Satisfied, he positioned himself between my legs, rubbing his hard cock along my slit before plunging in deep. The stretch was exquisite, his thickness filling me completely in missionary. Our eyes locked, his gaze piercing as he ground against me, hips rolling in deep, rhythmic thrusts. Each stroke hit my G-spot, sending sparks through my body. I came hard the first time, walls clenching around him, crying out as waves crashed over me. He didn't stop, pounding harder, my nails scraping uselessly against the cuffs. The second orgasm built faster, ripping through me with a scream, my body arching taut.

But Raphael wasn't done. He pulled out, slick with my...