C h a p t e r E i g h t y

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Y/n's POV:

I lower his trousers within his boxers as he instantly sucks in a lump of breath once I touch him, groaning deep in his voice, craning his head back,

I get a hold of his hard erection, as at first I caress it, he grunts my name and grasps my hair tighter, balancing his other hand on the table beside him, his grasp is getting tighter, as once I wrap my lips around his tip, he moans in ecstasy,

'Fuck-just like that Y/n, just like that, good girl.' He whispers, his breathing is heavier as he begins to motion the movements of my head as well,

I accelerate in pace, he groans out loud, as he moves my head even faster,

The noises that escape his throat is enough to send a range of tingles down my back,

The way he moans my name,

His praising...

He bites his bottom lip hard as he looks down at me, his grunts are indicating on how close he is to release himself,

'Fuck Y/n, right there-right fucking there...' He ushers, sucking in a breath,

At the final moments, I take all of him in, holding in the position as he groans out loud, grabbing tightly on my hair and the table, I hear a loud clank, it sounds like he broke something,

'Y/n-' He groans whilst climaxing in my mouth as the liquid slides down my throat,

I swallow it as an instinct by now, he cups my chin with his finger, seeing the way I've swallowed, as he smiles at me,

'Good girl, I've taught you well.'

He then rises me up, backing me on the table,

He holds me by my waist, lifting me on the table after scattering the belongings on the floor,

His lips trace down my neck, I crane my head and moan out loud, my fingers tangling in his hair,

His right hand holding my cheek as his left one tightens around my waist,

'You've talked about me huh?' He asks, smirking against my skin whilst trailing the marks on my collarbone,

I can see the dents after his rings that have been embarked on my skin, his lips leaving bruises on my skin,

His hands travel down my body as mine do the same down his entire back,

He presses himself closer to me, pushing me in, we both gasp as our eyes meet momentarily by feeling the way we long for each other,

He smirks diabolically by feeling on how soaked I am,

'Look at you, already all wet for me.' He says, his fingers trailing down my dress as he unzips it, tossing it aside, unclamping my top lingerie, his fingers knotting on my nipples, his lips leaving more marks on my breasts as I groan,

His fingers than desperately toss my bottom lingerie off, his eyes lustful as he looks at me, whilst placing both of his hands on my waist, pushing me closer-he holds me steadily, our breathing rates intensify, his hand travels on my cheek, as he then dives in,

Both groaning, calling each other's name tumultuously,

'Fuck-you feel so fucking good princess...' He groans,

'Rafe-oh-' I moan as he then stiffens and hovers above me, leaning me on the table, his pace accelerating as the whole table shakes and trembles by the force of him thrusting into me,

I wrap my legs carefully around his torso, the pleasure is overwhelming as I grasp on his back,

Sweeping my nails down his back,

He groans, smirking at me as he pounds even faster, my nails getting deeper,

'Fuck-'

'Oh-'

He keeps going,

All of the belonging have already collapsed onto the floor, the table barely balancing as he keeps going,

'Fucking hell...Y/n.' Hr grunts, we both feel on how close we are,

'Not yet, little bit longer,' Rafe mutter, thrusting in as I clutch,

'I cannot take it-'

'Yes you fucking can, you can take it.' He demands,

As eventually, he begins the counting,

'Three...'

'Two-'

We both simultaneously orgasm, he holds me tightly, his hand on my cheek as whilst towering above me, his face remains right above mine, our lips slackened apart, scorching, our eyes remain on each other as he finishes off the final thrusts,

His lips collide with mine, he sucks in whilst biting my bottom lip, groaning,

Stretching out my lip, he then lets go and rests his head on my breasts, I entangle my hands in his hair, fondling with it as we stabilise our breathing,

His soft kisses placate across my skin,

His hand stroking my hair...

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