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"ray..." you whisper, sniffing and crying like a cry baby. rafe rolls his eyes, annoyed. he shifts and turns his body to you, rafe looks you up and down, noticing your hand under your white panties. he can't see, but he knows your fingers are curling themselves inside your cunt.

"you seriously wake me, 'case you can't fuck yourself properly?" rafe asks, grumpy. even though a damn smirk is growing in the corner of his lips.

"can't do it without you." you babble, shifting to get closer. rafe holds your chin, brushing his nose to yours, his other hand playing with the hem of your night dress. "rafey, please..."

"nah, you're doin' good. keep goin'." rafe says. his hand now rubbing your stomach, squeezing your skin between his fingers. you're going insane, your fingers aren't enough, because your so greedy that you need more and more from rafe. "keep rubbin' like that, wanna see you cum."

"ray... need — you." you cry between your soft moans, rafe's enjoying himself.

"wanted to use your own fingers, now you finish." rafe groans. you frown the eyebrows and close your eyes, eyelashes resting on the flushed cheeks, trying to imagine rafe fingers are fuckin' you, even though is not working. you blink your eyes at rafe, getting closer to connect your lips, rafe depart the contact, smirking. "wanna kiss me? need ma' kiss to make you cum'?"

"uh-uh" you murmur, nodding your head. rafe connects your lips, kissing you clumsy and sloppy, making a mess of saliva in your mouth. you take deep breaths between the kiss, your hips jerking crazily, your moans interrupting the contact. rafe depart, a trail of saliva connect your lips. he's not nice every time, but watching you taking a hard time to make yourself cum, he decides to help.

rafe trails his hand until your panties, his fingers getting inside it. he doesn't push his fingers inside of your hole, he just puts his hand above yours and starts to make movements of in and out, guiding your own fingers to fuck your little pussy properly. it's not the same thing, but is helping, you open your legs a little, your other hand squeezing his biceps, your short nails making scratchs on his skin. you connect your lips again, kissing rafe hungrily, he speeds the movements and a familiar knot grows in your stomach. didn't take too much after rafe make his little show, his other hand squeeze the inside of your thighs. your moans are getting loud, rafe shut them with his lips. your back raising, your sponge walls clenching around your fingers and you couldn't hold a loud and deep moan rafe's name. he keeps the movements por a little, just to prolong your pleasure, your painting and crying, tears all over your cheeks. rafe smile in proudness.

he pulls your hand, facing your tearing eyes, flushed cheeks and plump lips. you look like an angel, a fallen one. he smirks and puts your middle fingers inside his mouth, tongue twirling around them, tasting your cum. sweet like you. your sponge walls are clenching again, this time around nothing. rafe pushes your hand away and turns his back to you, laying on his stomach, turning back to his sleep state. you lay on your back and huffs, legs still shaking, but you bite your lower lip and lift you body, climbing on rafe's back. he doesn't move, you weight like nothing, you lean to kiss his cheek.

"thanks, ray." you smile. rafe huffs and raise his back, making you fall in bed. but you don't mind, you just lay down and cover your body, hugging rafe's back, even though you know he doesn't like it.

"yeah, yeah. now shut up and lemme' sleep." rafe mutters. "better not wake me again, kitty."