I’m more than a prophecy!

Rafael’s place

Against my better judgment, I followed Rafael’s car out of the carpark and into his place. I was expecting something flashy, but found a small cottage on the edge of Windy Woods, about half an hour out of Hartley Well. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time. If he turned out to be a murderer, no one would ever find me there. My brain was telling me to leave, but my body was acting on its own, as if I was being pulled in against my will.

“You coming in or not? I’m not going to bite unless you ask me to.” Rafael said with a smile that nearly made my knees buckle. “I’m too remote here for a take away, you ok with me cooking? Hopefully you don’t mind it being veggie, I don’t do meat.” He asks nervously.

As I watch him cook, I wonder if he could be anymore perfect. He’s at least 7 feet, muscular build with chocolate eyes and auburn hair. Why is he wasting time with me? I’m not ugly, but I’m not noticeable either. I don’t care how I look most of the time, as long as I’m clean and professional.

“When you stop staring at me, grab a knife and help me chop the veggies “ Rafael says and I feel heat creeping up my face.

Hour and half later we’re tucking into delicious lasagna, while arguing about work and discussing what is going to happen next. We are both worried about the future of the rehabilitation program when the news get out, but even worse about who is drugging prisoners. I’m convinced Martin isn’t going to be the only one. When we finish eating, Rafael offers me a glass of wine and I freeze.

“Wrong type?” He asks sheepishly.

“No.” I exhale. “But if I drink I won’t be able to go home tonight.”

“Aaaand?”

“And you’re my bosses bosses boss, I barely know you and it’s like the worst possible timing “ I mutter as he looks at me with his puppy eyes.

“Hmmm” is all he answers as he presses his forehead against mine. He breaths in and out deeply a few times and then adds “I don’t want you to leave. I want to kiss you, love you and make you scream my name into the night. I want to hold you as you have one orgasm after another and take those dripping pants off you.”

I just looked at him, dumbstruck, feeling like a should run for my life, yet I am rooted to the spot with my pants wetter than ever.

“If you want to leave now, I won’t hold it against you. If you want to have a couple of drinks, and then leave, I’ll pay for your cab home. You don’t need to worry about work. We’re both professionals and can handle ourselves. If you would however like to stay, I promise I’ll do anything in my power to distract you from everything that happened today.”

And just like that, my barrier was down. I worked so hard not to let anyone near me, to stop people before they even tried, that when Rafael actually put in the effort, he completely caught me off guard. I didn’t end up having any wine, because the next thing I knew we were kissing each other like our lives depended on it. One minute we were standing in the kitchen, the next I felt his hands roaming all over my body, only to realise I was naked. And then that there was something huge and hard poking into my stomach. I must have visibly gulped when I saw Rafael’s package.

“Like what you see?” He asked, giggling, than added “you’re in charge. If you want to stop, we stop, you need to tell me if I’m hurting you and I’ll stop or slow down, depending on what you want.”

I only nodded, unable to think. I kissed him even more passionately then before, the sparks from my body never leaving each touch leaving a trail behind it. Rafael stared playing with my c**t, making me scream into his mouth as I rubbed myself against his hand. He literally just touched me and I was nearly undone. Why does he have this effect on me?

“f**k, you’re absolutely dripping down there” Rafael muttered as he picked me up and carried me on the couch. Spreading my legs wide he kneeled on the floor and buried his face into me, moaning with pleasure, before finding my c**t and flicking it with his tongue. That one flick was enough for me to squirt into his face, screaming in pleasure, my body shaking. He drunk it all up, licking his lips mischievously and looking up at me.

“You taste so good” he said, his voice husky and I swear his eyes were black for a moment. “This was just the first one of many” he whispered, as he buried his face back in, torturing my already sensitive folds with his godly tongue.

Before I found my bearings, one hand grabbed my boob real hard and started playing with my n****e, while the other one started circling around my vag and my ass, while his tongue was still working hard on my c**t. I started seeing stars again as Rafael started finger f*****g me, making me c*m hard a second time.

This time I needed a few minutes to recover, as I swear I’ve never had such an intense orgasm before, and we didn’t even start with s*x yet. As soon as I stopped shaking Rafael’s hands moved from my stomach to my face.

“Are you ready for more?” He asked, his eyes completely black this time. I nodded, and before I knew it I felt his giant shaft inside of me. He was going slow, trying not to hurt me, but I was still convinced he was going to rip my vag. It took me nearly a minute to adjust, before realising he was barely half way in. As he shoved the second half in I swear my inner organs were rearranged. He should be a porn star.

Waiting for me to give the all clear, Rafael started slowly coming in and out of me, the pain transforming into a pleasure I genuinely cannot describe. Before I knew it he was pounding into me with what I assumed was a full force, and I was meeting him back with it. We were both shouting and moaning, sweat running of us like crazy. Just before I’ve reached another orgasm, Rafael pulled out and moved me on all four.

If I thought he was big before, being f****d from behind has made it even more prominent. Two thrust and I was a screaming, squirting mess, shaking as Rafael pulled out at the last second, coming all over my back.

I lied there trembling with pleasure as Rafael cleaned my back, before collapsing on the bed next to me.

“Welcome to my place.”