🔞 - overstimulation, dirty talk, begging, slight usage of religious terms (?) in sexual acts
It was ironic, truly. Calling to a God while certain God fucked you so good you saw literal stars.
But you couldn't help yourself. Oh, you couldn't...not when your pussy clenched and squeezed to accommodate Rafayel's cock, the wet and filthy sounds of his balls slapping your ass echoing in the entirety of his bedroom.
It was too damn good to help yourself, too good to even realize what came out of your mouth. Between the various moans and whimpers of "Too good, Rafayel..." and "There! There, please, 'm close.", you were too far gone to realize you were moaning an entirely different and new thing, something he never heard nor expected to hear you moan in bed.
Calling to a God—to him—because you were too fucked out to manage anything else.
Rafayel found it amusing, how you were gripping his cock too tight, spasming around him with your eyes rolled back in utter pleasure and your pretty mouth beginning a God so sweetly.
How could he not bully you a little, really? You were too cute, pussy fluttering around him, tits bouncing up and down as he railed you so deep into the mattress you forgot even your own name. But never his.
You whimper again, the words “Oh my god” slipping out without thinking, your voice breaking as pleasure crashes over you. Your body shakes from it, every nerve lit up.
Rafayel slows down his thrusts, just enough to pull a frustrated whine from your sore throat. You feel his hips roll slow and easy, in and out of your needy cunt, making sure you notice every bit of him moving inside you.
He leans in close, his mouth right by your ear, his warm breath hitting your skin. “Oh my god?” he repeats, his voice full of that teasing lilt he has whenever he bullies you, the kind that’s all cocky and light. You hear him chuckle low, feel it rumble through his chest into yours. “Which God are you calling to, exactly?”
You open your mouth to say something, but it turns into a gasp when his hand sneaks down between you both, a ghost of a touch following it. You feel his slender fingers find your clit, pinching it light but firm, and it sends sharp sparks right up your back.
Your pussy tightens around his cock without you meaning to, so wet from all the orgasms he pulled out of you tonight. So wet, in fact, that each slide makes a slick, messy sound. You can see the white ring of your cum and his precum mixed together at the base of his shaft when you glance down, a clear sign of how many times he’s made you finish—this is the third time, and your thighs burn, shaking from too much already.
He doesn’t stop. You feel his other hand hold your hip steadily, keeping you right where he wants as he pushes in deep again, slow on purpose. It makes you shift, trying to get more from him.
“Cuz you sure as hell aren’t calling the one who’s making you see stars right now, are you, cutie?” he giggles, that playful sound that gets under your skin every time, and you see his amethyst eyes get darker, fixed on your face like he’s loving every second of this.
You arch your back to get closer, feeling your tits press into his chest. He lowers his head, and you feel his mouth close over one nipple, sucking hard before his teeth scrape it gentle. It pulls a cry from you, “Oh my god, Rafayel…”
Your fingers twist into the sheets, your skin sticky with sweat, and words just spill out in a jumble. “Please… deeper…”
He lets go of your nipple with a soft pop, and you feel his smirk on your skin as he kisses up your neck, leaving a small bite that stings in such a good way. “Oh? So you’re really calling out to me… yeah? Tell me gorgeous, what can I do for you, hm?”
His thrusts speed up a bit, going deeper like you asked, his cock hitting that perfect spot a few times, the one that makes your eyes roll back and your vision blur. You see his flushed face above you, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, cheeks red. You also hear his breaths come quicker now, but he’s still grinning, clearly having fun seeing you like this.
“Hit deeper? Make you scream louder?” he says, teasing fingers starting to circle your clit, matching the rhythm of his hips. You feel it all so much—the stretch from his cock, the wetness letting him move smoothly in and out of your gummy walls. “Make you soak this God’s cock? Is that what you’re praying for?”
You can’t make real words anymore, just fast nods and broken moans, “Yes… God, yes…please please...”
He chuckles again, and you feel him thrust extra deep, like he’s proving a point. When you lean up for a kiss, he pulls back a little, making you follow his lips. You see that smug grin through your lidded eyes before he finally kisses you, messy and full, his tongue mixing with yours in an intoxicatingly sweet kiss.
He pulls away just enough to say whisper tauntingly against your lips, “Calling God as if you don’t already have one inside you, awe.”
You hear him giggle once more, and then his fingers pinch your clit in such a way that your entire body seizes. It pushes you right over, your body clenching tight as you cum again, feeling the release soak everything even more. Your thighs, his thighs, the rumpled sheets already drenched in your sweat. You see stars behind your eyes, your legs trembling hard, and hear him groan from how you tight you must squeeze him.
Even now, he doesn’t stop. You feel him keep thrusting through it, much slower now to drag it out, his hands roaming your sides, thumbs brushing your ribs. Your breath is too erratic, body too sensitive, but you can’t pull away.
