Page 57 of Under His Protection

I groaned into her mouth as I forced her dress higher. As I shoved my hands up along her soft thighs, she scooted toward the very edge of the table and widened her legs.

“What a waste,” I mocked of her panties. It wasn’t a thong, but so gauzy and thin that I wondered why she'd bothered. One twist of my fingers on it snapped the bands.

I tucked my arms under her knees, and she gasped as I tilted her back more.

Her hands slammed onto the railing, but she wasn’t close to falling over.

“Dante.” Her eyes opened wider. At this lower, slanted angle, more light from behind me spilled over her sexy, lusty face. “Anyone could walk by and see.”

I grinned, flipping her dress up higher. I wasn’t sure I’d agree with her assessment. She was drunker, and at her almost lying flat on the table, she wasn’t aware of the curtain that mostly shielded us. Down below, many people walked freely on the sidewalk. Any of them would see if they looked up.

“I guess that depends on how loud you are,” I teased.

“Oh,” she moaned as I lined my dick up with her dripping pussy. Rubbing it back and forth, I smeared her juices over her entrance. She was so aroused, so ready to let me in that the slick cream coated my fingers. I switched my hands, spreading her stickiness in quick circles of a rub around her nipples. After I backed up my dick and notched the head of my needy cock at her cunt, I leaned over and licked them clean.

Writhing and squirming, she tried to lock her legs on my arms and pull me into her.

“Delicious, Nina. Such a good girl for me.” I slid two fingers into her pussy and brought them up to lick them clean.

Once more, I fingered her and earned her sexy groan. Then I leaned forward to press those wet fingertips to her mouth.

Her lids lowered as I bumped her pussy with my cock again. She opened her mouth and sucked my fingers in, tasting herself. And that was when I slid all the way in until I was seated deep inside her tight heat.

Her moan rumbled over my fingers and hand. The vibration of her hum was paired with her suction, hollowing her cheeks as she tugged my fingers in deeper. I pulled back out to slam in harder. The force of my deep thrust made her tits jiggle, bouncing with every one of my hard pushes into her.

Footsteps sounded behind me. They weren’t in sync with the scrapes of the table's legs over the concrete floor. Nina’s eyes opened wide as I slowed down my thrusts. Deep inside her, I stayed as still as possible. I maintained the stretch of her hot pussy walls.

I locked my gaze on hers. “Quiet,” I ordered softly.

She opened her eyes wider, keeping her lips wrapped around my fingers. Straining to breathe with her mouth full, her nostrils flaring, she looked up at me with shock and nervousness in her tight expression.

“Where did they go?” one man asked behind me.

“I thought I saw them come up here somewhere,” another guy replied.

If they were looking for me and Nina, all they had to do was pull the curtain further aside.

I didn’t recognize their voices. With my dick deep in Nina, my fingers jammed into her mouth, I strained to listen to what they would say.

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NINA

Nina

Ifroze, breathing as hard as I could as Dante stood there. His cock was in me, deep and filling me with that glorious yet trying stretch. With his fingers in my mouth, I was silenced. I could’ve pushed them out, but I didn’t want to protest and risk making a single sound.

His gaze remained on me, daring me to be quiet and still as the men stood right behind him. They stopped in the hallway, and save for a curtain that swayed in the wind, they were oblivious to where we were and what we were doing.

I wasn’t doing a damn thing. I was too scared, trapped on Dante’s erection and muted with his fingers.

I was drunk, but I wasn’t so wasted that I couldn’t keep up with the change of events. Sobering quickly to the very real and present danger of being caught with my dress shoved up and my breasts hanging out, I was too nervous to even breathe loudly.

“Are you sure?” the man with the Brooklyn accent asked.

“Yeah, yeah.” His partner had a deeper, yet whinier voice. “I know they came up here.”

“Romeo’s still downstairs,” Brooklyn said.

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