Page 19 of Good Girl
Jesus Christ, I want that. I’ve never taken anyone in my ass, but I want to do everything with them.
“Yes, yes, please, please!” Tristan begs as an orgasm crashes over me, the peg picking up power and zapping vibrational pulses through my clit.
“Oh god, no more!” I plead. I can’t take much more of this, I’m dying.
Releasing Tristan’s cock Vance crawls across the bed, unclips the device, and I sag in relief. Before I can truly relax, his mouth closes over my used, sensitive nub, and I nearly buck him off the bed. “No more!”
“I think she’s been punished enough,” Vance mutters over his shoulder.
“No,” Tristan barks. “I want to fuck her.”
“No.” Vance denies him, a maddening glare flashes across Tristan’s gaze as Vance begins unbuckling my ankles. Once they're free, I stretch my feet and clench my pussy. It needs to be filled.
“I need to fuck her,” Tristan growls again, rocking his chair.
“No,” Vance repeats more firmly. “You’re being a brat, so now I’m going to fuck her in front of you.”
My heart flips, and my stomach fills with butterflies. “Yes, please. Fuck me, sir.” I add on thesir,having quickly learned what gets me pleasure.
“Such a good fucking girl.” Vance rubs my thighs as I flourish under his praise and affection.
He pushes my knees up, spreading me wide for him before he strokes his cock and lines it up with my entrance. “Watch my cock, take her pussy, Tristan. She’s greedy and begging for it.”
He fills me with one rough thrust, and I dilute, my limbs going loose. I’m bruised, my pussy so overused it throbs, but I’m not sure if it’s pain, pleasure, or both holding me hostage.
Wantonness overtakes me as he covers my body, caging me in and rocking into me. After several earth-shaking pumps, he straightens his powerful torso and spreads my thighs, pushing up my knees so they’re almost at my shoulders. Tristan’s animalistic growls hum around us.
My body is buzzing with oxytocin, every nerve ending in my body lit up, but this would be even better if my hands were free to roam over his body, scratch and claw at his back. Just the thought of grabbing his hips and ass, of digging my nails into his flesh, amplifies the sensations surging through me.
He bucks his hips over and over until I see stars. “She’s so fucking tight, Tristan. She’s strangling my cock, she feels so fucking good.” Sweat coats Vance’s body, his muscles coiling with every thrust, his brow furrowed, teeth puncturing his bottom lip, ignoring Tristan’s pleas to join us.
“Tristan!” I cry out as Vance picks up his pace, wanting to give him a piece of me while Vance punishes him.
Vance’s hand wraps around my throat as he rumbles at my ear. “Naughty fucking girl.”
Both Vance and I gasp when Tristan’s body slams down onto Vance. “Tristan.” Vance’s gravely tone is filled with warning, but then the air leaves his lungs, and his eyes roll back into his head. “Fuckkkkk!” he bellows as Tristan thrusts into his ass, pushing Vance’s cock farther into me so we’re rocking in tandem.
Astonishment fills my mind, tears welling in my eyes as I bask in the moment. We are three puzzle pieces seamlessly fitting together perfectly. It’s as if the universe conspired to bring us together, each of us exactly where we are meant to be.
They fuck hard, bodies slapping until my pussy is beyond swollen, my limbs are limp, and my eyes close in exhaustion.Finally, Tristan drags Vance off me, slamming his head into the mattress at my feet before flexing his hips and plunging back into Vance’s ass.
With a sexy snarl, Tristan keeps him pinned by the back of the neck while he bucks, rough and feral, owning him. Lowering his mouth, he bites and marks Vance’s shoulders while roaring his release into him. When he stops shuddering, he wrenches himself off Vance to stand at the foot of the bed, panting, sweat beading his skin, blood smeared on his cock and pelvis from taking Vance so roughly.
They transfix me, I’ve pushed myself into a sitting position by the headboard, moth’s batting their wings in my stomach.
Growling, Vance tries to lift himself up but falters, dropping back down before attempting to get up a second time. This time he’s successful, turning his dark glare on Tristan who instantly wilts under his scrutiny.
“I’m sorry,” The words rush from Tristan’s lips as he holds his hands up showing Vance his surrender.
“You stay in here, and think about what you’ve done. No touching anyone or yourself again until I tell you you can,” Vance scolds him, with bared teeth, holding his hand out for me, coaxing me from the bed. “I’ll decide your punishment later.” He tsks in Tristan’s direction, narrowing his eyes as Tristan drops his head to stare at his feet before Vance leads me out of the room.
After guiding me down the hallway and past the kitchen to their living room, he hands me the remote. “Put something on for us, Angel. I’ll get a washcloth and food.”
Tapping the button on TV remote I don’t bother finding a channel as my mind whirls, eyes tracking down the hallway to where Tristan has remained. Was this a normal thing between them? I stretch my neck, trying to listen for any sounds of them, but all I hear is Vance’s footfalls returning to me. His featuresare set in a cool, calm expression, sweat still clings to his torso, glistening over his skin, his wearing his gray sweats, which hug around the groin area, making my mouth water.
Tapping my leg for me to open them. I’m still naked, so I worry my lip, not wanting to stain their couch. “Be a good girl and open.” His words are a command, but his tone is softer than he usually uses when demanding I do something. Parting my thighs for him, I warm all over when he cleans between my legs so delicately. His tenderness is a complete contrast to how he fucks.
“Does that happen often?” I flit my eyes in the direction of the bedroom.
