Page 90 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
First pussy and now dick. My brain is thinking all kinds of naughty thoughts tonight.
“Now use your hand, too,” he says. “Stroke me while you suck me.”
My brain tries to quickly think about the order of operations for that—do I go in the same direction or is it opposite?—but as if he can read my mind, Linc puts his hand over mine, guiding it as he wants it as my mouth continues to do the work.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” he says. “Hold me tighter. Just like you did earlier. Hold me tight as you suck my cock.”
I don’t know if you can have an orgasm from praise, but the way my pussy just clenched, I think it’s possible.
Knowing this is now what he likes, and feeling more and more confident as I go, I take my other hand and wrap it around him also, using both to stroke him in tandem. I open my eyes just enough to watch his head fall back, a look of pure ecstasy on his face.
I’m doing this. Me. My hands. My mouth. I’m making this big, tough, strong man fall apart.
I never thought I’d enjoy this. I heard my sisters talking for years about them, but it sounded like nothing I’d want to take part in. Part of me didn’t mind when Jonathan said he wasn’t a fan.
But I was wrong. So freaking wrong.
Seeing this? Seeing his reaction to me as my mouth gets a little more confident with every pass? Taking him just a little deeper each time? I don’t know if I’ve ever felt more powerful in my sexuality in all my twenty-nine years.
“Ainsley, I’m close baby,” he says, his hands gripping the couch like he needs it to keep grounded. “I’m—fuck!”
He quickly pulls my mouth up, his breathing heavy as he pumps himself twice before letting his release pour out onto his stomach.
“Oh my gosh. I’m sorry! Was I supposed to…did I do it wrong?”
He grabs his shirt, quickly wiping himself off before tossing it to the side and bringing me to his lap.
“Don’t you dare fucking apologize,” he says, his mouth on mine in an instant. His kiss is hard, and his tongue is claiming. It makes me want to do this all over again. “You did nothing, and I mean, absolutely nothing wrong. You were absolutely perfect.”
“I don’t know,” I say, feeling emboldened. “I think I can do better. Maybe I should practice more?”
“I mean, practice does make perfect,” he says as he lays me down on the couch, finally peeling the jersey off. “In fact, I should probably practice some more too.”
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the banks family group chat - minus ainsley
Stella
You can’t keep me waiting anymore. What’s your assessment?
Quinn
Honestly? I don’t fucking know.
Maeve
How do you not know? You spent an entire football game with her. Did you stick with her after to see them together?
Quinn
I did. And they were a normal couple. He hugged her and gave her a polite kiss on the cheek when they were in the meeting place with people around. He kissed her a few times, but nothing scandalous. She made pleasant conversation with the wives and girlfriends we were sitting with. Danced and got put on the Jumbotron. It was a really fun time.
Stella
Well, that doesn’t seem super romantic. If anything, that gives “doing it for the cameras” energy.
Simon
