Page 46 of Guarded

Back and forth.

In and out.

I slide the toy in farther each time. When I thrust into the far back of her throat, she lets out a small whimper. Her eyes shut as she moans around the dildo.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me. I want to see if you can take a cock down this throat.”

Her eyes lift to mine, and fuck does she look beautiful.

I thrust in hard, and Ari moans around the toy. Her desperate plea to be used and worshiped. I thrust into her a few more times before I remove the toy.

“Get on the bed and remove your thong,” I demand.

She stands halfway before sitting on the bed and bends down to reach for her heels.

“Leave the heels on.”

I can see her panties soaked through the thin material when she slides up on the bed. It takes patience not to rip them off myself and thrust my tongue inside.

But I know good girls cum for those who wait.

And Ariella Reyes was as good as good girls came.

Tonight was about trust. I needed her to trust me. She needed to learn how to please herself and ask for what she wants.

She stares at me from her hooded lids as she hooks her fingers into her thong and pulls them down her upper thigh. I meet her halfway, too selfish to sit back. She drops her hands, and I pull the fabric down her long legs. Over her stilettos.

“Fuck Ari. Look how perfect your pussy is.” My mouth waters at the sight. I let out a low hum at the sensation of her waxed pussy against my rough hand.

“Are you wet for me, Manikà?” I ask, cupping her pussy in my hand.

I find space between her legs and pull her ass to the edge of the bed, placing her legs over my shoulders. I rub the tip of the dildo over her engorged clit.

“Have you ever touched yourself, Ari?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes. Sir.” I grab her hand and guide it to her pussy.

“Touch yourself,” I command.

I guide her at first, pushing her middle and ring finger to the sensitive nub and circling it. Releasing her hands, I lower my face to take in the sweet smell of her arousal. I open my mouth and spit on her pussy.

She whimpers and moans, needy for my touch. By some miracle, I resist the need to touch her. Not right now. Not until she’s begging me for it.

I spit on her pussy again and watch her fingers swirl it into her cunt. Mixing my saliva in with her sweet arousal. I want to taste her. Eat her cunt until she’s crying and begging me to stop. I push the toy in slowly.

She gasps, and her legs clamp together.

“Relax, Ari.” I rub her legs, then slowly spread them open again.

Her legs relax, and her hands drop to grab onto the bed sheets. She cries out as I push the dildo in farther.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.

“No. Don’t stop.”

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