunted, pushing me down, and then released me.
I gasped and couldn’t take it a second longer. I moved forward, wrapped my legs around his waist, and slowly slid down along his thick cock.
“Oh shit,” I gasped as he took my hips. I slid down his length, taking him inside me. He groaned as I twisted my hips, working my back, and slowly slid back up.
“That’s right,” he said. “I love feeling this soaked pussy wrapped around my cock. I love feeling your skin from the inside, you dirty fucking girl. Ride that cock.”
“Yes, Rafa,” I groaned.
“Fuck. Say that again.”
“Yes, Rafa.”
He slapped my ass hard as I began to ride him up and down, sliding along his slick cock. I felt the glow of pleasure building in my core as I began to slide faster and faster, working my hips.
He took my ass in his hands and fucked me, working with my rhythm. I put my hands on his chest, looking down into his eyes. I wanted him to come inside me, wanted to take his hot cum deep inside my pussy. I couldn’t believe how good it felt as I rode him, working my hips.
He slapped my ass again. “I want you to come on this big cock,” he commanded. “I want to see you fucking come.”
“Yes, Rafa,” I answered.
He reached forward and pulled me down toward him. He held my hair and kissed me hard as he began to fuck me rough. He slammed into my ass, his cock pistoning in and out of me, filling me and fucking me. I moaned into his kiss, rolling my hips and working his cock.
I could feel it building, building inside. I could feel how close I was, and I wasn’t going to stop. Rafa wasn’t going to let me stop. He held me down and fucked me, pulling me against his chest. I gripped his shoulders as he destroyed me, completely destroyed me, and I wasn’t going to stop him.
The orgasm came over me then. It rolled through my body and he held me tight, not letting up, his thick cock fucking me hard as I came. It obliterated my mind, ran through me like a fire, burning through my core and taking me to that place I could only ever reach when Rafa took my body.
I felt him stiffen and groan in response to my orgasm, and I felt him come inside me. I couldn’t help myself; I began to roll my hips, working with him through our orgasms, loving it and needing it.
Finally, it passed, and I collapsed next to him on the floor. We were both dripping sweat. I reached down and checked his leg.
“Bleeding?” he asked.
“No,” I confirmed.
“Good.” He laughed. “It would be worth it anyway.”
I just smiled and put my head on his chest. I listened to the thumping sounds of his heart and realized that I didn’t think I’d be able to live without that beating in my ear ever again.
I was changed, and I didn’t know what that change really meant.