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He’s taken what I said to heart and is making sure I can’t doubt that he thinks I’m doing well. As I ease myself up and down on his cock, he caresses my body appreciatively, that hooded gaze eating me up.
“You’re too big,” I complain, and the bastard laughs.
“You’ll learn to like that,” he says, with a smug smile, remaining still beneath me but stroking my body as though familiarising himself with every part.
Experimentally, I move, lifting myself up and down on top of him. The twinge of pain recedes every time I hit the bottom. The tip of his cock feels as far into me as my throat. He’s taking up all my inside space, reforming me around him.
And damn, but I like it. I’m gaining confidence as Rafe whispers sweet nonsense words, repeating in a dozen different ways that I’m his and he’s pleased with me. And all the time, the movement of his thumb on my clit is spiralling me higher.
Then my boss is sitting up, his other hand is on my hip, gripping me, encouragement and insistence that I take him, deeper, faster.
I bring my hands to his shoulders to steady myself as I do as he tells me, my thighs burning with the effort. But it feels good, so good, looking into my fiancé’s eyes as I take his big cock into me over and over. I tighten my grip as pleasure closes on me, and Rafe coughs.
“Fuck, Ella,” he rasps.
For a second, I don’t know why.
Then humiliation and horror pours over me as I realise my hands have crept to his neck and… Oh god save me, I’ve been choking a mafia boss as I fuck him. What is he going to do to me?
I snatch my hands away, and try to draw back. But Rafe is quicker, grabbing my wrist and my hip, even as I wriggle.
“That’s alright, sunshine dragon.” He brings my palm to his neck, and wraps my fingers around as far as they’ll go. Honestly, not very far, since he’s so much bigger than me.
I’m frozen with disbelief and fascination—and I admit, a twinge of arousal—as he smiles, slow and dangerous.
“I liked it.” He tilts his chin back, arrogantly baring his throat. “I said use me, ride me. Choke me as you take your pleasure, little sunshine dragon. I know you’re wild as well as beautiful. I’m not afraid.”
Tentatively, I nod, and lift up, the friction making me gasp. He grins, smug and in control even as I have my fingers over his windpipe.
“Fuck me like you mean it,” he growls, and his hands return to my clit and my waist, lifting me up before ramming me back down onto his cock.
So I do. I push up and down, faster, my eyes crossing with ecstasy.
“Rafe.” I say his name and it’s a prayer to him.
“Take more.” He flexes beneath me, thrusting up so my thighs slap onto his hips. “Tighten your hand.”
I do, just a little bit, and his blue eyes glitter as he almost purrs.
“Rafe.” I love the feel of his strong, muscled neck under my fingers. This powerful man, encouraging me, loving me. Spearing me with his massive cock.
“Pinch your nipples,” he instructs.
I grasp for my breast, and I can’t look away from his blue eyes. Then the shock of my own tweak proves him right to demand this. The almost harsh touch spikes right down to my clit, amplifying the pleasure he’s giving me there.
The hint of pain is as good as the pleasure. It heightens every sense and suddenly, it creeps up on me, a wave that I swear originates with Rafe’s ocean-blue, fathomless eyes. This orgasm is sharp and unexpected, and I dig my nails into his shoulders to hold on as it pulses from my clit outwards, making my whole body twitch.
Rafe groans and no wonder, because I’m strangling his cock as I come, each wave softer but more intense, wrecking me. Eventually I give in, slumping down onto the sturdy, comforting warmth of my lover’s chest. He’s still inside me, incredibly hard, but I’m ruined. A destroyed girl. Broken. And Rafe has moved his hand from my clit, knowing somehow the exact right moment to stop.
He wraps his arms around me, and I vaguely register that he’s murmuring praise. That I did well. That I’m his best girl, his sunshine dragon, and that he loves me. That I feel amazing around and over him and I’m the best girl blanket in the world.
I’m so satisfied, I’m melted butter.
Then without warning, Rafe’s grip tightens and in an eye-blink I’m on my back, the air knocked out of my lungs, staring up at a darkly determined man over me.
“Two down,” he whispers, then kisses me, hard. “Two to go.”
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