Page 128 of Tempted By the Devil

But a darker, almost terrifying edge to him that sparks excitement inside me.

Rafael Calderone is a renowned billionaire businessman. Yet there’s something about him that’s primal. That makes me sense he keeps these parts of himself hidden from me.

…except for now.

Except during these moments we’re alone together and he unleashes his dominance and gives me the best sex of my life.

The dark, focused look on his face makes my pussy clench.

And then comes the explosion—Rafael drives back into me and stars shoot before my eyes. His thick, throbbing dick slips in deep and sets off an instant burst of pleasure. It crackles over my body, more tiny sparkles everywhere.

He feels so good inside me that I’m like a starving woman. I’m desperate and needy, always hungry for more.

He’s more than ready to deliver. He grips my thighs and moves his hips in smooth, fast strokes. It’s the most natural thing for him, all masculine and dominating instincts taking over as he strokes into me.

My pussy walls quiver taking him. If I was soaking before, I’m an ocean now. Wet and hot around him, pulsating for every hard thrust he gives.

He only goes deeper. He invades every inch of my body.

His dick hits the back of my pussy and I bow against him. My throat aches from all the moans I let out. I clutch at his arms and turn my head as pleasure builds from the deepest part of myself.

The same spot where Rafael bashes away at. The same sweet spot that makes my whole pussy convulse.

Rafael grabs my chin and jerks my head forward. He wants my gaze on him as he fucks me. I peer up at him and see the heat burning in his dark eyes.

No words are necessary to understand this moment between us.

I belong to him. My pussy is his to fuck. My body his to pleasure.

I’m his and his alone. No one else gets to have me.

…and it couldn’t turn me on more.

I shudder all over again as Rafael forces me to look him in the eye and he pounds away at my soaked, sensitive pussy.

There’s no smile to be found in his expression. No softness or tenderness.

Not in this moment.

Only intense, hot, carnal lust.

He drives even deeper, fucking me viciously and mercilessly. He plants a kiss on my mouth and then bites my lower lip, bottoming out inside me.

I cling to his back, feeling the ripple of muscles and beads of sweat, and cry out at how deep he goes. He’s switched up his thrusts, the motions short but powerful like a punch. It sets off nerve endings in my pussy that I didn’t even realize I have.

Another orgasm wipes me out with a sharp cry. Waves of hot pleasure crash down. I’m a mess of tingling sparks and deep tremors.

Rafael flips me over and spears back into me. It’s like the world has been flipped upside down. The next thing I know, I’m on my knees, clutching the sheets as he wraps his fist in my hair and fucks me even harder.

The room fills with slapping sounds of our bodies slamming together. Other sounds like our filthy moans and groans and the thick, primal grunts that rumble from Rafael.

My arms and legs soften into jelly, until the only thing holding me upisRafael. The size of him is almost too much, almost enough to make me beg for mercy. But then he hits the right spot and pleasure rises to new levels.

My walls stretch around him, pulsing and slick. I reach under myself and greedily rub away at my clit as he strokes in and out.

I’m on the cusp of my third orgasm when Rafael comes. It turns into the trigger I need. His dick throbbing inside me, spilling hot liquid deep pushes me over the edge. I clamp down on him and scream into the bedsheets.

In this moment, I feel every part of him. Every creamy drop of cum he’s deposited deep inside my pussy. Every pulsing vein and ridge of his cock as he buries himself. Even the flex of his muscles as his warm, heavy body collapses half on top of me.

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