"ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴜʟ" ɪ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ.
Angel's life has been quite a roller coaster ride since she graduated with an exceptional degree from one of the finest schools in her hometown.
Securing employment proved to be ch...
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It was late noon.
Raul and I were returning from our photo shoot.
It had been an exhausting, yet undeniably interesting day, and all I wanted was to go home.
Without warning, Raul slid an arm beneath my thighs and scooped me into a bridal carry, making me gasp.
"R-Raul, what are you doing? People might—"
"They can think and say whatever they want, tesoro, because it's the truth."
He pecked my forehead and carried me confidently out of the studio to the car.
"Let's go," he told the driver.
I rested my head on his shoulder as his warm palm found my thigh, his thumb caressing slow circles into my skin.
"Angel," he whispered huskily into my ear—his voice low and sinful. My nipples hardened instantly at the sound.
"Ride me."
It wasn't a request. It was a command—simple, dominating, and so Raul.
I lifted my head, my eyes darting from his to the driver.
"B-but the—"
"Forget about him," he cut in sharply, already irritated by my hesitation.
Before I could protest further, he pulled me onto his lap, my body sliding easily into place.
His hard dick pressed up against my covered pussy, and I almost moaned at the sheer size and heat of him beneath me.
I ran my hand from his sharp jawline to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt to expose the inked tattoos I'd grown addicted to.
Grinding down on him, I watched his jaw clench, a low groan slipping from his throat.
I tugged his bottom lip free from his teeth with my thumb and pulled him by the collar, nestling his face between my breasts.
"Cazzo," the Spanish curse slipped from his sinful mouth.
His palms gripped my ass, rough and eager. I moaned into his ear, letting my lips trail from his lobe to his jaw, my fingers grazing every muscle of his rock-hard chest and abs.
Our lips collided in a messy, heated kiss, and I felt that familiar ache stir in my belly.
He tugged my dress up, fingers finding their way between my thighs.
A shaky moan escaped my lips as he found my clit and rolled it between his fingers. My toes curled in pleasure.
"Raul—" I whimpered, clutching his shirt.
Then his finger slid inside me.
I bit my lip hard, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
