Page 85 of Guarded

“What are you doing here?” Her eyes narrow on the gun outstretched in front of me as she walks towards me.

She stops and tilts her head. The sounds behind me have turned to moans.

“Let’s go back inside.” I plead.

The plan I made to kill Preston, who I assumed was fucking her, has shifted to a plan to protect her feelings. She shakes her head, and her eyes look up at the fire escape above the dumpster.

In a flash, she’s walking to the stairs. Tucking my gun back in, I follow up behind her. Wasting no time, she tiptoes up the ladder and moves through the shadows, her eyes wandering to the scene below.

Below us, Preston is fucking one of the poker room’s massage girls up against the garbage can. Ariella’s lips part, and her eyes fixate on them. She moves forward to get a better view, tilting her head to me and placing her finger to her lips. She’s focusedon the show below us. Her future husband fucking another woman.

I thought I’d find sadness on her face, maybe even anger, but she shows neither emotion. She’s intrigued by the act.

Preston pushes the busty blonde to her knees, and she begins to suck his cock. Ari’s hand clenches around the rails to the side of her. Placing a hand over her mouth, I pull her back into the shadows against the brick building.

“You look so much better than that when you’re on your knees for me,” I whisper into her ear.“¿Estás mojada?”

I run my free hand under the fabric of her dress, over her ass, and make my way up to her bare cunt. She hisses into my palm.

“Is this making your pussy wet, Ari?” I plunge two fingers into her tight cunt.

“Keep watching,” I say, encouraging her to do what feels right. Letting her explore her voyeurism.

Preston’s back is to us, the blonde in front of him on her knees. His dress pants sag around his knees, and his hand tightly holds the woman’s hair.

I add another finger, and Ari grinds into my fingers. We watch from above as Preston thrusts violently into the woman’s mouth. In perfect sync, I feel Ari’s pussy clench around my fingers as Preston finishes with a deep growl. I push my palm into Ari’s mouth as she fights not to make a sound with her release.

We stay there, hidden in the shadows, Watching Preston pull up his pants and throw two hundred-dollar bills to the ground. The woman grabs her pay and straightens her dress before walking in the opposite direction.

I drop my hand from Ari’s mouth and remove my fingers from her soaking cunt. She catches herself on the rails in front of her, taking a deep breath.

“Nero.” She says, looking back at me.

“Yes, Princess?”

“I need more. Make me forget about that.”

I stare at her.

A second passes.

Two.

By the third, I don’t give a fuck about any morals I should uphold.

I grab her by the nape and pull her into me. I devour her mouth, starving for her taste. I yank the front of her dress down, freeing her hard nipples and sucking the pink peaks into my mouth.

“What was that-” I remove my lips from her breasts and turn her body around and push her with my hips against the rails. “-thing you put on your bucket list. About heights?”

I pull her dress up, and she gasps. Dropping to my knees, I push her legs apart before kissing my way up the back of her thighs. She whimpers when I bite down on the fullness of her ass.

“Stand up on the rails,” I command, standing to my full height and unbuckling my pants. Looking down, she shakes her head.

“On the rails, Ari, or I’m walking back to the restaurant.”

She looks back through hooded eyes and parted lips. Wobbling in her heels, she steps up onto the rail.

Her knuckles turn white as she grasps on tightly. I push her back down, and she tenses when I force her to lean over the edge.

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