Chapter 32 The Filthy Smut （Yes, More） #2
Rafael’s fingers withdraw from me, and I whimper at the loss.
But then I watch him mirroring the actions in the book.
He sits back on his heels, lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
His chest rises with shallow breaths, lean muscles shifting under skin marked with all of his beautiful ink.
One nipple glints with silver, and the subtle flare of his nose ring catches the light as he tilts his head, watching me watch him.
“Go on,” he says, gripping his hard cock.
I struggle to focus on the words. “She… she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of him pleasuring himself. Her own hand drifted down her body, fingers circling her clit as she matched his pace.”
I let out a shaky breath as Rafael gently grips one of my wrists and moves my hand between my legs. His eyes darken as he watches me touching myself, his hand sliding up and down and his chest rising and falling sharply.
“They moved in sync, eyes locked on each other as they brought themselves closer to the edge. She felt daring tonight—daring enough to spread her legs wider and watch his jaw drop. His desire was intoxicating, pushing her to test the limits.”
“Hmm. Spread those legs real wide for me.”
I do, the book wobbling in my hand as I stroke my clit. “Sh-she used two fingers to open herself for him, his guttural moans sending pleasure straight to her core.”
“Fuck,” he interjects when I open up my pussy for him, the cold air giving me shivers. “This better end with me destroying that pretty cunt.”
His hand moves faster around his length.
“She could see the muscles in his abdomen tightening, knew he was close. She knew she shouldn’t, but she thrust two fingers inside, whimpering at the fullness. But it wasn’t enough.”
A groan escapes Rafael’s lips as I fuck my hand. I can’t tear my eyes away from him, my fingers working furiously.
“Focus, Freckles.”
Right, right.
“ ‘I need more,’ she whined. She could have achieved an orgasm if she continued, she knew that. But her greed and lust demanded more. ‘Just… just the tip,’ she pleaded, her hips rocking restlessly. ‘Give me the tip of your cock.’ ”
Rafael sprints from his position, quickly settling on top of me. “Please, tell me he said yes,” he pleads, tip teasing my entrance.
I take a deep breath and continue reading, my voice trembling. “Slowly, agonizingly, he pushed the tip of his cock inside her, both of them groaning at the sensation.”
“Thank God.” He pushes, sliding in effortlessly with how drenched I am. He begins to move, shallow thrusts that make my breath catch in my throat but can’t get me there. “Fuck, you’re soaking me.”
I keep reading over the wet noise of his small pushes, eager to get to the part where he fucks her brains out. “She wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper. ‘More,’ she begged. ‘Just a little more.’ ”
He responds to the words as if they were my own, sliding deeper inside me with a low groan. I struggle to keep my eyes on the page, legs wrapping around him.
“He knew he shouldn’t, knew the consequences, but he was powerless against her pleas.
Inch by torturous inch, he pushed farther inside her, reveling in her tight heat until she cried out in ecstasy.
He bottomed out inside her, her nails raking down his back.
The curse be damned, she thought. This was worth any price. ”
My words dissolve into a moan as Rafael fills me completely. The book slips from my grasp, falling forgotten to the side as I tilt my head back.
I gasp as he begins to move in earnest, his hips rolling against mine in a steady rhythm. “Oh my God, Rafa—”
“Don’t you want to know what happens next?”
“I can’t.” I pant, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “I can’t read any more.”
He chuckles, his breath hot against my neck. “That’s okay,” he murmurs, nipping at my earlobe. “I’ll show it to you.”
His hips snap forward, driving into me with renewed intensity, and I arch my back, meeting his thrusts. “Harder,” I gasp. “I need more.”
He obliges, pounding into me with punishing force. The headboard slams against the wall with each push, the bed creaking beneath us. I cry out, overwhelmed by the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain.
“Fuck,” Rafael growls, his hips grinding against me. “You like it when I fuck you like this, don’t you? Hard and deep, stretching you open.”
“Yes—it’s so good—perfect.” I gasp again, my words punctuated by sharp cries as he begins pounding into me. “I love it—love…” Don’t, Scarlett. “Love your cock.”
He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, changing the angle and hitting even deeper.
“Show me how much you love it. Squeeze me inside you with your orgasm, and I’ll give you every drop of mine.”
Almost on command, my eyes cross, my pussy clenching around him hard enough to make him whimper.
He drives into me with a series of stuttering thrusts, sending us both spiraling into an intense climax. I cling to him, our bodies trembling against each other, and for several long moments, we remain entangled, panting and shaking.
Finally, he lifts his head from where it had fallen against my neck.
“Now, that,” he says with a satisfied sigh, “is how you make reading interactive.”
I let out a breathless laugh, running my fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. “I don’t think regular reading will do it for me anymore.”
“In that case…” He presses a soft kiss on my lips. “God bless filthy smut.”