Page 15 of Good Girl
“Was she a good girl?” I ask Vance, my all-consuming lust making my voice deep and gruff, sending my pulse rushing in my ears, chest, and cock.
“Did you taste my cum on her lips when you kissed her?” he asks with a smirk and a raised brow.
I jerk my head yes.
“On your knees, Angel.” He guides Poppy between my open thighs, using the ribbon binding her to lower her towards me, making it pull taut against her throat and causing her eyes to water. I swipe at her tears then suck the pad of my thumb into my mouth to taste the saltiness. She looks so incredible with tears on her creamy flesh, just like I knew she would. Her wild, frenzied eyes soaking me in.
I can’t believe this is happening.
Vance has rid himself of his clothes, the hard planes of his naked body tensing with his movements, olive skin stretching over muscle and looking sexy as all hell as he lowers himself behind her. “Take Tristan’s thick dick in your mouth, Angel. He’s been stroking his cock to thoughts of you since he first laid eyes on you,” Vance whispers against the side of her face, releasing his hold on the ribbon, giving her a reprieve and gripping her upper arms to offer stability.
Her breathing hitches, and her eyes widen at the size of my dick and my ladder of jewelry before she flattens her tongue and swipes along my length, bumping every rung as she does,“You’re so big,” she sighs, closing her lips over me then sucking down my shaft, stealing the air from my lungs.
“Fuck!” I bark, flexing my hips up and groaning at the incredible feel of the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat.
“Lift that sweet ass up for me, Angel.” At Vance’s order, she shifts her hips upward, which forces her farther down my length, stealing a hiss from me. Vance offers no warning before he’s ramming his dick into her pussy to the hilt, causing her to cry out around my cock, the vibrations making me want to come. He clutches her hair and looks at me over her bowed form. “Palms up, Tristan.”
I place my hands on the cushions beside me, my palms facing up as I fight every urge to fist her hair with him and choke her until she passes out on my dick.
My cock pulses, and I know I’m going to come. “Don’t you fucking dare,” Vance warns, reading my body and mind. I squeeze my eyes closed, breathing through the pleasure and trying not to chase the indescribable sensations to completion.
Anger pummels into me, my eyes flare wide when he tugs Poppy off my cock. “Vance,” I scorn, my pulse raging through my body. I’ve wanted her so much, I need her to make me fucking come. Ineedit.
My pulse spikes at the way he holds her so she’s hovering between my thighs, her tits heaving and bouncing with his thrusts, her head pulled back, lips parted and red from the abuse she endured while taking my cock. Her eyes watch me, pupils wide, lashes fluttering open and closed. I’m bigger than Vance, my girth too much for a lot of women, but Poppy took me like it was a goal she had to accomplish, and damn, I’ve never felt such euphoria.
My hands vibrate with the need to move them from the cushions and touch her or myself, but Vance will punish me if I do.
“Look at me taking Poppy’s pussy, Tristan. Look how she moans for me.” He continues spearing into her, teasing me. “Your precious little Poppy is a dirty little slut for me.”
Fuck…
I tense, avoiding the urge to grip the base of my cock and willing it not to explode as she shudders through an orgasm. “Please!” Yearning burns up my spine as she begs.
“What are you pleading for, Angel?” Vance bites down her neck.
“More.” Her moans are a carnal hunger.
“Take Tristan’s cock in your mouth, Angel. Stroke him with those perfect lips until he comes all over your pretty fucking face, like a good girl.”
I lean back against the couch, as once again, her lips wrap over the tip of my cock. With Vance powering up into her pussy, she swallows my deep, it takes mere seconds for my dick to spasm. I’m on cloud nine as she releases me with a smacking sound and spurts of creamy cum paint her face, lips, neck, and tits. When it drips from her eyelashes, the sexy vixen swipes her tongue out to catch it.
“I want her,” I growl, and Vance smirks at me.
“Do you want to sit on Tristan’s big thick, pierced dick, Angel?” He whispers against her ear, still driving into her while tightening his hand on the ribbon around her neck and wrists, preventing her from being able to form words. “You’ll. Feel. Every. Ridge. Of. His. Ladder. Massaging. Your. Walls.” He punctuates every word with a thrust.
“I don’t think she wants to.” He pouts at me, curling his free hand around her waist to dip through her folds. I see her eyes close the instant he finds her clit, a tremor rocking through her as she whines for breath. Her body attempts to fold in on itself, her pleasure overcoming and overwhelming, but she can’t because he holds all the power.
“Please,” I beg “I need to fuck her pussy.” My cock is ready for round two.
“Hmmm.” He pulls out of her, the sound of their juices making my cock strain rock fucking hard again. He turns her and lifts her with ease so she’s straddling my lap backwards, facing him. My hands twitch as he narrows his eyes.
“Please,” I beg again, forcing my hands to stay beside me.
“Very well. Since you’ve both been so fucking perfect.” He reaches up and kisses her lips, lapping at my cum still staining her face, her bound hands resting between my stomach and her spine.
She’s trembling, desperate to sit on my cock. When his hand grasps the base of my shaft lining me up with her sopping wet hole, relief floods through me. “Sit, Angel,” he commands. “Slowly.”
She whimpers as she lowers herself down onto my shaft, stretching herself around me. Her perfect pussy is swallowing me, gripping me so tight, like she plans to never let me go. I rock my hips up, hissing from the pleasure seeping into my bones. She’s so fucking tight, her soft, wet walls suffocating and caressing the length of my ladder.
