Page 71 of Guarded

She continues to swallow the length of me, gaining confidence with each thrust. The sensation of her wet mouth has me gripping her hair tighter in my fist. She’s lost in the act, her eyes shut closed and drool falling from her mouth. I yank her head back and stop thrusting.

“Mirame,” I growl.

Her green eyes open, and she looks up. Those green embers awaken the sadist beast in me. The way my cock fills that mouth.

I thrust in farther until I reach the back of her throat. She chokes and splutters around me as I thrust in and out of her with full force. Tears and saliva cover her face, but she keeps her eyes open.

My rage is triggered by a single fucking thought. Everything I’ve taught my little slut will be enjoyed by another man. The thought consumes me with anger as I ram into her mouth violently.

Over and over again.

Unwilling to take it easy on her.

I could never tell her how much of a hold she has on my emotions. Not when I promised her praise and pleasure. Hermouth takes all my frustration, and when my balls tighten, I let out a loud groan.

I release my grip on her and pull out my cock to paint her chest with my cum. Her face is flushed and red as she looks down at my release.

“You look so fucking beautiful with cum all over your chest.” I run a finger over her chest, then coat her lips with my semen.

“Abre.” I softly command, and she opens her mouth.

I stick my finger inside, feeling the warmth of her mouth as she wraps her lips around my index finger. Her eyes stay glued to mine while she sucks the digit clean.

“Such a good girl, Maniká,” I affirm, slowly moving my finger from her mouth.

I lean down and pick her up. She wraps her arms around me, and I carry her into my bedroom.

“Let’s clean you up,” I say, lowering her to the bed.

“No. Don’t. I- I want to sleep with it on me.” She says sheepishly.

Fuck Me.

Her growing confidence in her own perversion is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.

“Your wish is my command, Princess.” I reach into the closet to grab her one of my T-shirts. She lifts her hands so I can pull it over her exposed body.

“Nero.” She whispers.

“Yes.”

“Can you lay down with me?” she asks innocently.

I want to tell her no, but something about her plea tugs at me. I don’t operate like that. Everyone knows cuddling is the gateway drug to love. An emotion I was incapable of feeling.

Looking down, I see her eyes still pleading for me to take the space next to her. It’s fucking torture because if this were any other woman, my top mission would be to get myself out asquickly as possible. To run out of anywhere that wasn’t my home and lose all contact. But I couldn’t with Ariella.

She felt like my home.

Her smiles, her moans, her laughter. They were a refugee camp for my broken soul. A faraway fairytale that I dreamed up as a kid that had manifested before me at the right time. Or, in our case, the wrong time.

Like any simple thing that brought me joy as a child, she would be taken away from me. Like the toys Tatay brought and the comfort of having Tala. I couldn’t let myself feel anything for her, but I wanted to enjoy the short time I had left with her.

Savor every kiss like it’s the last bite and replay every smile she was willing to offer me. I want to do all this because for the first time in- the first time ever- I feel happy.

I slide into the bed next to her. She smiles at me, her long hair falling over the pillows. We stare into each other’s eyes before I feel her restless leg shaking, and I stretch mine out to cover her anxious behavior.

She smiles at me, and I add it to the collection. I reach out to find her cold hands and bring them to my lips to blow on them.

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