Page 33 of His Good Girl
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to come in your pussy, angel?”
“Yes.”
Slamming into her, rocking the desk forward, I drive as deep as I can into her, and then my climax hits me with such force that it nearly knocks me off my feet. Knowing she’s protected from her confidential doctor’s records, procured by Guy, I know I’m free to come inside her.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groan, unloading into her, my cock pumping out my cum to fill her pussy. “Serena,” I rasp, my eyes closed. “Oh, you’re such a good girl letting me fuck you.”
“Logan.”
Not giving her a chance to say anything else, with my cock still twitching inside her, I lean over her, pressing my mouth to her ear so I can whisper those words I know she is desperate to hear.
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Serena
Trembling underneath him with his body pressed against mine, his cock still inside me, his breath hot in my ear.
“I’m so proud of you, Serena. You took my cock inside you like a perfect angel, and you’re such a good girl for taking my load in your pussy like you did.”
My whimper of both terror and longing rips through my dry throat as I gulp back as much air as I can. My lungs are closing, and I’m going lightheaded when he lifts off me, sliding his cock out and gently replacing my panties which he shoved to the side in his need to get to me.
Swallowing and choking on my saliva, my throat tickling, I straighten up, and with the tears that pooled in my eyes when he took me seeping out, I shove past him.
“I’m sorry,” I ramble. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t ready.”
Scrambling to get the door open, I yank it back, wrenching my arm as I lunge through it, hobbling in my heels to get to the ladies' room while shoving my skirt back down. Grateful that no one else was here to witness my degradation at being fucked like a bitch over Logan’s desk while I did nothing, I stumble into the ladies’ room, covering my eyes from the garish light.
Logan bursts in behind me, his face frantic and his hair sticking up from running his hand through it.
“Serena.”
“Don’t!” I say, putting my hand up. “I wasn’t ready for that. I needed time. Ineedtime, and I wasn’t ready. You pushed me too quickly, and I let you down. I’m sorry I was so useless. I’m sorry that I didn’t do anything. It was jarring and a bit scary. My past. Fuck. Nothing.”
“What?” he practically shouts at me. “What are you talking about? You didn’t let me down. Fuck, Serena…”
We stare at each other for a few seconds, but it’s too much for me. “Please, go.”
“Serena.”
“Don’t,” I whisper, closing my eyes. “Please, don’t.”
“Shit. Fuck. Serena.”
“You’ve got court. Just go.”
“No.”
“Dammit, Logan!” I turn from him, twisting my braid around my hand, shaking like a leaf.
“Who hurt you, angel?” he asks, his voice deathly quiet. “Who destroyed your light?”
“I can’t do this right now. I’m sorry I was such a shit fuck, but just go. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Please forget it and me. I’ll have my desk cleaned out in an hour.”
He grabs my arm, turning me to face him as I open my eyes. His expression is dark, scary and makes my soul wither up to hide from the intensity of the storm raging in his eyes. “Don’t you fucking dare leave.”
“Logan. I’m humiliated. Please just let me go.”
