Page 27 of Good Girl

This time, he crooks three fingers and presses more firmly, the pressure moving the fabric of my thong out of the way so that two fingers slip into my soaking entrance.

I gasp, my fingers clawing at the mirror as I try to keep myself upright.

“What a slutty baby girl you are. So wet for us. A good girl, but slutty, nevertheless. And you know what good girls get, kitten?” Viper pumps his fingers in and out of me, so motherfucking slowly that I think I might die right here and now.

There is absolutely no way I can answer him. My brain has gone totally offline.

“Good girls get rewards.” His fingers disappear from between my legs, and this time, my whimper is lessoh my godand moreno, don’t go.“Shh, it’s okay, kitten. I’m just getting your reward.”

In the mirror, I can see his arm moving, hand dipping into his pocket, but besides a flash of purple, I see nothing. Seconds later, both of his hands slip between my legs. One moves my panties to the side, while the other slips—oh shit, how many fingers is that?

He moves and adjusts things around until smooth silicone presses against my clit. My panties are put back in place, then both of his hands are on my waist, one set of fingers glistening with my wetness and my vagina feeling full and heavy.

“How does that feel?” His fingers flex, and it takes me a moment to process his question and the fact that he has just inserted something inside of me and left it there.

I wiggle from side to side, moaning as rough texture rubs against my clit. “G-good.”

“Not uncomfortable?”

I squeeze the inner muscles of my pussy. “No, Daddy.”

“Perfect.” Viper kisses the curve of my neck, then steps back toward the curtain, one hand jammed into his pocket.

My eyes widen as I watch him prepare to leave me here, like this.

Just before he leaves, he reaches into his pocket. “And, kitten?”

I keep staring at his reflection.

“You have permission to orgasm as many times as you need to until we get back to the apartment. Then you are on restriction. Okay?”

I nod, and he pulls his phone out of his pocket before disappearing behind the curtain.

As many times as I ne—

“Oh fuck,” I whisper-cry, knees buckling.

High speed, continuous vibrations surround my pussy. The rough texture over my clit is rushing me to the edge of an orgasm while the part that is inserted inside of me is stimulating my pussy and making me spasm like I never have before.

My pelvis rocks back and forth with a mind of its own, chasing the fireworks it knows to expect from these men. Heat flares out from my core, consuming every ounce of my consciousness. The strapless bra is suddenly too constricting as my tits grow heavy and my nipples tighten. My whole fucking being tightens. I’ve never had a fucking toy—let alone a goddamn vibrating one—inside my body before, but holy shit, I think I am about to die from the pleasure. Cause of death: brain-melting orgasm.

It doesn’t take long—less than a minute—before my orgasm crashes over me. The vibrations are relentless and perfectly placed. I gasp and moan and do my best to be quiet as fuck, but I have zero idea if I manage it. I couldn’t give a fuck if I don’t. And besides, I’m pretty sure Rhonda would be happy to know she is a part of this dirty fantasy.

The vibrations slow down after my orgasm, gently petering off, leaving me a panting, sweaty, and wet mess against the mirror.

What the actual fuck?

My legs feel like goddamn jelly and my lips are numb. Every muscle in my body is trembling as I suck in massive lungful’s of air.

When I finally push upright, aftershocks continue to catch me by surprise. My panties are soaked, and somehow, my hair looks like someone has been running their fingers through it aggressively. And my eyes, oh my god. The pupils are huge. My cheeks are rosy. I look like I’ve just been fucked hard, and fucked fast.

A dirty little quickie. And quick it had been.

I glance down at my panties and see that, from this angle, there is the tiniest bulge. Am I supposed to leave this in? Viper didn’t give any directions about leaving it in, plus we are going to lunch now.

Then it clicks. This is why I have permission to come as many times as I want before we get home. They are going to drive me insane with this thing inside of me. Semi-publicly.

My eyes flutter closed at the thought.

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