Page 38 of Good Girl
“That woman is gone, though? Because you may like to share, but I don’t.” Her stern tone has my cock twitching with glee, loving her jealousy.
“You’ll never have to see her again,” Tristan assures her, pulling her to her feet and out of the room.
“My things,” she says, attempting to tug free from him.
“We’ll buy you new things,” he replies, not releasing her. She giggles when he scoops her up in a bridal hold and marches out of the apartment.
NINETEEN
Tristan
Staring at Poppy—curled up next to Vance, sleeping in my bed—steals the breath straight from my lungs. I stalk her like a lion strutting to a feast then nuzzle her neck.
“Good morning,” I murmur into her skin and inhale her scent, loving the vanilla shit she lathers her skin in.
Stretching like a cat, she beams at me. “Morning.”
“Are you sure it’s morning?” Vance cracks open an eye and throws his arm around Poppy’s waist, dragging her back against his body.
“It’s Christmas morning.” I pull the duvet off of them when they attempt to snuggle and close their eyes. Both complain and reach for the duvet, but I’m fast, flinging it to the rug at the end of the bed.
“I have a gift for you, Poppy.” That gets her attention, pushing out of Vance’s embrace she crawls onto my lap.
“Is it big, hard, and full of jewelry?” she asks in an airy breath, dropping her eyes to where my cock tents my shorts. Fuck, now I wish I’d tied a ribbon to my cock.
Her hand slips down my bare chest then continues lower. “Because that’s what I asked for.” She giggles, and I grab her hand before she can wrap it around the wrong gift
Getting to my feet, I hoist her over my shoulder, making her squeal. I slap her bare ass, loving her shocked intake of breath. From this angle, I can smell her pussy, and it’s making me hungry.
“Are you coming, lazy ass?” I throw over my other shoulder to Vance.
“Did you get me a gift?”
I quickly spin around to answer him, melodic laughter spilling from Poppy at the speed. “Our gift is a joint gift this year,” I tell him, using my fingers to part Poppy’s pussy lips, flashing him her slick, wet hole. I move my hand farther up to her ass then use both hands to spread her ass cheeks, balancing her body on my broad shoulder. “Or do you want this one?”
He leaps off the bed and comes to stand in front of me, pushing a finger into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it, and his eyes darken. I release his finger, then we repeat the process when he adds his pinky to my mouth before biting his lip and nodding for me to spread her cheeks again. When he pushes his index finger in her ass and his pinky into her dripping cunt, her little gasp makes my cock ache to be inside her, desire unfurling like fire in my gut and balls.
“Why have one when you can take both?” He grins at me, capturing my lips for a punishing kiss while pumping his fingers into our girl.
“More.” She braces her hands on my hips, lifting her body slightly.
Vance breaks our kiss and snorts. “Such a greedy little slut.” He leans over her ass to dribble his spit down her crease, letting it gather around his finger, still knuckle-deep inside her. Pulling out, he adds a second finger to her ass, and she moans.
“You like me in your ass, Angel?”
“Yes,” she replies instantly.
“Your other gifts first,” I announce, backing her up so his fingers slip free. A smile stretches my lips when she whines like a spoiled princess.
Vance slaps her ass as I walk her down the hallway to the living room, placing her on her feet.
There’s a red stocking filled with a few small gifts we put out last night on the fire mantel, each box complete with red bows—just like the one she wore when I first tasted her. A shiver races up my spine at the memory.
“You really got me gifts?” she says in awe, her spectacular eyes sparkling.
She picks up the stocking, reading the words stitched across the white fur trim.
Good Girl
