Page 22 of Protecting Siena

“She is forcing me to take her somewhere.” I chuckle and he groans. “Come on Sloane, I don’t get paid enough to deal with her attitude. She’s been a bitch all fucking morning.”

“I’ll get you a raise. Just do what she says and make sure she stays safe.” I don’t mention where he’s taking her, even though I already know. She’s coming to me, and I can’t wait to strip her down and fuck her.

When I hear a car pull up, I do a few more reps before putting the bar back on the pegs. The burn of my wound keeps my mind from wandering to things I shouldn’t be thinking about right now.

The door opens and she runs over to me and straddles my lap. I go to sit up, but she pushes me back down, and gets her hands under my shirt. “I don’t want to give up your dick.” She gives me a grin and this time she lets me up. Looking over at Gully, I can tell he’s worried about us getting caught.

“Gully, work out. We’ll be back.” He frowns, but nods his head and pulls off his sweatshirt. Picking Siena up, I carry her into the back room and lay her down on the ratty ass couch that we inherited with this dump.

She rises to her knees as I start to undo my jeans. She turns so her ass is sticking out of her dress and she leans over the back of the couch. I get the perfect fucking view of her pussy and I wrap my hand around my dick and stroke it a few times. “Fuck, Princess, your pussy’s already dripping for me.” Running my fingers over her ass, I can’t help but grin.

Walking closer to her, I grab her hips and pull her ass closer to me. Running the tip of my dick along her soaked pussy, I probe her, and she pushes back on me trying to get me inside of her.

“Please Sloane. I want you so fucking bad.” She whimpers.

Without another word, I slam into her. The whole couch moves a few inches and I just fuck her - hard. I don’t even bother with covering her mouth -I love hearing her moan out my name. She mews and moans and I can’t help but speed up my thrusts. I pull out of her and give her ass a hard smack before slamming back into her and fucking her until she’s white knuckling the couch.

“Sloane, I’m gonna come. Please fuck me harder.” I give her what she wants and I pound into her even harder than before. She clenches around me and screams out my name. I thrust my hips into her a few more times as she rides out her orgasm, and when she rests her forehead against the couch, I fuck her until I come inside of her.

Resting my forehead against her back, I catch my breath and slowly pull out of her. “Sloane.” She moans when I finally pull out of her all the way. I pull her dress back down and tuck myself back into my jeans before I take a seat on the couch. She falls into my lap, and I move the hair out of her face.

“Did he put his hands on you?” Her head snaps to mine, and she almost looks embarrassed.

“He tried to, but I did one of those moves you taught me, and kneed him in the balls. I don’t think he will try again for a while.” A small grin appears on her face and I smile back at her.

“Good. Serves that fucking bitch right.” She puts her forehead against my neck and I wrap my arms around her.

“Have you ever fucked him?” Her breathing changes and she doesn’t say anything for a while.

“Yes.” She whispers. “I was young, and angry at my father. He forced my boyfriend out of the picture, like he did when you started. So, to get back at him, I slept with his right hand man. It was stupid, and I wish I never did it. Now he thinks he owns me or something.”

“That’s because he does, baby.” She looks at me and frowns.

“He may be the man my father wants me to marry, but he will never own me. I’ll run away before I am ever owned by him.” She grinds out.

Putting my hand over her pussy, I slip my fingers under her dress and she moans. “I own this.” Her head falls back against my shoulder, and she nods.

“I’m pretty sure that you promised to suck my dick.” She squirms in my lap and my dick starts to harden again. I dip my finger inside of her and she moans again.

“Only if you get me off again.” She groans.

Ticking my tongue, I pull my finger from her pussy, place it into my mouth, and suck it clean. “Nope. You want me to get you off, then you better come back another day. No one likes a greedy bitch.” She huffs out this time, and gets off my lap. When she turns to face me, she has a scowl on her face.

“You’re such an ass sometimes.” I grab my dick through my jeans, and her eyes follow.

“It’s only because you can’t get enough of my dick.”

“Ugh!” She yells as she walks towards the door. Getting off the couch, I run to catch up to her and wrap my arm around her waist. “Let go of me.”

“No, I need to tell you something. Stop being a bitch.” She turns and punches my chest, causing me to wince. Her hand was super close to the bullet wound, and I have to catch my breath from the pain.

She looks like she wants to say sorry, but she doesn’t. Instead, she just stands there and waits for me to say what I was going to tell her.

Straightening up, I grab her neck and pull her face to mine. “If he touches my pussy, I won’t let you come for a week.”

“How are you going to know?” She challenges me.

“Trust me, I’ll know.” She shakes her head and pushes away from me and walks out the door we came through. When I make my way out into the other room, I see that they are both gone. I have another hour before my new recruits are supposed to be here, so I lie on the mat and shut my eyes.

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