Page 30 of Such A Good Girl

‘I know, Pet.’

Our mouths met in a series of heated kisses, tongues grazing and lips crushing. Her light scent filled my nostrils, and the scent of sex lingered from between her open thighs.

‘Why are you still single?’ she asked, grinding herself against my stiffening cock, soaking my jeans. ‘With a cock like this and the ability to fuck like a god, I’d have thought you’d have had a queue.’

I moaned my reply into her mouth. ‘I was waiting for you. For my perfect pet.’

She pulled away and looked at me, her eyes wide. Fuck, I didn’t want to creep her out again.

‘Plus, not every woman will bark like a dog for me.’

‘I haven’t…’

‘You will though.’

TWENTY-ONE

ASHLEY

Only one more night until it was home time. One more night of freedom. Although I’d been sequestered in a stranger’s cabin, being around Bobby left me with a clarity I’d needed.

If Jerry hadn’t had some sort of massive U-turn style revelation by the time I got home, it was the end.

I dragged my nails along Bobby’s back as he thrust into me, guilt distracting me with the return looming.

‘Pet,’ he demanded, grasping my chin in one hand while thrusting deep inside me. ‘Stay with me.’

‘I don’t know how to justify this to myself,’ I panted, grinding myself against him. Even in my doubt, I craved his touch.

‘If Jerry had treated you like a wife instead of a maid, you’d never have landed in my arms. He pushed you.’

‘I should have left years ago.’

‘You can leave now.’ Bobby dragged his lips along my jaw before biting my neck and extracting a groan from me.

‘I’ve got nothing. Not a career, not a house. No money.’ I’d been such an idiot, I’d believed in my husband far too much.

‘You can come stay with me.’ His thrusting slowed, but he stayed inside me. Keeping me pinned to the floor beneath him.

‘I barely even know you,’ I whispered, the stillness of his cock driving me mad. I writhed against him, trying to gain more friction.

‘Ask me.’ He licked and kissed at my flesh, making me need more.

‘What’s your last name?’

‘Green.’ His teeth grazed my jaw.

‘How old are you?’

‘Thirty-six.’ I cried out as he withdrew from me, sliding down my body and biting into my nipple. The pain drove me into a new zone, mingling with the pent up desire he’s fucked into me.

‘Tell me something about you…’ My voice trailed off as he moved further south, his breath whispering over my wetness.

‘I love watching old westerns. I hate milkshakes. I really want to get some goats; they’re hilarious.’

I giggled before winding my fingers into his hair. Every word he murmured made me squirm. It had been countless years since someone had gone down on me, and the memories of a tongue between my thighs were making me sweat.

‘Mostly, I want to taste this slutty little cunt.’

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