Page 110 of Guarded

I bring her panties up to my nostrils, taking in the smell of her arousal. Her face flushes red, triggering the carnal urges inside me. The ones yelling at me to feast on her pussy and annihilate it until her body is spent and my jaw is sore.

Wrapping my hands around her thighs, I pull her toward me. The cab tilts and her body stiffens. I dive between her legs, gently lapping my tongue up and down. Nibbling on her clit as I release a husky moan of satisfaction.

“You taste like perfection,” I growl.

Perfection wasn’t even comparable to the way she tasted on my tongue. Her back arches off the seat and her legs fall apart as she withers beneath me.

Moans escape her as she gives into the pleasure coursing through her as I fuck her with my tongue. I stop briefly to peek up and see her hooded eyes.So fucking beautiful.

“Ride my face, Princess,” I growl into her pussy before diving back in with more thirst and hunger.

My tongue finds her opening and thrusts inside her manically. Her hands fly to my hair, and she grinds herself into me. I suck on her eagerly and rough -just the way she likes. Nibbling and sucking on the sensitive bud.

The fear that was present earlier has since vanished, even as the Ferris Wheel shifts to a lower elevation and stops abruptly. A warning I had little time to get her where I wanted her to be.

Tugging her hips closer, I demolish her pussy. Feasting madly on her as she cries out, fucking my face. I don’t stop until I feel her body jerk and the climax of her orgasm hit my face like a wave.

She goes limp in the seat as I lick up every last drop of her arousal. I leave a trail of kisses over her throbbing pussy and down her inner thighs. Pulling the hem of her dress back down, I look up to find her looking down at me. She reaches out a hand and cradles my face in her palm.

I wipe my face and return to the seat beside her, pulling her to my side. She slumps against me and interlaces her fingers in mine.

“Was I a good girl?” she whispers.

I’m grateful her head rests on my shoulder so she can’t see the goofy smile creeping across my face.

“You’re always a good girl, Maniká.”

The smile quickly fades when I glance at the new message on my phone.

Jasper

Cassiel’s Awake.

Ariella

“Damn bitch on the Ferris Wheel?” Cooper asks with loud excitement into the phone. I shush her with my eyes. “Sorry. I just don’t see why you can’t marry him instead of Lord Fuck Face.”

It was Preston’s official nickname. Once a woman and her friends gave you a nickname, there was no point of return. He’ll forever be Lord Fuck Face.

I run eyeliner under my bottom lid using our Facetime camera as a mirror. Trying to explain my situation to someone like Cooper was a foreign concept. She wasn’t a product of powerful drug-laundering families, nor was she living in their chaotic world.

A world where loyalty is a currency and love is a rarely attainable luxury.

“Did you see the coverage of you inHoustonia?” Cooper says, changing the mellow subject.

“Someone said I looked like the Mayor of Whoville on Instagram,” I reply.

The asshole commenter ruined my love for the classic Christmas movie.

That day Sergio suggested I wear victory rolls in my hair for the photo shoot. Preston wanted to give off a vintage couple vibe. After doing some research on him, I found some of the policies he supported distasteful. It was no wonder he wanted to take us back to the 1950s.

“Your fan club loved it. You gotta stop focusing on the negative comments, girl.”

It was one bad comment in a sea of compliments, and my self-destructing brain chose to focus only on that one. Cooper was right, though. She was usually right, which is why I spent my lunch break talking to her instead of obsessing over what Nero was doing.

Midway through my bite into my Cobb salad, Thalia walks into our newly joined office. Our lunch break was only supposed to last an hour, but since Silas had returned, that hour had extended to two.

“I have a date tonight,” Cooper says, drawing my attention from Thalia’s disheveled look back to my Mac screen.

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