Page 22 of Guarding the Shadows (Pulsetunes Rock Gods #5)

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One, two, three beats I counted while I waited for the burn to subside because I wasn’t used to sex with someone of Raff’s size.

“You, okay?” he murmured once he’d caught his breath.

“Ye-yeah,” I said breathily.

“You like it hard, pretty girl?” he asked while he gently slid me up and down his cock, with my ass in the palm of his hands.

“I don’t mind a bit of rough,” I remarked. The words had barely left my mouth before he began fucking me fast, my body slamming against the door.

“Like this?” he asked, picking up the pace like I’d never been taken before. Raff raised and lowered me over his cock like I weighed nothing, while holding my mesmerized gaze.

“Fucccck,” he said through a long exhale. Raff squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds and then stared back into mine again. “So … good,” he muttered through ragged breaths.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, my fucking God,” I chanted, my pitch higher, my voice shaky as a lightheaded feeling washed over me, and I felt I was about to come.

I growled in protest when Raff removed me from the door, denying me my release.

Spinning me around, he continued to lift and lower me, fucking me slower while he carried me into my bedroom.

Once we reached the bed, he pulled out of me, threw me on the bed, and dropped to his knees on the floor.

Lifting my legs, he spread them wide by burying his face between my thighs.

I whimpered when a knot of frustration rolled through me that he’d switched things up when I had been about to come. And I squeezed my eyes closed in frustration when Raff teased my clit and jabbed at my entrance with his firm, hot tongue.

The second he sucked hard on my clit, I felt my pussy walls start to tighten.

Then, the moment I squirmed and ground my core against him, he reached up and grabbed my throat.

Waves of ecstasy rolled through me like a hurricane while Raff’s lips were clamped to my clit.

I had just begun to think I’d never had an orgasm like it when I promptly blacked out.

“Beth, come on, I got you,” Raff mumbled, kneeling between my legs and towering over me, slapping my face.

“Did I pass out?” I croaked, feeling woozy.

“You did,” he said, chuckling. “I would never have guessed you were such a lightweight.”

“I’m not,” I argued. “I think I might just be a little tired from the gig,” I replied.

“You want me to stop?” he asked again. I glanced down and saw he was slowly stroking his cock.

“H-hell, no,” I stammered.

“Good,” he said, giving me another incredible smile. I knew right then I was in safe hands with Raff, no matter what he decided to do to me.

Standing, he shoved himself off the bed, left the bedroom. I was wondering where he had gone, when seconds later, he came back holding his cargo pants. In one fluid movement he whipped the belt from the loop of his pants.

My gaze flew from his belt to his face, and he locked eyes with me. “Been restrained before?” he inquired through narrowed eyes as he toyed with the folded belt in both hands.

I shook my head no as my heart pounded in my chest, both from a little fear and feeling thrilled that Raff wasn’t afraid to take what he wanted from me.

“Do you mind?” he asked, snapping both sides together, making a slapping sound.

“As long as it’s not around my neck, the thought of you tying me down sounds quite exciting.”

“Good.” Striding back out of the room he came back with an upright chair. Turning to face me, he sat down on it. After draping the belt around his neck, he took his hard cock in his hand and began to stroke it with one hand and slapped his thigh with the other.

“Come on, pretty girl. What are you waiting for? Get your fabulous ass over here and ride me.”