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She looked fucking incredible—her ass bouncing with every roll of her hips, her hair spilling down her back, the curve of her waist glistening with sweat. Rafe was deep inside her, his cock stretching her tight pussy, each thrust making her moan, loud and needy, just how he liked.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his voice rough, hands digging into her flesh as he guided her movements. “You feel so good—look at that ass, goddamn.”

“Rafey,” she whimpered, her hands braced on his thighs for leverage, her nails digging in as she worked herself up and down his length. But there was a frustrated edge to her voice, a little whine that told him something was off. She was chasing it, grinding harder, faster, but her breaths were hitching in that way that meant she was struggling to get there. “I—I can’t… it’s not…” she trailed off, her hips slowing, her head dropping forward in defeat.

“Hey, hey, none of that,” Rafe murmured, sitting up slightly, his hands sliding up her sides to steady her. He could feel her trembling, her pussy clenching around him, so close but not quite enough. “You’re doin’ perfect, princess. Just need a little help, yeah?” His voice was soft but commanding, the kind that made her melt, and she nodded, still rocking slowly, trusting him completely.

He kept one hand on her hip, guiding her to keep moving, slow and deep, while his other hand slid around her front, fingers trailing down her stomach until they found her clit. She gasped, her body jolting as he rubbed it in tight, slow circles, his touch slick from her arousal. “That’s it, baby,” he rasped, his lips brushing her shoulder, his cock throbbing inside her as she tightened around him. “Just ride me, let me take care of you.”

But she was still teetering on the edge, her moans turning to frustrated little whines, her body tense with need. Rafe’s eyes darkened, a smirk tugging at his lips as he decided to push her further. “Hold on, princess,” he murmured, his voice low and filthy. “Gonna make you feel real good.” He slid his fingers lower, still buried deep inside her, and carefully pushed two fingers into her pussy alongside his cock, stretching her even more.

“Oh my God, Rafey!” she cried, her head thrown back, her hips stuttering as the sensation hit her. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but so fucking good—his fingers curling inside her, pressing against that spongy spot that made her see stars, while his cock filled her completely. Her pussy was dripping, soaking his hand, the wet squelch of his fingers moving in sync with her thrusts loud in the room.

“Fuck, you’re so tight like this,” he groaned, his other hand gripping her ass, spreading her wider as he watched himself disappear into her, his fingers working her from the inside. “Feel that, baby? You’re gonna come so hard, I got you.” He thrust up into her, matching her rhythm, his fingers relentless, rubbing and curling, pushing her toward the edge she’d been chasing all night.

Her moans turned to screams, high and desperate, her body shaking as the pressure built.

“Rafey, I—oh fuck, I’m gonna—” She couldn’t finish, her words dissolving into a sob as her pussy clamped down, a gush of wetness flooding over his fingers, his cock, her thighs. She was squirting, her body convulsing as she came, hard and messy, her hips bucking uncontrollably, her cries echoing off the penthouse walls.

“Holy shit, that’s it,” Rafe growled, his voice thick with awe and pride, keeping his fingers buried as she rode it out, her squirt soaking the sheets, his legs, everything. “Fuck, baby, look at you—comin’ like a fuckin’ dream.” He thrust up a few more times, slow and deep, letting her milk every last wave of her orgasm before he spilled inside her, groaning her name as he came, his hands holding her trembling body tight.

She collapsed forward, panting, her hands braced on his knees as she tried to catch her breath, her pussy still fluttering around him. Rafe eased his fingers out, slick and glistening, and brought them to his lips, licking them clean with a low, satisfied hum.

“Taste so fuckin’ sweet, princess,” he murmured, pulling her back against his chest, wrapping his arms around her. “Told you I’d get you there.”

She giggled, dazed and blissed out, turning her head to nuzzle his neck. “Rafey, that was… wow,” she mumbled, her voice hoarse from screaming, her body limp against him. “I didn’t know I could… you know…”

“Squirt like that?” he finished, smirking, kissing her sweaty temple. “Yeah, baby, you can. And we’re gonna do it again, ‘cause fuck, that was hot.” He held her close, his hands gentle now, stroking her sides as she melted into him, the frustration gone, replaced by a soft, happy glow.

“Love you, Rafey,” she whispered, already half-asleep in his arms, and he just chuckled, pulling a blanket over them, his heart full.

“Love you too, princess,” he said, voice soft but proud. “My perfect fuckin’ girl.”