Page 30 of Broken Beauty

I feel like shit knowing that I ruined our night.

It was supposed to be a fun night out. I was supposed to make this day special for Ariella but I ruined it.

It's all my fault.

“I'm sorry. I feel like shit for ruining your night.” Ariella doesn't say anything which makes me lift my head and look up at her. “It was supposed to be special and we were supposed to have fun but I ruined it and I should have never punched him. I just didn't like the way he was talking about you, Ariella.”

“It's not your fault.” She wipes dried blood off of one of my knuckles before looking up at me. “I appreciate you standing up for me but I have never seen something like that before. I was scared for both you and him because you looked like you were almost about to kill him, Ash.”

“Because he was fucking-“

“I know what he did.” She looks back down at my hands. “But he shouldn't have to die for that. I was terrified that you were going to kill him and luckily your dad was able to help you get out.”

“Did you talk to him?”

“No. But I know he got you out because of the police officer I was speaking to. He also had to do an interview with me about what happened but your dad helped you a lot. Without him you probably would have had charges, Ash.” She stops wiping the blood off my hands and puts all of the materials back in the first aid kit. “You're so lucky you have people who are there for you, Ash. Don't take advantage of it.”

She stands up and leaves the room to go back into the bathroom.

I look back down at my hands and clench and unclench my fists. I already know they are going to be bruised tomorrow.

It's not like I'm not used to it.

Ariella comes back inside the room and she has a towel in her hands. It looks wet and I see steam coming off the towel. Ariella gets on her knees in front of me and all I am thinking in this moment is how I want to bring her closer to my lips and claim her.

I feel my pants tighten to the point where it's almost uncomfortable.

“Stand up.”

Ariella looks up at me, just as she is about to wipe my hands with the towel.

She furrows her eyebrows. “Why?”

“Just stand up, Ariella.” Ariella glares at me and she looks down at her hands but she freezes. “Can you listen to me and stand up?”

Ariella places the towel on the bed next to me and slowly she places her hands on my thighs and looks up at me. “You're hard, Ash.”

Her eyes are filled with innocence and wonder. I want to ask her if she ever had a guy's dick down her throat and just thinking that she might've makes the possessive side of me want to come out and demand who, so I can kill that motherfucker.

“Yea, and if you don't stand up and stop looking at me like that I'm going to shove my cock down your throat.”

Ariella ignores me and she slides her hands up my thighs and one of her hands touches my belt before looking back up at me. “Can I?”

“Just stand up, Ariella. This is your only way out.”

“I want to,” she says, before unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my jeans.

She reaches into my pants and my eyes roll when I feel her fingers graze my cock. “Fuck, Ariella.” I rest my hands on either side of me and lean back so that I can watch Ariella stare at my cock in wonder. She caresses me through my briefs before slipping her hands between the fabric and wrapping her hand around my cock. Ariella moves her hand up and down and I look down at her and see her look at my cock in awe. It's like she's never seen a guy's dick up close before. “Baby, wrap your hand around me tighter.” She squeezes me in her hand and she moves her hand up and down while looking at me with those innocent fuck-me eyes.

Ariella pulls me out of my pants and I look down at her tiny hand wrapped around my cock and almost cum at the sight. It's red and swollen while her hand is squeezing the base. I look at her and she looks like she is trying to figure out what to do next.

“I've never done this before.”

“What?”

Ariella's cheeks turn red and she smiles shyly. “You know, this.”

“A blow job or a hand job?”