Midnight Sins (24 page)

entrance to her pussy.

Flares of wild, agonizing pleasure shot through

her clit and ricocheted to her womb.

She could hear herself whimpering, pleasure

whipping through her with a painful edge.

She needed him. She needed the pleasure

mixed with that flash of pain. The intensity, the binding

ecstasy that seemed to wrap around her senses and

sink into her soul.

Her lashes fluttered, pleasure suffusing her face

as Rafe felt the involuntary jerk of his hips. The

pleasure took over, the hunger racing through both of

them. She felt the head of his dick pierce the hot

entrance to her pussy, pressing inside and stretching

her erotically.

A low moan of pleasure whispered in the air

around them. Cami lifted against him, then with a hard

shift of her hips buried the head of his cock in the

torturously tight, ecstatically hot muscles of her pussy.

Rafe’s teeth clenched until his jaw hurt. His hands

gripped her hips, possibly too hard, as her nails dug

into his chest. Her head tilted back, her breasts

pushing as her nipples stood out explicitly. Desperate

pleasure twisted her features, her pleasure amplifying

his and driving through his senses sharply.

Silky, slick, and fist-tight. The ripple of her flesh

around the sensitive head of his cock was almost too

much to bear. Satiny, her juices slid along his flesh,

easing the penetration, Rafe felt the pinch of her tight

pussy opening for him before clenching tight again.

Her pussy milked the engorged width of his cockhead.

Her muscles rippled around it as his balls drew

tight and he fought to hold back his release. The thick

flesh, pulsed warningly. God help him, he didn’t know

if he could hold on, didn’t know if he could hold back.

“Rafer,” she gasped his name her voice hoarse

as her hips shifted, rolling, pressing, tilting lower as

she began to work herself on the iron-hard shaft. “Yes.

Fuck me Rafer. So good,” she moaned ecstatically.

“Please fuck me harder.” Let me fuck you.”

Slick, easing his way, the slide of her heated

cream along his shaft to his balls tore a groan from

his chest.

Rafe forced himself to hold back, to hold himself

still as she moved over him and above him. Her hips

circled and moved over him, rising, falling on the hard

shaft.

“Ah, Cami,” he groaned. “That’s it, baby. Work

your pussy on me. Take my dick, sweetheart.” His

teeth gritted with the burning pleasure of it. “Take

every fucking inch of my dick.”

Only the head was buried inside her, throbbing in

pleasure as the need for release pulsed in his

scrotum.

She was moving so slow, a sensual, erotic vision

of sexual hunger and feminine lust as she began to

ride him. Her hands pressed into his chest, bracing

herself against him as she began rocking above him,

taking him inch by inch, her expression transforming

to sublime rapture.

Each inch worked inside her was a flash of

sizzling electric heat raging through his senses. Each

rapid-fire jerk of her hips, burying his flesh ever

deeper inside her pussy, tore a groan from his lips.

His hands slid from her hips to her breasts,

feeling the firm, pleasure-swollen mounds as he

cupped them. He palmed the tight flesh as he

fingered the tight, stiff tips and watched her

expression at each touch. The pleasure on her face,

pleasure he gave her, which she found while working

his dick inside her, had an impossible pride racing

through him. Her expression was nearing ecstasy.

Her teeth dug into her lower lip; her nails bit into his

chest. Nothing existed in her world at the moment but

him and the hard dick he gave her.

He was giving her this pleasure. Working her into

a frenzy of ecstasy when he’d already heard the

rumors that Cami Flannigan never gave out. But Rafe

knew she did give out. She gave out to him. With

every kiss, with every touch, she gave to him.

Perspiration gleamed on her body, beaded on

her creamy breasts. She was giving in, taking every

inch of him, and loving every second of it. Loving

every inch of his cock as she fucked him.

Cami swayed above him, taking him to the hilt

with hard, fierce downward glides of her hips. She

ground her clit against his pelvis, rocked them with

jerky desperate movements as her pussy milked his

shaft with erotic spasms.

Small, whimpering moans fell from her lips, tiny

erotic cries that sent heat flooding his senses. God,

she made him crazy. She made his senses explode

just from the hunger, the sheer overriding demand that

he touch, taste, that he fuck her as hard and as fast as

possible. That he mark her clear to her soul. That he

possess—own. Oh God, fill every part of her until she

couldn’t survive without him.

She swayed above him, taking him to the hilt with

hard, fierce downward glides of her hips. She ground

her clit against him again, whispered his name, and—

damn her straight to hell—made his fucking arms

ache to just hold her.

