Page 39 of Good Girl
Vance’s grin surely matches my own as we watch her. She’s naked—my favorite view—with excitement emanating from her.
She takes out the first box, placing the stocking on the coffee table, her eyes dancing over the red bow and her teeth puncturing her plump bottom lip as she rattles it, making Vance wince. Pulling at the ribbon, it flutters to the floor as she tears at the silver paper until she finds the jewelry box beneath. Clicking it open, her green eyes grow wide.
“Jewelry?” She shakes her head, sending her curls bouncing. “No, that’s too much.” Her fingers pluck out the little hooped rings with a diamond cross hanging from each of them.
“They reminded me of your tattoo,” Vance explains, taking an earring from her, clasping her earlobe, and fixing the earring in place before repeating the steps with her other ear. The diamonds capture the light and sparkle. “Perfect.”
His lids become heavy as he watches her strut to the mirror hanging behind the bar where she stands on her tiptoes to peer into it. “Oh my god, they’re so gorgeous, Vance!”
Vance looks to me, and I nod. “That’s one word for it.” I reply, gazing at her. She is beauty personified. My obsession.
“I feel bad,” she pouts. “I didn’t get either of you anything.”
When Vance summons her with an outstretched hand, she strolls back to us, her tits bouncing with her movement, drawing our attention to her rosy budding nipples. He cocoons her in his arms as soon as she’s within reach. “You’re all the gift we need, Angel.”
“Open another,” I tell her, eager to see more excitement on her face and jewels on her body. She should be a fucking model for jewelers everywhere.
Handing her another box, she tears through the ribbon and wrapping paper. When she sees what’s inside, her ass drops to the couch, her mouth falling open.
“These can’t be real.” She winds the diamond necklace through her fingers. It’s a choke chain with a hoop on one end and a cross on the other that’s pushed through the hoop, the arms of the cross preventing the chain from parting. I see her mind ticking, trying to understand how it will hang. My cock is throbbing in beat with my pulse at the images firing through my brain of her wearing it.
Scoffing, Vance takes the chain from her and places it over her head, settling it around her neck before slipping the hoop up the chain a little so the cross sits right between her tits.“We would never cheapen you with anything that wasn’t real, Angel.”
I lean forward, clasping the cross in my grip then tugging until the hoop slides farther up the chain so it pulls taut against her throat. The shock in her eyes combined with the diamond chain digging into her delectable skin awakens every cell inside of me, blood rushing through my veins and tiny hairs lifting all over my skin.
Keeping the cross portion of the chain in my hand, I urge her forward. She has no choice but to oblige, and if her tongueflicking out to dampen her bottom lip is any indication, I don’t think she minds.
I lower myself until I’m sitting on the heels of my feet, keeping her restrained.
“On all fours for your next gift, Angel.” Vance points to the ground before he kneels beside her, running a hand down her spine, encouraging her.
Not taking her eyes off me, she presses her palms to the rug beneath her, her pupils expanding, swallowing the green depths. Vance takes another box from her stocking, holding it in front of her mouth.
“Pull the ribbon with your teeth.” Complying with his order, she closes her bite over the red silk, then he pulls the box toward him, loosening the ribbon.
Unwrapping the box for her, he lifts the lid, and her eyes dip to see the prize inside. “Is that like the balls you put inside me?” She peers down at the glass, acorn-shaped butt plug. The flared base has a beautiful diamond-encrusted angel pendant that will dangle between her peach-like cheeks once it’s in place.
“This…” He plucks it from the box, “is for your precious ass.” Her breathing picks up. “Take Daddy’s cock out.”
She reaches for me, yanking my shorts down my hips so my cock springs free, stiff and aching for her. “Such a good girl.” Bottom lip clamped between her teeth, she lights up at his praise. “Take him in your mouth.”
He looks at me, and I hand him her chain before placing my hands on my knees, palms facing up. When a throaty approval rattles in the back of his throat, my cock jumps. Poppy giggles before closing her juicy lips over my glistening, swollen tip, tasting me with a delicious whimper.
Flattening her tongue against my shaft, she pushes down my Jacob’s ladder sending a shockwave of euphoria to my balls.“Fuck, Poppy. Suck Daddy’s cock, just like that,” I groan huskily, flexing my hips.
When she takes me all the way to the back of her throat, Vance tightens her chain, and I feel her windpipe constrict against my cock. She stays there with me, so deep I fear she’ll choke to death before he releases her. When he does, she rapidly pulls up, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m going to come!” I bellow as Vance grips her hair, keeping her in place.
“Don’t swallow,” he orders, dropping her chain. My hot cum paints the inside of her mouth until I’m shuddering with nothing left. “So good, taking Daddy’s cock.” He runs his hand through her curls, caressing her cheek.
Holding the butt plug by the flared base, Vance puts it to her mouth. “Spill.”
Seeing my cum dribble from her lips like icing over a cake has my cock beginning to grow again. “You’re both so fucking perfect.” When he brings the plug to his lips to catch the dripping cum that leaks over his fingers before moving behind her, my dick gets so hard, I could hammer nails with it. “Take a breath, Angel.”
She inhales, watching me with the remnants of my spunk coating her luscious lips as he moves behind her. Arching her back, she moans and drops her head.
“Fuck,” he grunts, standing to rid himself of his shorts. My mouth goes dry, watching his muscles work as he moves the coffee table to the other side of the room before returning to us and lying on the rug.
“On the couch, Tristan.” I jump up at his command, sitting on the couch, palms up beside me. With his feet toward me and his penetrating gaze searing into Poppy, I have the perfect view of his naked form. “Crawl to your master, Angel. Show Daddy that perfect ass, all dressed up for Christmas.
