Rafe POV
I’d planned for tonight to go differently. Yeah, I’d pictured Mikayla naked, writhing on top of me, begging for more—but I hadn’t meant for it to happen this fast. I wanted to kiss her, talk to her, and just have her close to me.
But the second her lips touched mine, I was fùcked. She kissed me like I was the only man alive, and that look in her eyes—so mischievous and dirty—it made every drop of blood rush straight to my còck. And when she told me to fùck her… god, I wanted to worship the ground she walked on. I wanted to make her cùm until she couldn’t breathe. I wanted to hear her sćream my name. I wanted to ruin her for every other man. Feeling her nails digging into my back while I buried myself inside her was euphoric; the way her walls gripped my dìck was unreal.
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