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We’re a good 10 feet above the ground, her face looking down at the dumpster below. Angling her hips up, I free my cock and slide inside her.

She’s soaked from me fingering her. Her liquid heat milking my hard cock as I push deeper inside her. She arches her back, adjusting to my length and position. Rolling my hips, I give her time to adjust before pounding into her.

“That’s it, Maniká.”

Thrust.

“He may have his sluts, but you’re the only whore I need.”

Thrust

“My perfect little whore. Taking my cock like such a good girl.”

Thrust

“Mine,” I growl.

Her pussy feels so fucking good. Moans escape her as the fear subsides and pleasure replaces it.

My thighs slap against the back of hers, and she grips tightly to the rail. Meeting my every thrust. I pound into her harder and faster as the rails begin to shake. Her cries increase.

“Oh God. Nero.” She whimpers.

Her pinned hair falls loose with each thrust, and I can imagine the mess on her face. When I hit that special spot, warm liquid floods over my cock as she cries out.

The squirting sounds of her arousal and the moans falling from her lips send me to the peak of my climax. The orgasm hitting me hard as my vision blurs.

“Fuck Ari.” I roll my hips to feel deep inside her filling her with my cum.

Thank God this woman is on birth control, but in the high of my orgasm, I’m not opposed to the thoughts of her carrying my baby.

I grab her limp body by the waist and hold her up. Reluctantly I pull my cock out and pull her off the rails. She wobbles and crashes against me. Her face is flushed red, mascara running down her face. A beautiful fucking mess.

My beautiful fucking mess.

I wrap my arms around her, and we hold each other while we catch our breaths. I kiss the top of her head.

“You’re such a good girl, Ari.” I continue to praise her until our breathing returns to normal.

I pull the sleeves of her dress up over her bare shoulders and pull down the bottom to cover her bare ass. Her eyes soften on mine, and I run my thumb over her streaked mascara.

“You can’t go back in there like this,” I tell her.

“Oh my god, do I look ugly?”

“You never look ugly.” I look down at the evidence of her orgasm running from her legs.

Her eyes follow mine, and she lets out a silent gasp. She almost loses her balance before I scoop her up. She clings to me tightly as I carry her down the stairs.

When we reach the bottom step, I place her down next to the wall for support.

“Hold on,” I tell her, pulling out my cell phone and calling the prospect.

“Sup, Boss,” Louie answers.

“Call Jasper, we need to get the fuck out of here fast. Meet me in the back alley.”

Chapter 25

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