Page 32 of His Good Girl
“So many things,” I reply, pushing off from the door to stalk her. Removing my coat, I throw it over the desk and grasp her arm gently, pulling her to me.
Her lips part in shock, her head going back so she can look up at me from her shorter stature.
“I’m tired of playing this game, Serena,” I murmur. “Aren’t you?”
She doesn’t reply, her lower lip trembling.
“I know you want me, and I’m desperate to drive my cock into your wet pussy. Do you want that, Serena?”
“Ah,” she exclaims softly, her eyes wide, the panic in them evident now. “Logan…”
Without waiting for a reply, I spin her around and bend her over my desk.
She gasps and struggles, but my hand on her lower back keeps her down. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I’ve been all week without my dick inside her, and now I’m taking her, whether she wants me to or not.
“Logan, please,” she whimpers, writhing on the desk, trying to get away.
“I want you, Serena. I’m taking you right here, right now.”
She stops moving and lies still.
“Good girl,” I purr softly.
Her moan of longing is all I need to proceed. Pulling her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt, I yank it down roughly so I can see that tattoo at the base of her spine.
“Oh, angel. You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
It’s a question that doesn’t require an answer.
Running my finger lightly over the ink etched into her skin, my cock aches to be inside her. Releasing my hold on her back, I bunch her skirt around her hips before I release my cock from my pants. Her black cotton panties are in my way, so I shove them aside, driving my fingers deep into her pussy.
She tenses up, a soft sob escaping her lips. “Please don’t, Logan, please.”
Thrusting my fingers gently, I whisper, “Your words say one thing, Serena, but your wet pussy says another. Do you want me?”
“Logan…”
Her plea falls on deaf ears. I’m not backing away from her now. Positioning my cock at her entrance, I ram inside her, feeling her wet pussy encase my length as I bury myself balls deep inside her.
“No,” she cries softly. “Logan, please.”
“Too late,” I murmur as I pull back and slam into her again. “Fuck, you feel good. Fuck, Serena. Your pussy feels so good around my cock.”
Her whimper is terrified, but the longing is there. She wants the words. Sheneedsto hear them.
Gripping her hip with one hand and pulling her skirt down with the other so I can see her tattoo again, I grind against her. It’s been so long since I rode bareback, since I felt the juices of a woman on my cock. I knew I would with her the second I saw her come with my name on her lips. I pant, losing myself even further into this woman who has fallen into my life out of nowhere and knocked me on my ass.
“Fuck, angel. Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan.
She soaks me even more, which makes her protests pointless.
“Logan, please, no…”
“Sweet angel, I’m not going to hurt you. I need you, fuck, I need you. I need your hot pussy around my cock. It feels so good. Fuck. My dick looks so good sliding into you. Oh, you’re taking my fat cock like such a good girl, aren’t you, angel.”
“Logan…” Her cry as I pound into her, giving the praise she needs to hear, is raw and real. Her pussy clenches around my cock as she climaxes, drenching me with her cum.
“Fuck, angel. That’s it, baby girl. Soak my cock like a good girl. That’s it. Fuck, that feels perfect. You look so hot bent over my desk with my dick inside you. Do you want me to come?”
