Forbidden Embrace

Thirsty threesome

Daphne's outhouse:

"Uhng… Hmph… Hnng! Make it faster, Rafael! I'm a sinner, indulging in this perversion in someone else’s home. Ahh! It hurts… slower, please… right there! Nng… wai–aah! It feels so good! Ahhh… I can't stop thinking about him! My legs are going weak… urgh! Hmph… I’m going to—"

“What are you doing here, Rafael? Are you alri—?” (Rybak gasps loudly)

“Ahhhh!! Don’t look at me! I’m—I’m fine. I wasn’t expecting you here! What are you doing here?”

“Should I even answer that? I’m not thinking straight. I can't take this anymore!”

Rybak slammed Rafael’s hands above his head, pinning him against the wall with a forceful push. Rafael couldn’t resist, nor did he want to. The urge to give in was too strong. He wanted Rybak to be rough, to take control.

Rybak’s eyes were filled with desire, and he didn’t hold back. He tilted his head, inhaling deeply at the crook of Rafael’s neck, like a man starved for air. His tongue traced Rafael's skin, sending jolts of surprise and arousal through him.

Rybak nipped at his neck, eliciting a gasp from Rafael that only fueled the fire between them. He could feel Rybak's hot breath against his ear, his panting growing more intense. 

Rybak pulled him closer, his fingers gripping Rafael's hair tightly as he yanked his head back, exposing the vulnerable curve of his throat. He pressed a soft kiss there, his tongue searching for Rafael's lips.

Rybak’s mouth moved down, tracing the line of his jaw before finally capturing his lower lip in a gentle kiss. Rafael responded eagerly, his tongue grazing Rybak’s upper lip in return.

Rybak teased him, pulling back just enough to leave Rafael wanting more. Aggrieved, Rafael grabbed Rybak’s hips, pulling him closer, and kissed him harder, tasting every inch of his lips until he was breathless.

Their lips locked, bodies pressed together as if they were bound by some unspoken force. Hands roamed, exploring every curve and angle. Their kisses grew more intense, tongues intertwining like a storm, each movement more fervent than the last. Rafael slid his middle finger into Rybak’s mouth, feeling the warmth of his tongue as he sucked slowly at first, then faster, the sensation driving them both wild.

“Hmph… Hmmm… Kiss me harder! Like you’re running out of breath! Hmmm… Ahh! Don’t stop, please!”

“Uhmm… slow—slower! I can’t breathe. Take it slow, Raffy! You can have me right here if you want. Hmmm… do you?”

“How can I resist? You’re going to take me so well, like the good boy you are.”

“How cute babe! You’re beautiful with my name on your lips. Say it again. What should I call you?”

“Call me Ray! Mmpphh… It's even harder now! I’m losing control! Call me Ray, please! Ummm… you’re driving me crazy! 

“ You're sucking my soul out ! Shit! I’m losing my grip! Shut up! You’re being too loud!”

Rafael silenced Rybak with a deep, passionate kiss, their lips trembling against each other. The kiss deepened, intense and unyielding, until it ended with a soft, satisfying pop.

Daphne parked her Jaguar beneath the oak tree she had planted during her summer days, a symbol of her youth. Priscelle had informed her that Rybak was waiting in her master bedroom, enjoying snacks upstairs.

Curious and slightly anxious, Daphne hurried to her room, only to be met with a sight that left her both stunned and intrigued. Her eyes, usually so sharp, betrayed her in this crucial moment. Hidden behind the ajar bathroom door, she watched silently, aroused by the soft moans that filled the air.

A wicked thought crossed her mind: “This night is flawless. Tonight, you’ll pray like never before. You both are in for a very hard time with me. Pray for your souls!”

Outside, the storm raged, thunder echoing through the night, masking the sounds of their pleasure. The flashes of lightning illuminated the room, casting an almost surreal glow on the scene. Daphne moved to her king-sized bed, the soft moans from the other room fueling her own desire.

She began to touch herself, her breath hitching as she cupped her full breasts with her small, rough hands, pinching her nipples until the sharp pleasure sent shivers down her spine. With each groan and gasp from the other room, her arousal deepened.

Her fingers slid lower, wetness spreading as she teased herself, her mind clouded with sensation. It was unlike anything she had felt before, even more intense than with her favourite toys. She felt as if she were floating on a cloud, enveloped in warmth and comfort, as if their very breath was fanning the flames of her desire.

Her fingers pressed deeper, circling her clitoris with increasing pressure, a soft cry escaping her lips as she pushed herself closer to the edge. When she finally touched that perfect spot, the release was immediate and overwhelming.

“She’s so beautiful, dripping down there,” Rafael whispered into Rybak’s ear.

“She’s fucking gorgeous, looking all wild with her sweat and slippery fingers,” Rybak replied, a laugh escaping him.

Daphne, still breathless from her climax, reached for tissues but instead found a crumpled piece of paper, leaving her momentarily confused. Before she could process the situation, she heard their voices—Rafael and Rybak were standing before her, arms crossed, their expressions a mix of amusement and desire.

The sight of them, with their mischievous smirks and obvious arousal, made her blush with embarrassment.

“Ahh! That was just for fun. Don’t get the wrong idea! Sounds crazy, right? But you gotta believe me,” she stammered, trying to regain control. “And we’re not cancelling our plans. Get over here and get back to work!”

“It’s all in your head, Daphy,” Rybak barked, his tone both teasing and commanding.

“Shall we start our actual business?” Rafael added with a wink, his clothes already discarded on the floor. 

The room filled with the sounds of their shared desire as they moved toward each other, moans and gasps intertwining as the night wore on.