Page 78 of Rafe: Sins of the Father

He breaks the kiss, tugging gently on my lower lip with his teeth. “Fuck baby, that sound was sexy as hell.”

Rafe goes to his knees, and my heart quickens. His eyes lock on mine as he unbuttons my shorts and tugs them down my legs. Then his gaze drops to the scrap of cream lace that matches my bra.

He hooks his fingers on the sides and pulls them down until I step out of them.

His eyes lock on my bare pussy.

“Lay down.” His voice comes out gruff.

I back up the few feet to the bed and sit, scooting until I rest on my elbows.

“Take off your bra.”

Normally being ordered around would piss me off, but something about Rafe telling me what to do in the bedroom is hot as hell. I rise on one elbow and unhook the bra.

Rafe moves forward, pulling it from my chest and licks his lips.

“I’ll be with you two in a moment.” His lips curl into a smile. Then he moves between my dangling legs, getting down on his knees and grips both of my thighs, spreading them wide.

“Rafe,” I call out breathless.

He looks at me with a twinkle in his eye. “You’re so beautiful. I told you I couldn’t wait to bury my face between your legs.”

Before I can even respond, he lowers his head and slides his tongue between my folds, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me.

My hips respond, thrusting upward to meet his touch as he swirls his tongue in little circles over the bundle of nerves.

Rafe raises his head, and I can’t help the protest that escapes my lips.

“Don’t stop.”

“As much as I want to taste you as you come all over my tongue, I can’t wait another second to be buried inside you.”

I bite my lip. “Yes, please.”

“Oh, baby. You never have to beg.”

He rises, undoing his pants and pulling his very hard, thick length out.

My eyes drop to it, and I’ve never wanted something more than I want this man right now.

His dick jumps at the sight of my tongue sliding across my lips. He takes it in his palm, stroking along it, and brings the tip to me, swirling it in my wetness.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet for me,” he practically growls. Then he lowers himself to me, sliding inside me until he fills me. His thrusts are slow, but they quicken with each plunge. My hips rise to meet him as we enter a vigorous rhythm.

“You’re so tight. It’s like you were made for me,” he groans out.

“You’re so thick. It’s driving me wild.”

He smiles, then lowers his head to my breast, taking the taught nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. His hand cups my other breast, dragging his calloused thumb across the nipple and sending a shiver through me.

I feel the intensity building until it explodes.

“Rafe,” I moan as the ecstasy pumps through me.

His pace quickens, and he’s slams into me over and over until I feel his muscles tighten, and he groans out my name.

“Tori.”

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