Page 79 of Ruthless Guardian

“But you are crazy controlling, jealous, possessive and slightly unhinged so I could see how this could become a problem.” Now I’m the one grinning.

“Also, true.”

“So maybe we should just forget all about this.” I wave a dismissive hand and attempt to sit up, but Raf drops his entire weight on top of me, pinning me to the spot. I do my best not to giggle, despite the irritation furrowing his brow.

“I don’t think so,principessa. You can’t tease a man like that. Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this moment?”

“Not longer than me.” I shoot him a smirk.

“Fair enough,” he grumbles. Shifting his weight to one arm, he caresses my cheek, slowly running his thumb across my face. “I want this, Isabella, I want you. I’ve tried so damned hard to deny it, and maybe I should especially now, but it’s too late for me. I would be fucking honored to be your first. So unless you’ve changed your mind, I’d like to give you that incredible night I promised.” He captures my lips, searing his words with a fiery kiss that leaves my toes curling. “Oh, one more thing. I can’t promise I won’t go all psycho jealous after I’ve claimed that sweet pussy.”

A stupid grin slides across my face. “Good. Because I can’t promise I won’t get all clingy and attached.”

A deep chuckle rumbles his chest, reverberating against my own. He presses another gentle kiss to my lips before lifting up so he can drag my dress up over my head. “We’re going to take our time and do this right. I need to get you ready for me. I don’t want it to be unpleasant for you.”

“Yeah, your cock is a little intimidating.” I snag my bottom lip between my teeth as I take in the thick, veiny monster.

He slides down my body, parting my legs then settles between my thighs. “You’re practically a doctor,principessa.” His gaze turns savage as he takes me in. “You know that a vagina is meant to stretch, and I can already tell it was made for my cock.”

Before I can summon a response, his tongue slides through my wet folds, and my back arches against the mattress. “Oh, fuck, Raf.”

“That’s right,principessa.” His head pops up over my dark curls, chin glistening with my arousal. “Dio, you taste so good I could eat you for every meal.” He runs that tongue across his chin and groans, long and deep. “First, I’m going to fuck that tight little pussy with my tongue, then my finger, and then you’ll be ready for my cock.”

“Umhmm…” It’s the best I can muster.

My fingers curl into his hair, urging him back to the pounding pulse at my core. With a chuckle, his tongue sweeps out and circles the taut bundle of nerves begging for release. The man is a work horse, licking and sucking, driving me closer to the edge with every passing second. He devours me like I gobble down a plate of pasta.

Dio, it’s hot as hell.

As his tongue continues to lavish me his thick finger circles the sensitive nerve endings around my entrance. I want it inside me. I want to fuck his finger and pretend I’m riding that huge cock. Tilting my hips, I grind against his fingertip.

Raf’s head springs up again, a wicked grin on his face, as if he’s truly enjoying this. “Tell me what you want,principessa.” He lifts his hand and sucks his finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around. Then he pulls it out with a sharp pop. “Are you ready for this?”

My head bobs up and down.

“One or two?”

My breath catches, a rush of heat flushing my cheeks.

“Let’s start with one then.” With his dark gaze locked on mine, he slides his hand between my legs. Running his finger across my soaked center, he teases for a devastatingly long minute before dipping inside me.

He watches as I wriggle, my hips lifting to meet each thrust of his finger. “That’s a good girl. Do you feel your pussy tightening around me?”

I nod.

“Now, since my hands are a little busy, why don’t you touch your breasts? They’re aching, aren’t they?”

My head dips again as I notice my nipples are so hard they could cut glass.

“Touch them for me and pretend those are my hands teasing them to tight little peaks.”

I do as I’m told because damn it, they are aching to be touched. Closing my eyes, I pretend its Raf’s calloused palms, his thick fingers toying and twisting.Dio, between that and his tongue and finger at my apex, I’m hurtling toward an orgasm. The fire is blossoming, building, and seconds away from detonating.

His finger thrusts more quickly, matching the fevered pace of my hips. “I’m going to try another finger, okay,principessa? I need you nice and relaxed and ready for me.”

“Okay,” I rasp out.

His mouth takes my clit as a second finger fills me. The rush of sensations is like a tidal wave. So much Raf, everywhere.

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