Page 62 of Ruthless Guardian

But still, I don’t stop stroking him.

A groan flees past his lips, eyes still locked to mine and damn, it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. To see this powerful man at my mercy is intoxicating, it’s beyond satisfying. No one brings Raffaele Ferrara to his knees… but me.

With his moans urging me on, I flip him over onto his back, and I’m more than surprised when he allows it. I crawl down his body with his heated gaze fixed to mine. Molten lava spews from those bottomless irises as I flick my tongue out and lick the bead of cum on his tip.

It’s salty and sweet, with a musky flavor that’s all Raf.

Taking all of him in my mouth alone is intimidating, but I have to try, a test of sorts. I wrap my lips around his thick crown, and a hiss echoes between us. “Oh,cazzo, Isa, that mouth,” he groans.

I cup his balls, also enormous, and attempt to take more of him in. I’m not even halfway there when his head hits the back of my throat.

“That’s it,principessa, you’ve got it. That’s a good girl, you’re almost there. I know you can take my whole cock in your mouth.”

Apparently, I have a praise kink because heat is licking down my thighs at each sexy word. Hot tears burn my cheeks as I take him in deeper, but damn it, I need to prove that I can do this.I don’t even understand why. Once my jaw relaxes, I’m nearly there. I start to twirl my tongue around his head and use my hand for the final few inches I can’t quite swallow down.

“Good girl,” he purrs and props himself up on his elbows to watch me. “Merda, you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth. I could watch you all day.”

I’m not sure what’s come over me because I’m preening like a fucking peacock at his wicked praises. I’veneverbeen talked to like this. It has my feminist streak bristling, but my traitorous pussy is loving every second.

“Come closer.” He reaches his hand out and cups the hollow between my thighs. “I want to feel how wet you are while you suck my dick.”

I should be offended, but instead, I’m so turned on I only grind up harder against his palm.

“Do you like how I taste?”

I nod as I dive deeper, on a mission to fit him all in without gagging.

“Imagine how good I’ll taste once I’ve been inside you.”

Heat flushes my cheeks and surges straight down to my clit.

“Have you ever tasted yourself?” He drags his tongue across his chin, which still glistens with my arousal, and groans. “You will before this night is over. I can still taste you, and fuck you’re so sweet,principessa. Better than that Nutella you can’t get enough of. Just one taste and I’m hopelessly addicted.”

His fingers delve into my hair, running through the wild strands, and he exerts a little pressure. Not enough that I’m gagging on his enormous cock, but I do feel his tip against the back of my throat.

“That’s a good girl, you’ve got this. You’re doing so well.” He cups my cheek, dark eyes glinting as they regard me. “Dio, you’re going to be my utter undoing.”

I was thinking the exact same thing. This is only supposed to be one time, but how can I ever go back to before this? Now that I know what he tastes like, felt his heart crash against my own chest, seen the fire in his gaze as he watches me, nothing will ever be the same.

We can never go back, and we were stupid to believe otherwise.

And if I let him fuck me, that’ll be it.

You know what they say about a girl always remembering her first time. It can’t be with the man who’s supposed to put his life before mine.

“I’m going to come if you don’t slow down,” he rasps.

“It’s okay,” I mumble against his dick. “Just do it.”

He sits up, dark brows furrowed. “I’m not saying I won’t be able to go again after, but?—”

“It’s not happening,” I blurt around his cock.

“What? Why?” He pulls out and sits straight up on the bed. A string of saliva dribbles from my mouth, and a different sort of heat coats my cheeks. So fucking embarrassing. As if this moment isn’t bad enough.

There’s no way I’m admitting I’m a virgin, and I’m scared of his ginormous cock and more importantly terrified of getting attached to him.

“It doesn’t matter. Do you want me to suck you off or not?”

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