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Guns and Giggles- 13. Intruder and Interrupter

Recap:

"You know you could've put Alana in danger? Why do you think she's here after all these years and never before?" He spoke in a deep low voice that almost gave me chills. "She's just a child, she needs to be gaurded! My job, however well it pays puts people close to me in danger! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN IN DANGER!" He raises his pitch, and fúck me I'm turned on!

"Well Mr. Danger, Steve followed us with 2 other burly guys that hang around your house and I have pen with me and Alana- who's not a child anymore- has pepper spray that I trained her to use incase any crazy ex pops up to say hi, and by the way you sounded so fúcking sexy right now I want to jump your bones so let's get inside before I strip you down right here." I kissed him effectively shutting his mouth as a groan escaped him and his arms tightened around my waist.

Song: Tank - When We

Face down, ass up
Back, back, back it up
Lemme get both of them legs
And put em both behind your head
This shit is gettin' deep, deep up in there
Feel your legs gettin' weak up in here
Get a face full of that gushy, I’m close baby don’t push me, this is how it always should be when

When we fúck
When we fúck
When we fúck
When we fúck

ARIANA IGLESIAS' POV:

If I was on my period it would be a bad timing but I could not for the love of God understand my sudden urge to kiss the fúck out of him.

While my senses were heightened I felt the softness of his lips seducing mine, the texture of his tongue sparking fireworks in my stomach at the same time his arm slid up from my waist crawling on my spine then griped my neck with made me groan from the shivers.

"Easy there Incubus!" I think someone- Michael or Brian said while we passed them in the hallway on our way to our room.

Finally reaching the door I pushed Alex inside still hold him by his collar. Him wearing a formal shirt with sleeves rolled up might have had a part in turning me on but his now wrinkled shirt with his chest peaking out took me to another level.

His eyes were dark and his pants tightened with need but still he managed to push me onto the bed and stripped his shirt. Slowly. For me. While I lied there panting with need. Fúck.

He smirked seeing my reaction and went extra slow on the pants. I swear I could hear the sound of every teeth of the zipper holding back the treasure.

That's enough. I raised up to take off my top and got on my knees with an extra arch crawling where he stood frozen, watching my every move as some light peaked in from the windows reflecting on my skin.

I worked on his breifs while my mouth travelled up his chest, taking in his musky scent and left a hickey on his neck making his díck twitch.

He stopped my hand on his hardness and the other one held onto my hair, hard.

"I don't-don't think I can hold back" he gritted through his teeth, his voice so deep it almost hit my spot.

"That's the fun part" I smiled cheekily and dropped low to take his length in my mouth, licking the tip with my tongue. My hand gripped the base hard. Slowly, I took him in my throat as his fingers gripped my head letting out a loud moan.

"Fúck fúck fúck shit! Oh Fúck! ARI!" He unintentionally bucked his hips in my mouth, as I let him use my mouth for pleasure. God knows how much pleasure this thick díck gave me when it was inside me.

Just the thought of that made me moan, the vibrations from my moan travelling through him as he twitched again and pulled out making me pout. I wanted to taste him. And cúmming on my chest or hair was not going to happen. It was my thing.

But he said the next sweetest thing. "I don't think I'll ever be able to be hard again if I come in that sinful mouth of yours! Turn around now." The urgency in his voice and the layer of pain behind the pleasure made me follow that command instantly.

He stripped me off just leaving my panties on my as he pinned my head down and lifted my asß in the air. He slide the panties to the side and thrust into me as slow as possible. Torturing me with pleasure, I was there but I couldn't reach out to him. It was as if he had full control of me. And I liked it.

I was a moaning mess as he increased his pace, his other hand came to my newly freed nípples and rolled them in his fingers, switching between the two.

He was on the verge of it but he was holding it off because he knew I needed an extra minute.

Then he thrust in hard, harder than before and leaned on me, his chest on my back, my head lifting up in a moan as he his the exact spot that made me loose my voice and shake uncontrollably on the bed. He kissed my neck tightening his grip in my hair and turned me to steal one last kiss before he went into overdrive.

After that he was like a gun machine thrusting hard aimed at the perfect spot as I felt myself getting higher. He would be milking inside me any minute but he slide his hand which was gripping my boób slid down to my clít and rubbed it gently.

The clear difference between his hands and length had me bucking my hips into his as the thread broke and I came down hard, clenching him, milking him, mixing our scents.

He slowly pulled out of me turned me around. He muttered a quiet 'fúck' kissed me again until I couldn't breathe. He peppered kisses on my jaw when I felt him go hard again.

"Nooo not so soon..." I mumbled exhausted from the intense orgäsm.

"Is that a challenge?" He smirked and went down on me and tortured me some more until finally we both passed out of exhaustion.