I pressed my thumb against her clit, not yet rubbing. I was merely allowing the pressure to build. She could deny she wanted this all she wanted but she would be lying to herself.

Her initial gasps were ones of shock, but they quickly turned into something else altogether.

She was embarrassed, the adorable redness floating across her jaw keeping my attention rapt. There was something about her vitality that kept my cock at full attention.

When her hips started rocking, begging for more friction, I could tell I was losing control.

I continued teasing her as her body trembled, her legs flailing every few seconds. She’d wanted to seem so worldly but right now, she was highlighting her vulnerability. I had to wonder if any man had ever treated her right.

As I rubbed a single finger up and down her lace-covered crotch, she reverted back to animalistic moaning. I was enthralled with her reactions, so innocent.

So forbidden.

She was wet, so much so I was taken aback. I hadn’t expected she’d become so aroused this easily. But I planned on taking full advantage of it.

“Oh, God. I’m not…”

“You’re not what, princess? Hopefully, you’re not a virgin.”

“I might as well be,” she snorted.

I’d get into the whys later. I was far too famished.

A part of the beast inside of me wanted to drive my fingers through the lace. I debated doing so for a few seconds.

I would purchase her dozens of pairs from the finest lingerie shops. I drove three fingers right through the middle before gathering her legs in my arms, forcing both to bend at the knee.

She jerked up, panting heavily, now pressing her elbows onto the counter. As I peered up, a smile crossed my face from the continued dilation of her pupils.

I’d never had this strong of a reaction before.

That only fueled the fire that much more.

She even managed to dig her heels into the counter and when I lowered my head, blowing across her luscious, plump pussy lips, I wasn’t expecting her laugh. It sent a wave of tingles shooting down the back of my legs. I wasted no additional time, driving my tongue through the forced opening.

The taste was out of this world, like sweet nectar. I was ravenously hungry at this point, incapable of holding back.

The way Raphaella bucked hard pushed me into splitting her legs wider open. It didn’t take long before the hole was made bigger, my needs larger than life or decency. The thought brought a smile to my face even as I used my teeth to rip away part of the material.

“You’re horrible!” Her cries were short lived, her moans only escalating.