Page 37 of Such A Good Girl

‘Give me your cock,’ she demanded.

‘Gladly.’ I sank fully into her, delighting in the moan she tried to stifle.

Rocking my hips, every textured inch of her cunt grazed the head of my dick/ I revelled in her perfection.

‘Don’t stifle your moans. He won’t wake, but I want him to dream about this. To dream about you screaming my name.’ I kissed her roughly before moving to capture one pert nipple, biting it harshly.

Our bodies slid against each other, hands and lips clinging to one another as though it would heal us both. Her sweet cries filled me with life, filled the her-shaped hole inside of me, even if only temporarily.

Her moans escaped into the night, echoing around her bedroom as I fucked her until she came, one leg draped over her husband’s snoring chest, our bodies jutting against him.

I swallowed her kisses as she juddered beneath me, needing to take every last second of connection she’d give me.

Because saying goodbye would be hard.

But leaving her alone would pain me every minute of every day.

‘Hold me,’ she whispered into my neck.

Snuggling in behind her, I breathed in her scent, trying to capture the moment in my head. Her silken curls tickled at my face, her quick panting breaths where her back pressed against my chest. Jerry’s soft snores. Her pussy slick with both of our juices, still gripping me. The scent of lemons and salty sweat emanated from her hair.

I reached into my jeans pocket. They still hung around my ankles, tangled on my boots. Taking out my phone, I held it above us.

‘Smile, Pet, I want to capture this.’

The image was filthy, her husband beside us, her legs akimbo, with me still inside her. Half-lidded eyes filled with sated lust, mussed hair and kiss-swollen lips.

Perfection.

TWENTY-FIVE

ASHLEY

The two story brick house filled me with both joy and apprehension. Ruckus came from behind the wooden door, and I gripped my bag tighter. Roses framed the doorstep, and small fingerprints smudged near the handle. Mud, chocolate… who knew?

‘Brianne, stop teasing your brother.’ My sister’s voice rang out from within the building, and my face cracked into a grin. God, I’d missed her.

Depressing the doorbell, I waited as more chaos kicked off behind the door. Excited yelps and the stamping of excited feet.

My heart leapt as the door flew open, my niece and nephew throwing themselves at my legs, dragging my bag to the floor in their glee.

Amy was on me almost as quickly, pulling me into a tight hug. The enclosure of her arms washome.

Almost as much as Bobby’s had.

The feeling was inexplicable with the almost stranger who wanted me to be his pampered pet, but with my sister, it made total sense.

Leaving Jerry had landed me on her doorstep, seeking sanctuary until I could find my way. I squeezed her back, laughing as the kids peppered me with questions.

Later that evening, Amy and I sat in the garden, a fire pit warming our legs as we stared at the sparkling constellations eons above.

‘I’m so glad you left,’ she said, reaching into the space between us and wrapping her pinky around mine. Like we’d done as children.

‘Me too. I can’t believe I stayed so long.’

‘Sometimes it’s impossible to upset the apple cart. Especially when you depend on your partner. I thought he’d cut the apron strings, but he seemed to climb right back up into his mom more by the day.’

‘Ew,’ I laughed, giving her the side-eye.

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