Page 23 of The Good Girl

When he lays me down on the cool leather, I sigh with contentment. “Now tell me, Mrs. Rourk, how are things at home?” He takes a seat in the chair next to the couch, and my nipples tighten. I’m not sure I’ll ever get tired of hearing him call me that.

“I don’t know,” I tease and wring my fingers together.

"Sure you do,” he encourages. “You know you can tell me anything.”

“I’m not sure I’m supposed to,” I whisper, and I see him shift in his seat. He always gets so excited when we play this game.

“It’s okay. It’s just the two of us. You can tell me anything.”

“My Daddy might get mad.” I see his jaw clench, and it makes my pussy clench too.

“It’s never good to make your Daddy mad.” His voice is deep in that way I love.

“I know.” I huff. “But Daddy tells me what we do is our secret.”

“Hmm,” he says while he pretends to think it over. “Secrets with your Daddy are important.”

I nod in agreement. “He says they are special. Only for us.”

Rourk grunts, and I peek over to see him rubbing the front of his pants while he watches me.

“Are you hard, Dr. Rourk?” I turn on my side to face him, and his eyes slowly move up and down my body.

“It’s nothing?—”

“Daddy says it’s normal,” I interrupt, and his hand pauses. “He told me that when it happens I shouldn’t make a big deal about it.” I lick my lips, and he doesn’t miss the greedy way I look at him. “But he taught me how to fix it.”

“Is that so?” he asks, and then I watch his knees spread just a little. “Is this one of the secrets you keep with your Daddy?” When I nod, Rourk leans forward. “Then come here and show me what you do to fix it.”

I slide off the couch and crawl across the fluffy rug until I’m in front of his parted thighs. He looks at me with such reverence as he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear.

“You’re a special girl, you know that?”

“That's what my Daddy tells me.” I wiggle in closer to him, desperate to close the space between us.

“Why don't you show Doctor Daddy all the special things you can do?”

I reach for his belt, but my fingers pause as I look up at him through my lashes. “You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

His jaw tightens, and I can see the outline of his cock straining against the front of his pants. He sinks his fingers into my hair, then uses it to tilt my head back. “You mean tell everyone what a dirty girl you are?”

“I’m only a dirty girl for my Daddy," I say, and his hold tightens.

“No one else,” he warns, and everything below my belly button clenches with desire. I’m soaked for him already.

“Never.”

“Then take care of me.” Dr. Rourk leans back in his chair and smirks while I undo his belt. When his cock is free, I don’t waste any time in wrapping my mouth around him and taking him as far as I can go. “Fuck, I’ve trained my little girl so good.”

I moan around his cock, and when I suck him deeper, he lets out another loud groan. His hands are shaky, and I know he’s close to losing control. I’ve pushed him far enough, and he won’t be able to stand it much longer.

“Enough,” he orders, but I don’t stop. I keep working my mouth up and down his thick length until he’s to his breaking point.

His hands fist in my hair, and when he pulls me off his cock, I’m so turned on I might be able to cum from the sight of him.

“You’re being a bad girl,” he growls, and I’ve never been so wet.

"Sorry, Daddy.” I try to sound contrite but then lick my lips to tease him.

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