Page 163 of A Broody Mate for the Human
Raffy makes me count up to ten, each of his swats making my skin burn like it’s on fire. In my first year at university, I had a few sex dates with a fellow student, and we played along like this once. He went really light on me, barely tickling my skin, but Raffy fucking knows what he is doing.
He rests his hand against my ass again, and it makes me wonder how hot my skin has to feel. “You’re doing so well,” Raffy mutters. “Give me a color.”
“Still green,” I breathe out.
His thumb brushes over my sore skin. “Are you sure?”
“Borderline orange,” I admit.
“Thank you for telling me,” he says.
Goddess, this guy has me in his palm. And I thought it was the other way around.
“Let’s take a break.”
I can hear Raffy moving behind me. A rustling sound reaches my ears before he pushes my legs apart. He’s spreading my ass cheeks apart and pushes his slick thumb into my back entrance. I moan at the feeling, closing my eyes when I feel him adding his second thumb. He stretches me for when he hopefully will push his cock into me.
He keeps probing and stretching me before moving one of his hands away and grabbing my cock. It’s so unexpected it makes me gasp in surprise. “You’re so hard already,” Raffy teases while his slick fingers tighten their grasp, stroking me to full hardness. His thumb moves of the sensitive tip of my cock, making me moan. Before I can come, he stops, though.
“Not yet.” He smirks. “As you said, we have a list to go through. At least a part of it.”
I groan but don’t quite dare to complain.
“I can’t believe it,” Raffy snickers while he lands another blow to my ass. After the little cool-down, it stings even more. “I found a way to make you shut your cute little mouth.”
He starts spanking me with newfound motivation until my backside is burning as if on fire. He takes his time, varying his swats in strength and pace, sometimes going for hard and slow ones, sometimes delivering a couple of fast ones after another.
At the end of it I’m a moaning and panting mess, my body glistening with perspiration and drops of sweat dripping down my hair and over my face, mingling with tears. I’ve never felt anything so intense before. My body is shaking, and yet I find myself asking for more and more, getting addicted to the feeling Raffy’s hands leave on my skin. The sting, the warmth once he moves his hands away again.
When he stops, I groan, ready to complain when I feel the mattress dip a bit. He makes me press my legs against each other before pushing his cock into me in one go. The stretch burns just enough to feel good. “Oh fuck, yes,” I moan, tugging at my restraints.
Raffy bends forward, his strong hand wrapping around my wrist to stop me from tugging. “You’ll hurt yourself,” he says. He lets go and moves his hand back between my legs while kissing my back. “Relax, I will make you come fast and hard.”
“Yes,” I whimper.
He keeps his promise. One of his hands remains wrapped around my cock, the other tight around my hips to keep me in place while he fucks me relentlessly. He twists his thumb slightly over the tip of my cock, while his own cock starts pulsating inside me. It’s all it needs for me to come and spill my seed over his hands.
“Raphael,” I moan.
“Yes, babe,” he breathes out, grabbing my hips tight enough for there to remain some bruises—hopefully—and thrusting into me a few more times. I can feel his warm seed filling me before his body gets lax. I drop down on my stomach, not able to hold myself up anymore without Raffy’s help. Raffy rolls to the side, loosening my restraints and pulling me against his chest with his dick still buried inside me.
I hiss slightly when his leg brushes over my sore skin, but I don’t have the strength to complain, feeling how my eyes are getting drowsy and sleep overcoming me.
Chapter fifty-three
The UoIM
*DAVE*
IgroanwhenIstir under my blanket, expecting to feel sore and sticky, however, I just feel slightly sore. Looking down at my body, I see I’m clad in a fresh pair of pajamas, and the sheets were changed too. Raffy must have carried me to the bathroom, cleaned me up, and made sure I was comfortable.
I can’t even remember anything that happened after I had the best orgasm of my life.
I sit up, instantly wincing in pain. Fuck, I forgot. Yeah, Raffy claimed he would like to spank my ass raw… and he seems to be a man to keep his promises. A very heavy-handed man. Damn it, if I wouldn’t feel so sore, I would jump his bones again. Werewolf healing must be awesome.
“Hey,” Raffy mutters groggily, raising his head a bit. “You’re awake.” Raffy pulls me down into his arms again. “Are you alright?” he whispers.
“I’m fine,” I say quietly, nuzzling into his chest, sighing contently when he pulls me into his strong arms. Feels nice.
