Page 6 of Good Girl
“Really,” I assure her before turning to leave for my room. I haven’t been this excited in a long time, and damn, I want to paint that woman in cum until she’s drowning in it. I send a quick message to Tristan.
VANCE: Don’t wait up. You’re going to regret not coming out to play tonight.
I picture the grunt of disinterest my text will evoke in him. He’s probably fucking his fist to thoughts of his assistant again. It’s the only thing he seems capable of concentrating on lately. She must be something real special to have him so obsessed. I’ve never seen him want a woman this much before. His reply comes as the elevator doors open, tugging a grin to my lips.
TRISTAN: I never wait up, unless you tell me to.
Pushing open the door to the penthouse suite, I kick off my shoes and loosen my tie. I lose my jacket then uncuff the buttons on my sleeves, pushing them up my arms while heading straight for the bar and pouring myself a couple of digits of whisky. Five minutes later, the door opens, and the woman hovers at the threshold, her vibrant jade eyes springing wide, her plump pillowy lips parting as her jaw drops.
I hold up a finger. “Don’t speak a fucking word.” Closing my hand over her wrist, I urge her farther into the penthouse, closing the door behind her. She puts a few steps between us, her head swiveling around to take in the space.
The penthouse exudes luxury, with marble floors and counters, jeweled chandeliers, velvet rugs, and grand mirrors. The best part is the floor-to-ceiling windows that wrap around the entire building, revealing an unobstructed view of the city that’s currently lit by the soft glow of the moonlight. It’s impressive. However, that’s not why we’re here. “I’m going to use you tonight like the naughty little slut you are, do you understand?” I ask, feeling her out.
Her expression is one of surprise before her features soften, making my dick thicken. She hasn’t been doing this job long, ifthe vulnerable doe eyes are any indication. And boy, is she going to earn her money tonight. “Take off your coat but leave the shoes on.” I love a heel, and so does Tristan.
He really is missing out tonight. Her pretty, fat lips part, then she begins to speak. “I don’t think?—”
“Good,” I snap, halting her words. “I don’t want you to think.” I move over to her and yank at the belt keeping her coat closed, making her gulp at my rough handling. “I want you to be a good little whore for me tonight. Tomorrow you can go back to thinking.”
Fucking hell, she’s wearing red lace underwear and nothing else beneath her coat. My eyes skim her luscious curves, my tongue gluing itself to the roof of my mouth as I take in the ivory skin dipping down the valley of her tits.
She wrings her hands and shuffles from foot to foot, unsure of herself, and I like the submissive, innocent vibe she’s giving. It’s a hot contradiction I’m going to exploit and get every drop of pleasure from. She opens her mouth again to speak, but I stop her by swiping my thumb across her thick bottom lip. My cock aches when her tongue darts out to swipe across the pad. “You get to use only four words tonight.” My voice is dripping with lust, eager to get this started. “The first one is, please.” I drop my gaze, looking down into her radiant green orbs. “The second and third are yes and sir.” She waits silently for the fourth, and I smile. She’s going to be such a good girl. “The fourth is your safe word. Do you already have one?”
She’s trembling, a pink blush tinting her skin from the tip of her nose, expanding down her cheeks and neck before creeping over her chest like spilled ink. Fucking hell, I’m going to come before I even get inside her. I’m not sure if her coyness is an act or real, but it doesn’t matter because I want to be inside her while she quivers. “Do I need one?” she eventually asks, roaming her gaze over me.
She sounds sweet, inexperienced. “Yes.” I grasp her face, lowering my head to take her mouth. Sweeping my tongue inside to taste her, she moans, leaning into me and grappling at my shirt like a starving woman. Pre-cum weeps from the tip of my cock. Damn, she tastes incredible, like liquor, cherries, and vanilla ice cream.
Although I don’t make a habit of paying for sex, I’ve been with a few escorts to know this feels different. Most put on a show—fake bravado, feigning horniness—but not this girl. She’s vibrating with need that’s getting under my damn skin.
Pulling back, I try to catch my breath as my eyes drop to her lips, red, and puffy from my mouth. “Safe word,” I urge her. “You say it, and we stop. Okay?”
Her head moves up and down. “Yes.”
“What is your safe word?”
