Page 27 of Good Girl
I take them from him then inhale deeply, my senses enveloped by her intoxicating scent.
Mine.
Stuffing the lace into my pocket, I track his path back to Poppy as my stomach clenches and my balls draw up, my cock stiffening. Needing to be closer, I sidle up next to Poppy, Vance nods his approval at me.
Back on one knee, he lifts her foot and places it on his leg, her dress parting once more, baring her sweet pussy for us. Dragging his hand up her thigh, her breath catches, and I hold mine when he looks up at me, instructing, “Join me, Tristan.”
Laying my hand over his, he teases the seam of her pussy before together, we both slip a finger inside her. We all moan in unison as we fuck her with our joined fingers, her cunt making wet, delicious, teasing sounds.
When her lips part, my heart hammers against my ribcage, unable to resist touching my lips to hers. I kiss her deep, sweeping my tongue inside her mouth, devouring her taste, owning her mouth. Vance pulls our fingers free. I reluctantly break our kiss as he holds his finger up to her. “Taste how needy your cunt is for us, Angel.”
Fuck, I’m going to come already.
Circling her small hands around each of our wrists, she brings the glistening digits to her mouth, green eyes bouncing between us as she sucks us in deep, like they’re our cocks. The sight alone has my real cock throbbing.
“So perfect,” Vance rumbles, and I nod in agreement.
“Put the eggs inside her, Vance.” He chuckles at my eager request.
Popping our fingers from her mouth, she motions down to her pussy, “They go in there?”
Taking the balls in his hand, Vance moves them to her opening then pushes them inside her. With a gasp, she shifts her hips, teeth plunging into her bottom lip. “That’s it?” she asks, peering down at the latex tab suspending an inch from her hole so the balls can easily be removed
Nodding, Vance lowers her foot to the ground. “Are you ready to leave?” he asks.
When she scrunches her nose like an adorable princess, I tuck the curtain of her hair over her shoulder.
“Once we get there we will wait right outside, unless you want us to come in with you?” I try to keep my enthusiasm over that idea out of my voice but fail.
“You’re too good to me.” She reaches up on her tiptoes, kissing my lips.
There’s a hint of her own pussy on her mouth from sucking my fingers before, my brain short circuits, and I dive my tongue in, wanting to eat her cunt.
When Vance’s body pushes against us, his tongue swiping against the sides of our mouths, she breaks from me to offer him her open mouth before returning to me.
How beautifully we fucking dance.
I moan into her mouth, hauling her body into mine so I can feel her tits against my chest.
Eventually, she breaks away and giggles, shaking her head. “We should go.” She says breathlessly before adding, “So we can hurry up and get back home.”
Like an electric current passing through me, everything inside me lights up, forcing every nerve ending to life. I flash her a smile with all my teeth as I slip my hand into hers, lacing our fingers. She beams right back at me, and the hole that’s existed in my chest as long as I can remember stitches together urging it closed.
FOURTEEN
Poppy
Every step I take, I feel those pleasure balls that Vance put inside me massage against my inner walls, right where my G-spot is located. Heat has become a permanent pool in my lower stomach. My ears heat at the thought of having no underwear on as I walk down the corridor to Josh’s and my apartment.
Vance said he would buzz to check on me after a while. I think he meant buzz my phone–I pray he didn’t mean buzz up to the apartment. I don’t want to have to explain to Josh who Vance is. Tristan didn’t want me to come in alone, but explaining to Josh why my boss has accompanied me would be awkward as hell. Even thinking of Tristan as my boss doesn’t feel right anymore. He’s so much more.
In all my life, I’ve never felt more treasured than I have the last few days. It’s addicting, and my heart wants to go all in, but there’s fear that this is temporary. I’ll eventually have to leave, and what if they only want me for this short time period? Maybe they’ll go back to their lives without me once I’m gone from their apartment?
A whoosh of air hits me as the front door opens, the gust separating my dress. I quickly snap the fabric together, Josh’swide brown eyes tracing a path up my body before they narrow, and his brow puckers. “You’re late,” he announces like I didn’t just flash him my pussy.
“Yeah, I got held up.” I ignore the little dress mishap and vow to add a couple of stitches to this dress before I wear it again. Along with panties, bras, little silk nighties, and some makeup, there were five dresses in the shopping bags Tristan brought me.
“You look lovely.” He gives me a tight smile while offering me inside with a wave of his hand, which annoys me. I lived here last week, and all my belongings are still here, so I shouldn’t need to be invited inside. I can come and go as I please. I paid my share of the damn rent.
