Rafael Barba X Reader Novels & Stories

I hissed beneath my breath. "Begging might help your cause," Rafael replied, his breath still fanning the side of my face. his hand trailed back up, bringing the gown with it. I was exposed to them from the waist down. Tilting up my chin, I closed my eyes. Lavished in the feeling of Alejandro skimming the outer lips of my cunt with his fingertips. Every cell in my body had woken up. Peeked through half-massed eyelids at the fire raging through my body.

Chapter 4 After Rafael retired for the night, Patrícia sat in the armchair beside the bed, holding the book in her hands. With a gentle smile, she looked at the sleeping patient. “The book is almost halfway through. Shall we continue?” she whispered, as if he could hear her. She opened it to the page where she had stopped and began to read. The story was becoming intense, and without realizing it, tears started to roll down her face. The couple in the novel had been separated by a great misunderstanding, and the pain in the narrative touched her deeply.

Raven went to take a shower. Ralph sat dejectedly on the living room sofa, not knowing whether Raven had finished taking her shower. After ten minutes, he went upstairs, unable to sit alone anymore. He opened the door and walked inside. Raven was still in the en-suite and he stripped off his shirt and changed into a pair of sweatpants and lay on the bed waiting for her. He knew that she had asked him to sleep on the sofa but he didn't want to. He wanted to talk to her, to hold her. He would not go to the sofa. He wanted to know why she was shutting him out. Raven came out wearing a black lace camisole top and a pair of soft flannel hot pants. She was shocked to see a shirtless Ralph lying

Eli walked at the desk to the bar at a short corner, stocked with different types of drinks from different brands with different unique bottle shapes. Diego nodded his head slowly like a lizard, “I guess wine, a little, cause I would be driving later and I won't wanna feel lightheaded.” “Very well” Rafael purred, and nodded at Eli. He picked a bottle of white wine and a tall wine glass. He walked back, placing the bottle in front of Diego and filling half the glass with substance in the bottle he held. Diego took a sip and a second. Rafael's eyes were stared down at the black thick covered document in his hand with the name on it glittering gold sparkles, “You've done well”, he finally spoke

he said with his voice rough. Tears stung the corners of my eyes. “You are just a desperate little wine boy who is all tied up and covered in candle wax with my nipples clamps tight on your tits and those heavy balls still begging for a release that you are not even going to get tonight.” I shook my head, breathing hard. “Please… I cannot take it, let me cum. Unlock the ropes, I need it so bad.” Rafael leaned over me with his fingers tracing the dried wax on my skin.

She didn’t care. He worked her like that for a while — fingers pumping deep, thumb on her clit, mouth moving between her tits and her mouth. When she came the first time she grabbed his hair and shook, moaning loud enough she worried about the empty hallway outside. Rafael didn’t stop. He sat back on his knees, undid his jeans, and pulled his cock out. Thick, hard, already leaking. He stroked himself once, looking down at her painted body like she was one of his canvases.

‎ ‎ ‎LAURA ‎ ‎The rooftop bar was closed at this hour, but Rafael didn’t need permission to occupy a space. He owned every room he entered, even one perched above a city still asleep. ‎ ‎He was already there, leaning against the railing like it might collapse under the weight of what he was holding back. Hair tousled, black shirt rolled up at the sleeves, that brooding, unreadable look on his face that used to piss me off—and now made my mouth dry.

My shoulders loosened without my permission. I hadn’t realized how tightly I’d been holding myself together. Rafael scanned the room like he was clearing it for hostiles. “I hate this already.” “You love this,” I said. “You just don’t know it yet.” He shot me a look. “I know exactly what I love. This isn’t it.” We made our way to the bar. The bartender took one look at us and smiled like Christmas had come early. “What’ll it be?” she asked.

A voice said beating me to the words. I turned as the door opened watching as Rafael walked inside. He was dressed in an expensive suit and his shoes were glossing. From his outfit, I could tell he had just rushed over from a formal event. He was the last person I wanted to see. Not after he had served my sister with divorce papers and abadoned her for the sake of power and another w**re. However he was the only one who could leave here with Lauren and keep her safe. “What are you doing here, you b***ard child?” Barbara asked as Rafael's men entered the room behind him surrounding the place.

which unfortunately he was rarely able to practice. The Uriel itself began to pick up the pace so much and tormenting him was a more than welcome change for him. Of course, the other nipple was not forgotten and continued to harden under the massaging touches of Uriel's index finger. This made fun of irritating him further and further and to bring him to the edge of the excitement by scratching her again and again lightly with his claw. "U ... Uriel ... !!!" came it with a gasp. Rafael closed his eyes. All he had was to surrender to it. He was a prisoner of his excitement, which also showed between his legs. His member was already painfully stiff and longed to receive attention. Suddenly he