Brow puckered, she looks down at her feet. Clasping her jaw, I tip her head back, forcing her to look up at me. Water glistens in her eyes as she shrugs her coat off, chucking it across the room. “Cousin,” she states firmly. “My safe word is cousin.”
Not one I would use, but to each their own. “Good girl,” I express, and she seems to stand a little taller at my praise. I decide to test her memory. “What are the words you’re allowed to use?”
Her pink tongue swipes across her lip to dampen it, making my already hard cock painfully push against my zipper. “Yes, sir, please, cousin.”
Reaching down, I pinch her nipple through her bra. When she jolts at the contact, I move my mouth there, flicking my tongue against the tight bud hidden beneath the lace to ease the sting. “Get on your knees for me.” Not all escorts sub, but most will do anything if the price is right. She worries her lip but then drops to her knees. “Palms on your thighs.” She followsinstruction well, but that’s not surprising since she’s paid to do so.
Tugging my tie free, I noose it around her neck. Those big green eyes peer up at me, her chest heaving. “Be a good girl for me, and I’ll spread you out and fuck your cunt until your legs shake so hard, you’ll lose the ability to use them.” When her pupils blow wide from my words alone, I debate carving my name into her skin so she never forgets me.
“Yes,” she gasps, licking her lips.
“Yes what?” I rumble, reaching for her hair and giving it a little tug.
Her face is so expressive, I can see her searching her brain for the correct answer before she eventually says, “Yes, sir.”
“Mmmm, good. Come with me.” I tug on the tie until she’s walking on all fours down the hallway to the bedroom. My gaze drifts to her ass, swaying as she crawls, the movement causing saliva to flood my mouth. My cock pulses, seeing she has a fucking tattoo on her right hip. I lean a little to try to see what it is. Is that a fucking cross? She’s religious, and tonight she’ll be praying for forgiveness after I make her sin over and over again, choking on those prayers around my cock. Tonight, she’s letting the devil in.
Once we enter the bedroom, I still in front of her stalling her own movements, and she sits back, palms on her knees. She’s a natural. With her eyes dilated and body shuddering, I’m going to use her to feed my hunger, devouring her until we’re both too full to take anymore. Stroking a hand down her cheek, I smudge her lipstick with my thumb. Pushing past her lips, I shove my thumb in and out of her mouth. “You’re fucking beautiful,” I tell her, surprising us both. She bites on her inner cheek, her brow furrowing. I smack her face gently, making her inhale sharply. “Don’t,” I warn her. She doesn’t fucking know how stunning she is. That should be a crime. “You’re beautiful,” I tell her again.Moisture fills her eyes and trickles over, dampening her cheeks. I swipe up one of her tears and bring the wetness to my lips, sucking it clean. “So fucking sweet.” I tell her, unbuttoning my slacks. “I want to fuck you dirty, soak you in sin, Angel.”
Walking around her body, I slip a hand over her shoulder blade and down her spine, unhooking her bra. It falls loose, slipping down her arms. Her skin is so soft and receptive, goose bumps rising where I touch. “Hands behind your back,” I order, pride filling me when she instantly obeys. I use the bra to bind her hands, my dick begging to be free when I move back around her body. Her heavy tits rise and fall, the dark pink nipples hard and desperate for contact. “Open your mouth.” She does, and I pull my cock free. Fast, needy pants wisp from her lips, her eyes darting up to mine as she shuffles a little toward me. “You’re so hungry, aren’t you, Angel? Whose been starving you?”
I tease her lips with the pre-cum glimmering on the head of my cock. I wait for her to stop me, but when she doesn’t, I ignore all my own rules of wrapping my cock and push into her mouth raw. She greedily accepts me, gagging on my length while sucking and slurping around me, hollowing her cheeks. She’s inexperienced, her movements sloppy and uncoordinated, but it only makes me harder. Twisting a fist in her hair, I fuck her mouth, willing myself not to come as she cries, taking all my girth like a good little slut. I piston my hips in and out of her throat, ramming all the way down before tightening the tie for a few seconds to feel her throat close against my length. When I pull free, she gasps for air as I stroke my cock. Heat races up my spine, my balls drawing up as my cum spurts over her face, painting her flesh in our sin. “Look what you made me do,” I tsk gruffly, a shiver shaking my limbs. Shit. I haven’t come that fast in a long time.
