The Alpha’s Little Rogue (Alessia)

Chapter 153

Daphne's POV Then his gaze turns serious as he throws two of the condoms onto the bedside table and holds onto one.

"Lie back," he gruff out.

As though controlled by his words, my back immediately connects with the bed.

Raphael holds the condom between his teeth and rips off the top.

Somehow, that act only has my legs clenching together.

I take in a deep breath and watch with wide eyes as he sheath his cock with the condom and lowers himself between my legs.

Like a harlot, I open my legs wider as he settles between them.

His hand slides down my body and stops on my sex, palming it before sliding a lone finger in. "Damn. You're so tight," he groans My fingers dig into his arms. "Raphael, please," I beg, not exactly knowing what it is that I'm begging for.

"Sheesh, I've got you," Raphe replies with a smirk. His hand leaves my sex and I let out a whine that gets swallowed in the kiss that he gives me.

By the time he stops kissing me, I've forgotten what I was whining about. And when he starts kissing down my body, I almost forget my name because it feels that damn good.

With a sigh, I relax into the soft mattress as Raphael showers my body with open-mouthed kisses, licks, and sucks. I know that when I look at my body in the mirror tomorrow, I'm going to see several shades of marks. The sad thing is that I can't find it in me to be mad about that. Heck, I slightly tilt my head to the side to give him more workspace.

Rapheal's lips trail down my body and he doesn't stop going down until he gets to the place that I ache the most.

My fingers slide into his hair and hold on as he presses his tongue against my sex and takes a long lick. My fingers in his hair tighten their hold and I have to hold myself from closing my legs shut from too much pleasure.

I pull on his hair strands to try to grab his attention. "Rapheal, I want you," I beg, not caring about how pathetic or sex-starved I sound. I want my first orgasm of the night to be from his cock.

Rapheal's head lifts and he meets my gaze. He looks indecisive for a while but then he starts kissing his way back up my body and I sigh in relief and anticipation.

His hip slides between my parted legs and he lets out a deep groan as the length of his cock presses onto my pussy. My head tips down and I watch as he takes his cock in his hand and runs it through my wetness. My inside clenches and my limbs turn weak. "You're ready?" Raphael asks, bringing my attention back to his face.

I answer his question with a nod. My hands snake around his neck, pulling him closer to me as he slides in to the hilt in one go. I gasp just as he groans He stills within me for a moment with his head pressed against mine.

"Fuck," he whispers, his voice coarse and deep. Then he starts moving. It's just a little thrust of his hip but it has me moaning and digging my claws into his shoulders.

My legs tighten around his waist and my heels dig into his ass as he quickens his pace.

His hands slides down my legs and he grips the back of my knees and places them on his shoulders. He lets loose -pistoning in and out of me while leaning into me, nearly folding my body in half.

I'm not much better. All that leaves my parted lips are gasps, moans and whines. Sex has never felt this... mind-blowing. Have I been doing it wrong all this time because has never once felt like this.

"You feel so fucking good wrapped around me, sweetie," Rapheal whispers into my ear before taking my earlobe between his teeth and softly biting it. Where did that endearment come from and does he even realize that he called me that? Or is it just something that slipped out in the heat of the moment?

Matter of fact, why am I thinking about a stupid nickname when Rapheal's cock is wreaking me in the best way possible.

I sigh as I feel my climax draw nearer. Just one push and I'll be off the cliff. That push comes in the form of Rapheal's teeth closing around my nipple and pulling on it.

My back arches off the bed as I let out a scream as my sex clamps around Rapheal's cock. My toes curl and my nails drag down his back, probably leaving scratch marks behind. "Fuck!" Raphael hollers and he gives one, two, three more thrusts before stilling within me as he empties into the condom wrapped around him.

Rapheal falls on me and I sigh softly at his weight on me. It actually feels nice in a suffocating sort of way.

He pulls his cock out of me and I pout at the empty feeling that overcomes me. He slumps on the space beside me and we both pant as we try to catch our breath.

"Fuck," Raphael murmurs on an

exhale and his head falls to the side.

"Are you ok with what we just did?" He reaches a hand and brushes his thumb across my bottom lip while looking at me anxiously.

Somehow, his question and not the act itself is what has me blushing as I give him a tiny nod.

Raphael smiles, pulls me into his arm, and closes his lips over "I'm glad that you're ok with it because it's about to happen mine. again."

I absolutely do not have a problem with that. Count me in.