He kisses your shoulder, light and quick, then nips at your collarbone, marking another spot. You feel his cock twitch inside you, still hard, and it makes you gasp right into his ear.
“See? That’s what happens when you keep calling for me,” he murmurs, voice breathy but still cocky. His fingers trace down your thigh, lifting it higher around his waist so he can go deeper again.
You feel the sweat on his skin mix with yours, his chest pressing close as he speeds up a little. Your hands move to his back, nails digging in without thinking, and you hear him hiss in what you assume is a good way. He captures your mouth again, kissing deeper this time, ravishing your tender lips.
You feel it all too much, already falling into overstimulation, your pussy fluttering around him as you whimper into the kiss, “Rafayel… too much…”
He breaks the kiss, eyes locked on yours, amused but heated. “Too much? But you’re still clenching like you want more, cutie.”
You feel him shift, one hand sliding under your ass to tilt you up, letting him hit even better. Each thrust sends jolts of electricity through you. Your muscles scream the extortion, but the pleasure overrides it, making you chase the high anyway.
He leans down to suck on your other nipple now, tongue swirling so very slowly, making you feel it deep into your core. His free hand pinches the other one, rolling it gently until your back arches off the mattress again.
“O-oh my god,” you moan out, voice cracking in the middle, and he lifts his head with a laugh.
“There it is again,” he chuckles, thrusting hard once to make his point. You feel him fill you completely, the pressure building too quickly. He’s breathing heavier now, face closer to yours, and you see the flush spread down his neck. His thumb finds your clit once more, rubbing light circles that have you shaking.
You try to speak, but it’s just gasps and his name, over and over. He smirks, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Praying to me some more? Alright, I’ll answer.”
He pulls out slowly, and you whine at the emptiness, but then you feel him flip you over gently, onto your stomach. Your face presses into the pillow, and you feel his hands grip your hips, lifting them up so you’re on your knees a bit.
“Let’s try this way,” he whispers against your sweaty back, voice low and teasing. “See if it makes you call out louder.”
You feel him slide back in from behind, deeper in this position, and it hits different spots that make your toes curl. His hands run up your back, then one slides around to your front, fingers finding your clit again while he thrusts steady. You bury your face in the sheets, moaning, “Oh my God… Raf, please…”
Your can't even feel your limbs anymore, and each touch feels like too much but just right.
He leans over you, chest against your back, and you feel his breath on your neck. “Still calling God, huh? You know it’s me you’re begging.”
His fingers pinch your clit lightly, and you jolt, pushing back against him without thinking. He chuckles, the sound vibrating through you. “That’s it, cutie. Take it like that.”
You feel him speed up, his cock bullying into you, hitting that spot over and over. Your eyes start to cross from the intensity, and you try to look back at him, but the pleasure makes them roll.
He notices how hard you're trying and you feel his hand grip your jaw gentle yet firm, turning your head so you have to face him over your shoulder. “Look at me, gorgeous...” he says, voice husky now. “Want to see those pretty eyes when you moan it again.”
You try to focus, but another one of his thrusts makes your vision blur, so you only manage to whimper, “O-oh fuck, my god…”
He grins, thrusting deeper, his grip keeping you in place. “Yeah, just like that. Who’s making you feel this good?” his other hand slides up to your breast, pinching the nipple as he rolls his hips slow, drawing out the dual sensation.
“You… Rafayel, you are...” you manage to gasp, voice shaky. Your entire body aches, muscles tight from holding your hips into the position, but you don’t want him to stop. He kisses your shoulder, then bites lightly, marking yet another spot.
“That's riiiight, good girl,” he chuckles, releasing your jaw to trail his fingers down your spine.
You feel him pull out once more, and this time he turns you onto your side, lifting one leg over his shoulder. The new angle lets him go even deeper, and you feel every inch as he slides back in. His hand grips your thigh, holding it steady, while his thumb rubs circles on your inner thigh, teasing close to where you’re joined but not quite touching.
“Oh my god, 's too deep,” you moan brokenly, hands clutching at his arms. He laughs softly, leaning down capture your lips, his tongue exploring while he rolls his hips in a slow rhythm,
“Too deep? But you’re soaking me so much, cutie. You love it, yeah?”
He pulls back from the kiss, eyes dark as he watches your face. His free hand moves to your jaw, thumb pressing down on your swollen lower lip as he whispers, “Say it again. Call for your God.”
You can’t hold back, moaning “Oh my god… please, wanna cum...it's t-to much…” over and over, like a broken record.
He groans, flushed and breathing hard, but still so amused at how wrecked you are. His thrusts get rougher, bullying your sensitive spots until you're pretty sure you're close to blacking out from the intense pleasure he's bringing you.
“Keep praying like that, and next time I’ll put you on your knees, cutie.” he teases, voice low and cocky as he thrusts extra deep one last time. “Seeing as you love calling out to God so much, might as well be a good devotee and worship him properly.”
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