Page 22 of Such A Good Girl

By the end of the bowl, I was practically panting with need, any decorum gone with the way I lapped the juices from his skin.

There was no denying the fucking tent between his thighs, either. Reaching out and touching a real, hard dick was almost an obsession. It had been so long since I’d been able to indulge myself in someone else.

Right as I reached toward him, he stood up. I let out a little growl of annoyance, which only broke his face into a grin.

‘Patience,’ he tutted.

Grabbing a bottle from the mini-fridge, he filled the bowl with water. His footsteps made the floor creak until he stood in front of the cage. With a slosh of water cascading over the floor, he unzipped his pants.

My mouth almost hit the floor as he unleashed his cock. Dark veins stood out along the length, like a map leading me to perfection. The tip was engorged, thick and full.

And it was for me.

He’d got that hard by me just licking his fingers. I hadn’t had to parade or beg.

I waited for him to come closer, to press his magnificent dick through the bars and let me feast upon it.

Instead, he gripped his dick in between fingers that were still stained with my saliva, and started stroking. Wide-eyed, I watched him, getting wetter by the second.

‘Look at you, Pet. Those big eyes begging to be fucked. Turn around for me, press your pretty cunt to the bars. Let me see you.’

On quaking legs, I did as he asked. The cold bars dug into the round flesh of my ass. His moan made me weak. No matter how wrong it was, I was ready for him. To feel him. To feel wanted.

‘Such a pretty, wet thing. Aren’t you?’ He practically growled, his hand moving erratically over the head of his cock.

‘Yes.’ I wriggled back, the bars almost painful against my thighs.

‘You need to be fucked. Used like a proper slut. That husband of yours doesn’t know what he has, does he? I will not make the same mistake.’ He slammed a hand against the bars, making me jump.

With a grunt, he gave into his own desires. I peeked at him, seeing his face morph with pleasure.

No.

‘Please?’ I begged.

It was too late. Bobby leaned over and came into the dish. Hot ropes of cum landed in the water, clinging to the metal edge of the bowl and floating across the top. I let out a whimper of disappointment.

‘Sorry, Pet. But you got me all worked up, and when I fuck you, I want to be all in. Show me how badly you want my cum, and I’ll make sure you are the first thing I do come morning.’

Turning, I knelt beside the bars. Using his boot, he slid the bowl in the gap at one corner of the cage, barely big enough for the bowl to fit through.

My stomach turned at the cum floating on the surface, congealing in the cold water. A gag caught in my throat at the thought of lapping it up.

‘Drink up, pup.’

The fact that I was actually thirsty helped spur me on to touch my lips to the water. Drinking the first few mouthfuls was fine. Until a thick gloop hit my tongue. I couldn’t fight the retch that stole over me.

‘Still fighting to drink it all, even knowing how fucking disgusting it is. ‘Atta girl. You must really want a good dicking.’

The crass words only made me want to keep going. I enjoyed a bit of dirty talk, but the more demeaning the words, the more effect they seemed to have on me. Crushing my eyes closed, I drank fast, working to ignore the slimy sections of the water.

‘God, you are so perfect.’

SIXTEEN

BOBBY

Ashley was a wriggly little thing.

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