Page 60 of The Good Girl

“How do you feel?” He asks, like he hasn’t noticed I’m wetter than an otter’s pocket.

Though, I’ll be dammed if I admit it––he’ll just use it as an excuse to spank me willy-nilly.

“Sore. Can I get up now?” I ask him, my voice small.

He lifts me off his lap and lays me on the bed on my stomach. “Stay like that for a moment,” he orders before walking into the bathroom.

I resist the urge to yank my underwear up and hightail it out of here. It wouldn’t matter if I ran––he’d catch me before I even left the room. I’ve already been kidnapped and spanked. I’m not sure I want to know what he’d do next.

So I stay where I am and wait for him to come back, feeling exposed lying like this–– and I don’t just mean physically. I jolt when I feel his hands on my ass again, this time rubbing something cool into my overheated skin. I whimper but don’t protest.

Once he’s done, he eases my underwear down my legs and pulls them off. I turn my head to look at him as he shoves my underwear into his pocket.

“I’m going to need those back.”

He bends down and presses his lips to the top of my ass, making me shiver. “Maybe you’ll start behaving when you realize the next time I throw you over my shoulder, you won’t be flashing your panties.”

“Or, maybe you could just stop throwing me over your shoulder.”

“Now, why would I do that?”

I roll my eyes––as if he’d let anyone see me exposed like that.

His hand slides up my inner thigh, his fingertips grazing my pussy before they glide over my ass, and he grabs my hips.

“Up on your knees, Cupcake, but keep your chest on the bed.”

I do as he asks, feeling my arousal run down my thighs.

“Fucking hell,” he growls before I feel his tongue lapping away at me.

I moan, hands fisting the sheets as he holds me in place and tortures me in the best possible way.

Lick after lick, stroke after stroke, he works me over until I’m a quivering mess and my legs are threatening to give out.

“You taste like heaven,” he tells me as he shifts behind me, and I hear the sound of his zipper being lowered.

I feel him at my entrance, the tip of his hard cock nudging my clit. He thrusts forward, dragging his length through my wetness, coating himself in my arousal.

“Condom,” I manage to gasp as the head of his cock pushes inside me.

“I’ll pull out.”

“I don’t think that?—”

My words are cut off as he slams into me, stealing the air from my lungs. Before I can catch my breath, his grip tightens, and he starts fucking me hard and deep.

The world tilts and becomes a dizzying blur of pleasure and pain as he thrusts inside me as far as he can go over and over.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” he growls. Pushing me to the edge.

I pant, his words heightening everything. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time. I hold on as tight as possible, taking everything he has to give me.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demands, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave bruises. A mark of ownership, one I know he’ll admire later.

“I’m yours,” I whisper, needing to come more than anything.

“Yes, you are. Mine to care for, mine to fuck, mine to protect.”

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