Rafe had you pinned against the wall of the beach house before the door even clicked shut. His hand wrapped around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to let you know he was in charge. "Strip," he growled, eyes dark and hungry. You pulled your shirt over your head fast, then your shorts, standing bare while he watched every move.
He didn't waste time. Rafe shoved his jeans down, cock already hard and thick, and spun you around so your chest pressed to the cool wood. One rough hand spread your ass cheeks, the other sliding between your legs to check how wet you were. "Fuck, you're dripping already," he muttered, two fingers pushing inside you without warning. He pumped them hard, curling just right, making your knees shake.
You moaned loud when he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock in one thrust. Rafe buried himself to the hilt, hips snapping forward, no slow build-up. He fucked you like he meant it, deep and relentless, the slap of skin loud in the room. Each stroke hit that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes. "Take it," he grunted, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, the other reaching around to rub your clit in fast circles.
You came hard the first time, clenching around him, but Rafe didn't stop. He pulled out, flipped you onto the bed, and spread your legs wide. His mouth replaced his cock, tongue licking through your folds, sucking your clit while two fingers fucked you again. He was filthy with it, groaning against your pussy like he couldn't get enough. When you tried to close your legs from the overstimulation, he held them open and kept going until you came again, thighs trembling.
Rafe climbed over you then, shoving back inside with one smooth motion. He fucked you missionary but nothing gentle about it, his body covering yours, mouth on your neck biting down as he pounded. "Gonna fill you up," he said against your skin. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper, nails digging into his back. He came with a low curse, hips jerking as he pumped every drop inside you.
He stayed there a minute, breathing heavy, then pulled out slow so you could feel it drip. Rafe smirked, fingers pushing some of it back in. "Round two in the shower. Don't think you're done yet." The night stretched out exactly like that, raw and direct, until both of you were spent and satisfied.
