“We better stop before it’s too late.”
“It’s already too late. I’m not letting you go anywhere. My cock is hurting, I’ve been hard for hours, and you’re not going anywhere until my balls are empty.”
“See? A bit more romance.”
“I’m horny, can’t help it.”
“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you? Such a big man that can’t control is impulses?”
“You got great tits, you know that,” he says, and his cock throbs between my legs. I want this, more than ever, I want him to fuck me.
So I moan, a sexy whisper, and bend down near his neck, and give him a little kiss there.
“Do you want to touch them?” I softly ask, nibbling his ear.
“You sure you never done this? Because fuck me, you are sexier than all the woman I’ve been with.”
My groin grinds over him again, and I see the change in his eyes. In one swift movement, he flips me over, and comes on top of me, his hard cock touching my belly, and his hands discovering my body.
“It’s going to be hard not to fuck your brains out, Shorty.”
I put my legs around his waist, and pull him to me.
“Kiss me,” I say.
And he doesn’t lose one second, his body crushing over mine, and his lips joining my mouth.
I never kissed a guy before.
And he is the perfect lover.
He kisses me at the same time he thrusts me, and his cock keeps pressing onto my pussy, and it’s the best feeling in the world. He wraps his arms around me, and I’m lost, totally lost in his manliness. There is no hesitation, he knows what he wants, he’d done this before, and I couldn’t ask for a better teacher.
His tongue enters my open mouth, and my nails go onto his back, and I pull him deeper. I want us to lose the rest of the clothes, I want him to open me up once and for all.
“Fuck me!” I demand.
He smiles, lifting my top, revealing my aching breasts, and goes mouth first into them, and lower he go, lower, travelling south on my body. I’m aching, and arching, and panting for him, he teases me, his mouth circling around my begging pussy, his fingers over my nipples.
“Oh fuck me, stop teasing,” I say, a fire burning in my groin, an ocean of lust looking for its shore.
“Ah, you wish. I’m not taking what belongs to father.”
“Fuck that! I need to feel you inside me.”
A smirk, he showed me his teeth, and went face down into my belly, kissing me, his fingers now opening my legs and pulling down my shorts. Oh god, he is so close now, so close.
“I love the way you smell, Shorty,” he says, kissing the light pubes. “I wish you could see what I see, how pretty you are.”
And I shiver as his lips hoover so close. And his mouth descends upon me, starting with a softness I did not know he could have, and he followed it up with a tongue and a kiss.
Raphael shows me the doors of paradise with one kiss.
And I fly in.
For an eternity, he eats me up, until my legs are shaking, and my body shivering, and my moans are muffled with a pillow I force over my mouth. I want to run away, but he pins me down – I don’t know how to process this amount of pleasure.
“Don’t resist it, Angelica. Give yourself to me.”
And suddenly he looks much more mature than ever in my eyes. And I follow his advice, like following the waves in the ocean, and I find my shore. I thought I had orgasms before – I stand corrected.
It comes as an avalanche, and washes over me, in one go. All my muscles tremble and throb, and he only stops when I’m spent.
Sunday, 2nd of April, 2023 – Dawn
Dear Diary,
My body’s still sore. I can’t believe I done this. I can’t believe he showed me so much pleasure that I couldn’t even wrap my head around it. He left me as I fell asleep.
It’s still early – the sun ain’t up yet, but, in a few hours, I need to go to work. Raphael’s mouth left a long lasting memory in me. To think that, at the start of this week, I thought he was just a silly boy.
No. He is a man. Not the man I want, but probably the man I need. So many days and nights I thought that, instead of waiting for the perfect man to take away my virginity, shouldn’t I just fuck the first random stranger and get done with it? It’s like my breasts are on fire, the places where he touched me, the places he licked, his mouth begging for my orgasm and drawing it from my skin… it’s just something I find hard to replicate myself.
If I could give myself the amount of lust he just gave me, then I would die alone.
And I confide to you, my Dear Diary, all the secrets. I can’t resist but go into his bedroom while they are all asleep. I open the door, the same scent, two men sleeping in the same room. Raphael sleeps in the bottom bed, and looks like an angel. It’s when my eyes follow down the lines of his body that I see his devil side, a cock begging to break free from his clothes. I squat near him, looking at his closed eyes, and caress his face until he wakes up.
“Angel?” he asks in a drowsy voice, and I give him a kiss in the forehead.
“Thank you,” that’s all I say.
