wicked | rafe cameron

the guy that fucks his best friends girlfriend

His words made her bite her lip tightly, trying not to make it obvious how much they affected her but Rafe knew anyways. She could feel his hand moving from her hips to her stomach, making its way downwards leaving no time. His fingers slipped inside her underwear.

"Fuck, you're so wet already", Rafe mumbled and turned Erin around to look at her face, his fingers still between her lips, teasing her entrance. He pushed two fingers inside of her, his thumb massaging her clit in circular motions. Erins mouth slightly opened, she tried hard not to moan and stared into Rafes eyes, her hand firmly holding on to the fabric of his suit.

She rolled her hips against his hand, wanting to take his fingers in deeper but he pulled his hands out of her panties soon after, earning a frustrated sigh from Erin.

"What the fuck Rafe", she whispered under her breath and slowly let go of his arm. "We don't have that much time"

Without any warning, Rafe grabbed her by her thighs and lifted her on the railing. For a second Erin was afraid of falling down the balcony so she clawed onto Rafes shoulders, gasping quietly. He calmly positioned himself between her legs and kept his hands on the sides of her thighs, making sure she won't slip and fall.

"You're gonna need a fucking ladder to fuck me from that angle. You're not that tall", she mocked and looked down at him, the railing going up just about his stomach.

"I'm not gonna fuck you" Rafe pulled her panties down and unhooked them from her ankles, the thin lacy fabric almost getting tangled in her heels. "Yet", he added and got down on his knees, starting to kiss the inside of her thighs.

Erin couldn't help but smile a bit, her hair falling over her shoulders as she looked down at Rafe, watching his lips brush along her thighs ever so slightly until he reached his goal.

"I thought you wanted to fuck me like the whore I am", Erin scoffed. Her chuckle turned into a gasp as Rafes lips met her most sensitive spot. "And now you're down on your fucking knees for me again. That's kinda pathetic don't you think?"

Rafe stopped sucking on her clit and got up again. He lifted her off the railing again and turned her around abruptly, her body banged against the wood leaving her groaning in pain, but she smiled. Erin had him just where she wanted him.

"Guess you don't deserve any fucking foreplay today then", Rafe muttered and pulled out his half hard dick, giving it a few strokes before positioning himself in front of her entrance.

Erin started panting and closed her eyes when she felt Rafe slowly pushing his cock inside of her. It took a few seconds for her to get used to the feeling again, as his size stretched her out completely but Rafe didn't even give her that. He started moving hard and fast immediately, holding Erin tightly by her hips so she couldn't jerk away.

But she didn't move, Erin clawed onto the railing and felt the white paint chip under her fingernails as Rafes thrusts only sped up even more.
Erin always had liked to pretend that nothing could throw her off guard, nothing could get an emotional reaction out of her, not even sexually, so she tried to hold back her moans as good as she could, panting quietly and holding on to the railing even tighter.

Rafes breathy moans behind her motivated her to arch her back even more, to take him in even deeper. Despite her desperate attempts of keeping quiet, a moan escaped her lips when Rafe started hitting her g-spot just right.

Rafe smiled with his lips parted slightly, starting to pant as well. He loved how Erin felt, how she wrapped around his cock just perfectly, how he could feel the way she tensed up with every thrust. Rafe was rough, he never held back and Erin could take it. With tears in her eyes, but she could take it. She loved it even.

"Fuck", Rafe growled as he began to move even more aggressive, sloppy with every thrust. He was close, Erin clenched her teeth in pain and didn't even try to hold back anymore. She was breathing heavily, moaning, more like whimpering every time Rafe pushed himself all the way inside of her.

His fingers traveled over her stomach and slid between her thighs. He started massaging her clit again in fast circular motions. Waves of lust swept over her body, she released her cramped hand from the railing and grabbed Rafes wrist instead, where she dug her nails deep into his flesh.

Rafe didn't even seem to notice, he was way too focused on his upcoming orgasm, he was closer every passing second. He started fucking into her even harder than before and quickened his pace before he grabbed Erins neck, pulling her back against his chest. Her moans and whimpers were immediately silenced by Rafes hand choking her.

Sometimes Erin guessed that Rafe forgot how strong he actually was in moments like these. The back of her neck was pressed to his shoulder, her back still arched while Rafes fingers dug into the soft skin of her neck, so tight that it was hard to breathe. Rafes other hand was still between her thights, rubbing her clit in the same pace he was fucking her.

After a few more strokes, Erin could feel him cum, his liquid filling her up while Rafe moaned right next to her ear. The warm feeling and him still pounding inside of her was enough to push Erin over the edge. Rafes grip around her neck loosened ever so slightly, allowing Erin to take a few deep but short breaths before she began to finish with him.

Her whole body tensed up as she finally experienced the feeling she had been longing for the whole day, even though she promised herself she wouldn't disappear with Rafe at this event, Erin would never admit it but she knew deep down that she couldn't resist Rafe either.

Rafe continued to fuck her, slower this time and it made it possible for her high to last even longer. When he let go of her neck, she let her body sink forwards again and rested her forearms on the railing, breathing heavily.

She heard Rafe adjusting his pants behind her and turned around slowly after calming down a bit, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand. Her hand was shaking, still recovering from the intense orgasm.

As soon as the pleasure was over, her body began feeling sore, like every time. She got used to it over time, and when her and Rafes occasional hookups got more frequent, she even starting to enjoy it. Rafe enjoyed it as well, he enjoyed fucking her a lot. Erin was one of the few girls he met that could actually keep up with his desires, or even his conditions.

She was hot, knew not to run her mouth and sucked dick like it was the very thing she was put on earth for, maybe it was. Besides that, Erin knew how to handle Rafes temper, she wasn't scared of him, mostly because she could be just as scary as Rafe. A girl like Erin was rare and that is why Rafe was even more pissed to find out that she was suddenly dating Kelce, but even happier to also find out that she was in fact still willing to fuck him.

At first, Rafe wasn't sure if he could do it. He might be an asshole, a violent, arrogant son of a bitch but he didn't want to be the guy that fucked his best friends girlfriend. His only friend besides Topper, who was too busy trying to fuck Rafes sister anyways, so Kelce was probably really his only friend.

Still, Rafe turned into the guy that was screwing his best friends girlfriend, but that was only because Erin was such a fucking slut. She just kept pretending as if everything was the same, and if Rafe hadn't known it before, he probably would've never found out that Kelce and Erin were dating because she just didn't mention it, ever. And Rafe was just a man after all, as he liked to say, so of course he couldn't resist Erin for a long time.

"So, uh, you sure that you really didn't tell Kelce about us?", Rafe asked after he had straightened his outfit properly again. Erin stood in front of him and adjusted his crooked bow tie. "What, do you think I'm fucking stupid", she mumbled and focused on the collar of his shirt now. "Of course I didn't tell him. I'm not ready for that drama, the history teacher was enough already"

Rafe cleared his throat and watched her put on her panties again, before pulling her tight dress back down. For a moment, he thought of the last time they had sex, where she did the exact same movement. She always wore those fucking tiny tight dresses, easy access he liked to call it. He wondered how many guys she might be fucking with besides him, the thought of it made him clench his jaw in anger.

"Not ready as in.. you, uhm, will be ready one day and tell him?", he asked and furrowed his brows.

"We'll see. Do you have coke on you by any chance?", Erin shrugged, smiling mischievously.