You can hardly keep your head up, panting so heavily out your mouth as your hands scramble to grasp onto Raph’s thick thighs. You’re sitting on his lap, facing a mirror with his cock buried deep inside you with one hand cupping your jaw and his other hovering right above your clit.

He kisses right under your ear, lowering his hand for the lightest touch against your bud but it’s enough to have you jerk upward, gasping sharply at the sensitivity.

“Raph…” Oh you sound so sweet, so desperate and pliant just to his liking. He chuckles right against your cheek, pressing onto your puffy clit and giving slow hard circles, his other hand coming to pinch at your nipple.

“You’ve been so good fr’me, doll. One more and then we’ll stop, alright?”

That’s what he said five minutes earlier— ten minutes prior to that. He already made you come three times but oh, Raphael is feeling greedy tonight, he wants to see just how far he can push you and make your body tremble and quake before you give him your safe word.

“It’s too much,” Your voice is so soft and that only spurs him to coax one more orgasm out of you. He feels something coil in his stomach seeing tears line your pretty eyes and he’s not quite sure if he likes it or not. Something he’ll have to figure out later.

But for now he just wants you to come around him, call you his perfect girl and then clean you up. He can tell you’re close by the way you weakly kick your legs and scrape your nails against his thighs.

“Atta girl, just like that.” He nips at your jaw and grips your thigh as he starts to fuck into you again, tilting your head back and wrapping his hand lightly around your throat. He’d never choke you for real but he does love the image of your neck looking so small beneath his palm.

When you finally come, your walls pulsing delicately around his shaft, it’s enough to tip him over the edge as well. He groans low as he fills you up, continuing to rub tight circles on your clit.

He pecks your cheek as he guides you back down, bones and limbs feeling like jelly from all the work he just put you through.

“You did good fr’me, doll. So perfect fr’me.” He runs his hand up and down your thigh.