Page 18 of Guarding Fable

“I thought maybe you could do a drawing of the man who attacked you. You said you were an artist, right?”

She nods. “I’m more of a painter, but drawing is in my wheelhouse, sort of connected. And now I sound like an imbecile.” She shakes her head.

I kiss away her embarrassment and worry. “No, you don’t. Why don’t you draw a good picture of him? Then, we might have something to go on.”

She nods and slips off my lap. I already miss her now that we aren’t touching, so I grab her hand and tug her back to me. She gives me a surprised smile as she looked down at me.

“I thought you wanted me to get to work.”

I shake my head, unable to explain just why I need this connection to her. I curl my finger at her, and she leans down to kiss me. Her hair falls forward and tickles my cheek as she kisses me. It starts out as a brush of mouths, turns into tangled tongues, and she ends up straddling my lap as she cups my face and takes over control of the kiss. My hands are on her ass, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. It’s then I realize she’s not wearing any panties.

I groan as she gyrates her hips, pressing her hot cunt against my dick. I’m already dripping, making a mess of my sweatpants.

“Please, Leo.”

The needy whine hits me hard, and I can’t deny her. Never. I have a feeling that’s going to be hard to deal with in the future. Right now, though, all I care about is getting inside of her.

I rise up out of the chair, my hands under her ass as I stumble over to the couch. Incredibly, I didn’t kill us on the way over. Once I settle on the sofa, Fable breaks away from the kiss. She pulls her shirt up and off of her, tossing it on the floor behind me. Jesus, this woman was made for me. A sexy little angel sent to me to fuck.

There are whisker burns on her skin from where I touched her last night. And I should feel guilty about that, but I don’t. Instead, I feel proud that I left marks on her.

She grabs the bottom of my shirt and peels it off of me. Her hands immediately roaming my chest and abs.

“You’re so pretty,” she whispers. I chuckle at being calledpretty, but it ends on a groan when she leans forward and places an open mouth kiss on my chest. I should stop her because I know where she is headed, but I am helpless. When she has her hands on me, I tend to lose my common sense.

She kisses her way down my chest, nipping at my flesh, then running the flat of her tongue over the same spot. By the time she drops down onto her knees on the carpet, my balls are aching, my cock so fucking hard, I’m amazed that it doesn’t just bust through the jersey fabric.

As she licks her lips, she tugs at the waistband, freeing my dick. Her small hands dance over the flesh before she wraps one around me. She pumps me, then rises up so she can lick some of the precum off the tip. She hums as she tastes me, and I almost come just from that. When she takes me into her mouth, I lose it completely.

I close my eyes, enjoying the warmth of her mouth and the way her tongue rolls over the crown of my cock every time she comes back up. I slip my hands through her silky hair. I feel my orgasm approaching, but I refuse to let that happen. The only place for my cum is inside of her.

I curl my fingers in her hair, then gently tug her away from my dick. She pouts up at me.

“I wanted a taste.”

I think I have created a monster. That little pout about destroys me.

“You had enough of a taste,” I say, but it ends on a groan when her tongue slips out over her bottom lip. I take her by the arms and yank her back up onto my lap. She comes willingly, straddling my lap. I reach down and find her hot and wet.

“So juicy,” I say, and she blushes. “Don’t be embarrassed. You getting so hot while taking my cock down your throat is a good sign.”

I slip a finger inside of her, enjoying the way her pussywraps tight around it. I want to make sure she’s ready for me, that I won’t cause that much pain today.

Soon, she’s moaning, her hips working in tandem with my fingers, and I can’t wait anymore. I pull my fingers out of her, then raise them to my mouth so I can have a taste of her. She watches me, her eyes dilating when I hum at the sweet, sassy taste of her.

I center my cock beneath her. “Go ahead, Angel, slide down on my cock.”

She shivers and does as I instruct, inch by inch, slowly. My fingers are digging into her flesh again, and even knowing I’m going to leave bruises, I can’t seem to control myself.

Soon, she starts to move, settling her hands on my shoulders, her tits bouncing along wither moments. I lean forward, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking on it hard, pulling a moan from her. She leans her head back, the tips of her long hair brushing my legs.

Her moans grow louder, and I know she’s close. I’m about to blow my load in her, but her sweet moves are just not going to push us over like we need.

I take things into my hands, pulling her off me, then laying her down on the couch, face down. After pulling her up to her knees, I enter her with one hard thrust. We both groan together as I hold myself steady for a moment. I start to move in and out of her. Faster and faster. My need to be inside of her, of needing to fill her with my cum, overwhelms every other thought I have.

“Touch yourself, Angel. Help me make you feel better.”

She does as I ask, and soon she’s screaming my name, her pussy muscles clamping down on my dick. I thrust into her only two more times before I come, pouring my seed into her, filling her womb.

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