Page 47 of Guarded

“Loosen the tension in your legs, and drop your ass down.”

I guide her, and she drops her ass where she’s clenching tightly around the toy.

I pull the dildo in and out of her. Taking in her every whimper and cry. I watch her through every interval, her body withering as pleasure courses through her.

The pain subsides, and she arches her back, pushing herself forward to meet each new thrust.

“One day, you’ll be married, Ari, and if he can’t satisfy you, you need to know how to satisfy yourself.”

In and out.

I fuck her with the dildo.

“You need to be able to fuck yourself like a good girl.”

I thrust in harder, this time circling her clit with my thumb.

“Cum for me, Princess.”

Her moans increase, and I pick up the pace.

“God. Nero. Fuck.” she cries out.

I fuck her hard and fast with the dildo. The maestro of the sweetest symphony. The squeaking of the bed and the squishing of her juices orchestrate the sweetest song. It’s music to my ear. I’m rock fucking hard.

Her thighs tremble. I continue to rub her clit, building up to the crescendo.

It’s not long before she’s screaming my name. The perfect a cappella. Mesmerized by her orgasm, I watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head. I let her legs fall and stand to remove my cock from its confines.

I stroke myself hard, my cock eager for his own release. She’s barely coming down from her high as I keel between her legs, pumping myself in and out of my hand.

Unraveling all the tension from the months I’ve spent watching her.Needing her.My cock is jealous and engorged. He begged me to remove the toy and replace it with him.

Ariella watches me intently, her eyes fluttering with exhaustion, but her focus is on my cock.

Such a good fucking girl.

“You look so beautiful, Maniká.”

I continue to stroke myself violently until I feel my balls tighten. A deep groan sounds from the back of my throat. I paint her pussy with my cum watching her throbbing pussy soak it up. She lets out a small whimper as her head falls back to the bed.

I tuck myself back in before I lift her limp body from the bed. Walking to the master bathroom, I place her in the tub and turn on the faucet.

“Is this too hot?” I ask

“No,” she whispers, pulling her knees to her body.

“Are you okay, Princess?” I move to the edge of the tub where she’s hiding and turn her face towards mine.

I don’t ever want to step over her boundaries. The aftermath of sex can bring up an array of emotions. Even if I hadn’t physically been the one to fuck her, it was sex all the same.

“Yes. Thank you.” She says, offering me a half smile.

She takes a deep breath and lets her head fall back. I remove my suit jacket and roll up my sleeves. Grabbing one of the ninety-seven claw clips Ariella keeps on her vanity, I return and gather her hair up.

I apply gentle pressure to her shoulders, kneading them while the bath fills. She eases under the touch, letting her body relax. I proceed to wash and rinse her entire body. Her eyes stay closed, and her face softens with the movement.

Finding one of her fluffy towels, I hold it up for her, motioning for her to get out. Slowly, she rises from the tub. Water drips from her naked body. I dry her from head to toe before grabbing a pink silk robe hanging from the back of the bathroom door. I place it around, then pick her up in my arms.

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