Page 48 of Good Girl

I immediately close my eyes, not really caring. I can only assume they are going to up the intensity.

The sound of a zipper being released happens very close to my face, so close that I feel the back of the hand against my lips.

“No teeth, princess.”

Angel.

A thick, blunt head is pressed against my lips, and I open my mouth at the implied order, my chin pressing into the cushion.

Angel doesn’t hold back, just slides right to the back of my throat. I gag, my body trying to bow up against the intrusion, but the first swish of the new flogger synchronizes with his thrust like they choreographed the move. A thousand flecks of pain race up my ribs and across my spine.

Angel removes his dick from my mouth, and I cough and splutter, saliva dripping from my lips as I cry out against the second impact of Daddy’s new toy.

That same damn fucking rhythm starts up again, and he makes sure to move up and down my back, never letting me know where the next hit will be.

When Angel re-enters my mouth, it's only slightly less savage. He grips the back of my head and thrusts in short, sharp motions, nudging the back of my throat, but not pushing down into it.

This flogger hurts.

I don’t know if I can keep going. My brain is not confused right now. This is pain. Almost too much.

A tear burns past my closed eyelids and trickles down my cheek.

I don’t know if I can do this.

I’m going to disappoint them.

Chapter 24

Darcy

At the sight of the tear rolling down Emmy’s cheek, I give Hudson a nod. He immediately resumes his position from earlier, gripping Emmy’s ass and tilting her up to his face.

I pause with my cock resting on her lips, because as much as I want Emmy to experience pleasure right now, I don’t need her biting off my cock. Emmy jolts as Hudson’s mouth makescontact, and then she moans as she attempts to thrust backward, the curve of her ass raising infinitesimally.

The swish of Derek’s flogger is almost hypnotic at this point, and if I was Hudson, I’d be a little worried about how close the strands are getting to my face. But Derek is a master of his toys and not once do I see Hudson flinch from a stray strand.

There is a furrow on Emmy’s brows, like she is working on a puzzle that has her stumped. Arguing with herself, perhaps?Does this feel good or bad? Do I need it to stop, or do I want that little bit more?

My cock still rests just inside of her lips, and her warm breath rushes over the crown with every moan and groan. The small O of her lips widens as I press forward at a leisurely pace, pushing until I’ve made it past the tight constriction of the back of her throat and her nose is buried into me.

I hold the back of her head and drop my own backward as her throat spasms and her tongue goes crazy on the underside of my cock. Fuck, that’s amazing. Pulling back just enough to let her get a breath, I relish the feel of her choking and gagging as air rushes in and out of her mouth.

Not too concerned about whether she is ready for it, I roll my hips forward and enter the back of her throat again. This girl is fucking amazing. I thought so last night as I watched her have her face fucked, never once protesting as we all became intimately acquainted with the back of her throat.

And the fact that she’d been soaking wet from the way we’d used her.

Opening my eyes, I slide back out of Emmy’s throat and, this time, really let her get some air. My cock is throbbing and my balls are tight, which is to be expected with how fucking tortured they got at the restaurant and in the car.

Emmy makes the most delicious sounds as she sucks in breath after breath, more than a little bit of saliva coating my cock asI leave an inch in her mouth. I give a tug on her hair to get her attention. “Suck.”

Even though she is still trying to get control of herself, she closes her lips tightly around my crown and starts sucking. The vacuumed pressure threatens to suction the cum straight out of my balls. Tingles race down my spine, my balls tighten, and it’s an effort to fight my urge to come.

Fucking. Exquisite.

I run my fingers down the back of her head, over and over, murmuring praise as I watch Derek signal to Hudson to move out of the way. “Good girl, princess. Suck Daddy’s cock. You make me feel so good.”

As with the last two rounds of the flogger, Derek doesn’t change his stroke pattern as he moves from her back to her ass and thighs. She clearly knows what’s coming, especially since Hudson’s mouth leaves her.

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