He rubs his eyes, stretches his body, and removes the covers from his body, pointing down to his erection down below.
“There’s several ways you can thank me.”
“Don’t be silly, I need to go to work.”
“Working today? Come on, this takes five minutes tops.”
I smile back at him, as our hands entwine, and he pulls me into a kiss, while guiding my hand into his throbbing member. I don’t resist, why bother, if that’s the thing I want the most right now. I want him deep inside me, fucking me, breaking away the walls that make me a virgin for some ridiculous reason.
As I touch it, I tell him, “I want to know what it feels like to be fucked.”
But he smiles, giving me another kiss, and showing me how to do it.
“Don’t be afraid. Give it some spit if it gets too dry.”
I make a face, and he shows me what he means. “Or just use the natural lubrication, smear that drop.”
There’s a pearl like fluid showing at the slit of his penis, I touch it, and its consistency similar to water, but there’s something to it. Something different. I smear it, and it makes a difference, and I get mesmerized by the process and by Raphael’s moaning, his words encourage me to go on, until he grabs my hand and makes me come to a halt.
Then, another kiss. Raphael sucks my soul into him, and suddenly his arms are around me, and we are in his bed, together, fighting for space, with him on top of me, undressing my skimpy clothes. The idea that Michael is above us vanishes from my head, and all I care about is Raphael and his big arms and hefty cock.
My hands grab his member, scorching hot and throbbing, and I masturbate him while we kiss, in hopes he might cum quickly so I don’t get late to work. Surely he must be full since yesterday.
But he has other plans. Raphael gets behind me, on the side, grabbing my breasts from behind, and allows his cock to ram between my thighs.
“Oh my god,” I whimper.
“You like that?” he asks as he do it again, a wet head parting the lips of my pussy, his enormity from behind me, so close.
“You going to fuck me?” I beg, making my voice a whimper, wishing he can finally take me out of my misery.
But he remains silent, one hand travels to my neck, pressing on the sides gently, making my heart pound in my head and my blood boil, and another heads straight to my gushing pussy, entangling between my short pubes, assisting his cock parting my folds.
And he rams between my thighs.
Between my pussy.
My voice is a continuous moan, drool on the side of my mouth. I can’t think. I can’t function. I remember his kisses on my mouth, his tenderness of the day before, almost making love to me, proving me he could be my first.
But he resists. He doesn’t want to be my prince and conqueror, neither have I wanted to be a damsel in distress.
His cock rams so near that my clit is on fire, his hand adding to the pleasure, and I send my hands back, grabbing his head, his teeth biting down on my neck, his breathing changing.
And the universe explodes in a ball of light.
I’m already cumming when I feel his warmth spreading over me, liquid love, his body convulsing with mine, it gets everywhere.
We collapse, and, if it was up to me, I’d die right there and then, happy. He didn’t fuck me, but I’m sure this is better than fucking.
It’s when I open my eyes that I see Michael, upside down, looking at us from the top bunker bed.
Epilogue
Dear Diary,
you are not the sole carrier of my secrets now.
Michael knows what I did with Raphael.
And Raphael knows about dad. But he doesn’t know that Michael knows, if that makes sense.
Raphael whispers to me that he won’t fuck me, not until father takes what belongs to him. “It makes no sense, Raphael. I’m not letting dad fuck me. As for us, we’re step brothers, its fine honestly.”
I know it’s not “fine” and how hard people will look down on me. But dad – he is a different matter altogether. The man of my dreams.
“I’m going to use you if that’s what you want.”
“I want to be fucked! I didn’t know men would refuse me that.”
“What? And face dad when he comes back? He will know, Angel, and I’m not going to be in the line of fire when he returns.”
It’s frustrating. I’m climbing up the walls, and the only thing he does is masturbate me in ways I never thought possible.
“Believe me, Angel, I want to fuck you. A lot. But for now, we’ll keep it like this. Some light fun, masturbation, I’ll eat you out more times than you can take it.”
“You ate my pussy very well.”
“You haven’t seen anything, Shorty. You’ll be my personal hole, and I’m going to use you, and abuse you, and when dad comes home, he’ll have a very well behaved daughter.”
“Can’t believe this is making you hard again, Raphael!”
“The others can’t know. I don’t know what Azriel would do to me.”
“Or to me.”
“Is this making you wet?”
Raphael knows me better than I thought. No, my darling, I won’t tell anyone. Tonight, I’ll make a video for my fans that they won’t forget so soon. All hundreds of them.
See you tonight.
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