Page 18 of Good Girl
I stifle a smile at the sound of Tristan’s feet pounding down the hallway. His wild fucking eyes rack over the display I have laid out for him as he rounds the counter, almost knocking me over as he pushes me aside.
Grasping her thighs, he wraps her legs around his head, almost lifting her clean off the counter. His mouth consumes her pussy with a furious snarl until she’s bucking and thrashing.
Desperate for friction he ruts his hips against the counter as her hands wind into his hair, yanking and smashing his face into her cunt.
“Enough!” I bark when she screams, her body briefly tensing then trembling. Her toes curl against Tristan’s spine, her legsnow dangling over his shoulders as her release thunders through her body.
I shove him away from her, his heaving chest and wide pupils telling me he’s lost to his lust. “I didn’t say she could come,” I admonish.
“She begged.” He shows me his palms, his shiny lips coated in her slick release.
“But not for you,” I scold him, and he closes his eyes, gulping.
“Naughty girls get punished,” I warn Poppy, who raises to her elbows to look over the two beasts in front of her.
“I was very naughty.” She licks her lips, and I have to fight the smirk wanting to curl the corners of my mouth. Hungry little whore indeed.
I swipe one of the cookies from the plate and scoop it through the icing littering her tits before taking a bite. “Delicious,” I hum.
“I’m sorry for making her come,” Tristan says, looking between her thighs at his handy work, his cock straining against the shorts he’s wearing.
I sweep the cookie through her soaked thighs then take another bite. “Even better,” I groan. “Bedroom, both of you.” I snap, and he rushes to lift her into his arms, carrying her down the hallway.
NINE
Poppy
I’m tied to the bed at my wrists and ankles. I’m completely vulnerable, bound like this, it sends a thrill slithering through me, pussy entirely on display. Vance placed a chair at the end of the bed directly in view of my parted thighs, ordering Tristan to sit there.
I would never have guessed that Mr. Carter,Tristanmy strong, successful domineering boss, had this submissive side to him. It’s sexy and raw, and I love it.
I squirm against the restraints, closing my eyes as another pulse of pleasure rocks through me like a tide coming into shore. Vance has some sort of peg clipped to my clit that vibrates every few minutes, repeatedly bringing me close to orgasm. Forcing Tristan to watch, but forbidding him from taking what he wants. It’s a cruel, sick game that is indescribably sexy. I roll my hips, wanting one of them to fill me.
“Look at her body move.” Vance murmurs, rubbing Tristan’s shoulders while swiping his tongue up his neck. “She’s a natural, Tristan. Made for our wickedness.”
“I want to fuck her,” Tristan strains, clenching the arms of the chair.
“I want that!” I cry out, lifting my hips, desperate for cock. I don’t even care which one.
Who the hell am I? A couple of days ago, I didn’t even know women could have multiple orgasms, and the only cock I’d had was Josh’s underwhelming one.
“You don’t deserve it,” Vance tells him, circling his arms around his waist and yanking down his shorts. Tristan lifts his hips to aid him, then Vance tosses them aside, leaving Tristan bare.
His thick length springs free, the vein down the shaft pulsing against his piercings. I didn’t know dicks came in such large sizes or that they could have jewelry in them. When I first saw Tristan’s, I wasn’t sure it would even fit inside me, but turns out if I’m wet enough, it will fit.
Josh always hated my wetness, but these two seem to love it. They actually seek it, demand it, and then they worship it.
All three of us moan as Vance fists Tristan’s cock. I didn’t realize how hot it could be to watch a man touch another man. It’s the hottest sight in the whole damn world when you’re a part of their pleasure.
“Look at her wet, swollen, slutty cunt, Tristan. How tight she is. Did she feel how you imagined?” he guides his closed fist up Tristan’s shaft.
“Better.” He blows out a strained breath, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He looks like a rabid, untamed beast—his chest lurching, eyes wild. He isn’t tied down, completely under Vance’s control. It’s fascinating.
“I want to fuck her precious little asshole, break her in until she’s all used up and will only ever come for us,” Vance tells him, searing me with an intense gaze.
“Yes.” Tristan’s fingers flex, yet his palms remain on the armrests, his cock twitches, weeping pre-cum over the sexy pink tip as Vance continues teasing him.
“I’ll fuck her tight ass while you take that delicious whore cunt. We’ll plug her up until she can’t take anymore, then we’ll both stuff her mouth and make her drink our cum until we fill her belly.”
