Page 9 of Guarding The Phoenix: Vol. 1

It was like watching a live sex show. And I was here for it.

When my dick throbbed in agony, I did the only thing I could to relieve the ache. Unzipping my pants, I withdrew my erection. I spat in my hand and began stroking my member. It was wrong on so many levels, watching her like this without her knowledge. But nothing short of the nuclear apocalypse would drag me away.

I imagined replacing her fingers with mine. Feeling her slick dew coat my fingertips as I rubbed her swollen nub until she writhed, begging me for more.

Caught up in the fantasy, I flipped the audio in her room on. Her breathy sighs as she rubbed her fingers faster over her clit went straight to my dick.

“Put those fingers in your cunt, baby.” I groaned the command, increasing my pace, fisting my hand tighter as I stroked my dick.

But she didn’t follow my command. At least, not right away. Kylie appeared to be drawing her pleasure out, unknowingly showing me how she wanted her cunt touched. I was so fucking here for it. She had me mesmerized with the way her fingers rubbed and flicked the tiny nub.

“Fuck, just like that.” I groaned when she finally, thank fuck, plunged two fingers into her drenched pussy.

Her hips rocked as she pleasured herself. I liked watching. It was one reason I didn’t mind sharing a woman with my best buds. Being a voyeur had its perks. And I couldn’t help but imagine what her pussy would feel like. But Kylie kept surprising the fuck out of me. She obviously enjoyed pleasure and didn’t shy away from it. If anything, she exalted in it. I found it deeply arousing. She was without a doubt the sexiest woman I’d ever met. And nothing like any of the women we’d hooked up with and shared. A woman like Kylie, who displayed such an insane amount of passion, might even be up for being with all of us. That heady thought, taking her with my best buds and watching her come undone made my colt jolt.

My strokes grew hurried. Kylie writhed, her hips undulating, fingers plunged in her slick heat.

I ached to feel her pussy clenching around my shaft as she plucked at her nipples with her other hand. Kylie was completely lost in her ecstasy. And it was the sexiest goddamn thing I’d ever watched.

Could Axel hear her moans outside her door? Was he imagining fucking her as much as I was?

Fuck, what would she look like between the four of us? Letting each of us take our turn as we pounded her pretty cunt. Axel and I liked fucking a woman together. Would she be down for double penetration? I’d bet her ass would clamp down on my dick and make me come harder than ever.

Faster and faster, her fingers thrust. I matched my pace with hers, stroking my dick and rocking into my hand. My climax built, electrifying my being. I was so damn close it wouldn’t take much more to shove me into bliss, but I wanted to come with her so that it was like we were sharing this masturbation session. Almost like we were having sex instead being separated by the distance.

Kylie wailed. Her body seized up, shaking as she came.

Watching her, wishing she had come on my cock, was all it took to shove me over the edge into bliss.

Electricity zapped along my spine, and my balls drew taut. My cock painfully swelled. My gaze never left her gorgeous body as I ejaculated. Streams of come landed on my shirt, ecstasy ripping through me as I climaxed. I came so hard I almost fell out of the chair.

Fuck.

I leaned back in my seat with my now flaccid dick, riding bliss-infused waves. Semen was splattered over my shirt. And I stared at the vision of Kylie. Had I ever seen such a gorgeous climax? Even now, with her golden body flushed pink in her ecstasy, I had never craved a woman more.

I vowed that before this case was over, I would know what her pussy tasted like and what it felt like clasped around my cock while she came.

Chapter seven

House Guests

Kylie

Overthenexttwodays, my new security team and I settled into an uneasy routine. With all the cameras they installed, I felt like I had a thousand eyes on me. It was for my safety, and I knew that, but it still creeped me out a little. After everything I endured with Carlos, having my every move watched left me uneasy. Don’t get me wrong, I was thrilled they were here protecting me. But it was different having the guys here.

I liked having them in the house. It added an air of security and made me feel safer than I had for some time.

Not that sleeping was any easier, even with one of the guys at my door each night.

Nights were the worst too. It’s where I let my defenses down. And it was in my nightmares that my husband always found me.

It didn’t matter that he was dead and buried. Each night he resurrected, turning my dreams into nightmares. Abuse did that to a person. It broke you down until you’re a shell of your former self. Until you look in the mirror and don’t recognize the reflection staring back at you.

Five months ago, when the police appeared on my doorstep with news that they had discovered Carlos’s body riddled with gunshot wounds, I had laughed before sobbing uncontrollably. The officers thought I was mourning his demise when in reality, my tears had been relief that he was gone, that I would never have to prepare myself when he walked into a room for a potential beating.

It never mattered how good I was. Somehow, I had always been deficient in his eyes.

And I was fucking glad that bastard had met such an auspicious end. I had spent two weeks drinking champagne and celebrating my ass off. Because his demise was no more than he deserved.

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