“Fuck me, damn you,” he snarled his hands

tightening on her hips as the lazy movements worked

his lust higher. The hunger tore through him in ways he

couldn’t explain. It would take more strength than he

ever possessed to be able to tear himself away from

her at this point.

“Rafer.” Her lashes parted, the soft gray of her

eyes darker, the dark blue ring around the dove-gray

color nearly black, her face flushed, as she stared

down at him, then she licked her lips with a lazy,

sensual flick of her little tongue.

Desperation whipped at his control as he slid his

fingers from her breasts, down her thighs, and around

to her buttocks. “Fuck yes,” he gritted out. “Work that

tight little pussy on my dick. Give it to me, Cami.”

Her cry was sharper. Her hips moved faster,

lifting and falling in tight, imperative strokes he knew

he couldn’t bear for long, as he gave the explicit

order. His fingers slid along the crease of her ass, firm,

determined caresses that suddenly had her senses

heightening further. Her breathing becoming harder,

more labored.

He gripped the rounded little mounds, spread

them apart, then delved inside to find the sweet tight

little rosebud hidden there.

Her movements became jerkier, tighter. Her eyes

flashed open, locked with his.

“I love your ass,” he whispered hoarsely. “So

sweet and rounded. So tempting. I’m going to fuck

that ass, Cami. I’m going to watch my cock pierce it,

stretch it.”

“Rafer?” The confused pleasure that tightened

her face had his hips arching, taking over the hard

strokes, pushing them both closer to release “So

fucking sweet and hot,” he growled, his fingertip

working against that forbidden little entrance. “Being

buried in your tight little pussy is pure paradise.”

Cami couldn’t stem the pleasure. She couldn’t

hold back the sensations or make him stop. The

sound of his rough, guttural tone talking dirty to her,

the words piercing her pleasure-hazed senses,

stoked the flames higher.

As her hips rolled against him, his fingers slid to

the heavy layer of juices. With two fingers he eased

the slick moisture back, lubricating the tiny entrance,

preparing her, wishing, gritting his teeth at the

demand that he flip her over and work his cock up that

tight little hole. The ultimate possession. It would be

the ultimate trust, given to him. It would be pure,

sweet, fucking bliss.

“I can make the hurt so good, Cami,” he groaned,

and damned if he had ever talked to another woman

quite this way. “I can make it so good that you beg for

more. That you ache for it. Scream for it.”

Cami felt the erotic pinch of heat as he worked

his fingertip inside the virgin entrance, bringing her to

an abrupt stop. Her hips stilled instantly. Despite the

demand to move. The pleasure pounding through her.

Staring down at him, panting for air, she bit her lip and

tried to decide if she wanted this new touch, if she

could handle it.

But Rafer wasn’t giving her a chance to decide.

Wrapping his free arm high around her back, he

pulled her down, nearly bringing her to his chest

before she jerked back, a little whimper escaping

unbidden from her lips.

“Rafer, I don’t know—” if she could handle the

sensations. If she could handle the emotions.

She could feel the unknown looming before her

as he continued to work his finger gently against the

opening.

He tugged her down again, this time his hold

firmer, her attempt to jerk back halted by the strength

in his powerful arm.

“Scared, baby?” The amusement in his voice

was a challenge and a dare. “Are you finally realizing

you may not be able to handle me as easily as you

think you can?”

He was daring her and he knew it. Pushing her,

making the challenge impossible to resist. He knew

his Cami. He knew that hidden core of

competitiveness, that vein of fierce determination

inside her.

The sound of it had her pausing. The pause, the

weakening in her resistance, was all it took.

Before she could consider how to resist, how to

adapt to the different sensations, his arm tightened

around her, two fingers pressing firmly against the

tight, too-sensitive, nerve-laden entrance that had

never been touched before.

“What are you doing to me?” There were too

many sensations, the pleasure and the pain building,

the fiery intensity beginning to bloom from her rear

through her pussy, her clit, raking through her womb.

His hips rolled beneath her, grinding his pelvis

against her oversensitive clit as he thrust just enough,

just hard enough, stroking violently sensitive inner

nerve endings as his fingers stretched, worked,

burned the sensitive ring of tissue that protected the

inner flesh of her rear.

She could feel a fury of flames beginning to burn

inside her. Wicked, intense, and violently erotic. The

heat began to build, to focus inward, blazing through

her womb as she felt it begin to convulse.

Her body tightened, the muscles of her pussy, her

anus, clamping down on the dual penetration,

throwing her into ecstasy.

The implosion blinded her. Pleasure began

tearing through her. It rippled and surged through her

system as she tightened convulsively crying out and

shuddering violently as his name tore past her lips in