Page 7 of Good Girl
“I’m sorry, sir,” she says, squirming. My cock twitches, needing inside her. It’s not the words we agreed on, but I’ll takethem any day. Lifting her, I toss her onto the bed, relishing in the way her tits bounce and her hair fans out like wings around her. I reach for the fabric of her panties then snap the material, wrenching them from her body and stuffing them into my pocket.These are mine.
“Spread those fucking legs,” I demand “Show me your needy cunt.” When she hesitates, I slap her thigh hard enough to leave a print, the sound piercing through the air. She startles and opens her legs. Gleaming, pink perfection greets me. She’s clean shaven, and without even touching her, I can see she’s tight.
Fuck me.
Dropping to my knees, I wrap my arms around her thighs and drag her to my mouth, feasting on her pussy like it’s a peach, and I’m in the desert, desperate for the juice I know she’s going to give me. I devour her lips, clit, and hole, licking, sucking, kissing until she’s arching off the bed, her skin shining with a dusting of sweat. “Yes, yes!” she screams. “Please, yes, yes, yes!”
“Eyes on me,” I bark when her eyes squeeze shut, caressing a palm up her torso and pinching her nipple. Her glassy gaze peers down at me. Her eyes are full of wonder, curiosity, her cresting pleasure a living, breathing entity in the room, consuming us both. I’ve never performed oral sex on an escort before, but she’s making me break all my rules tonight. Once she settles down from her first of many orgasms I’m going to wring from her body, I flip her over, dragging her ass up. I lower my lips, eating her ass and fucking her sinful hole with my tongue making her quiver.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” There’s no god here, Angel.
Getting to my feet, I admire her ass, her head buried in the mattress, hands still bound behind her. “Stay on your knees.” I brush a hand down her thigh, slipping a condom out of my pocket, I tear it open and glide it down my shaft.
“Yes.” she whimpers.
I slap between her legs, the wetness there coating my palm. She cries out, and I give her another spank, making sure I hit the sensitive clit. Sobs rack her body, and I smirk. “Yes, what?”
I smack her ass this time before bending down to bite the plump flesh, leaving red tooth prints. “Yes sir, please.”
My cock strains. “Do you want my cock in that wet fucking hole of yours?”
“Yes,” Her tits rise and fall as she pulls in gulps of air.
I lean over her body to grab a handful of her hair, tugging her head off the mattress. “Yes what?” Frustration has my molars crashing together. The instant I push two fingers into her cunt, she dilutes like melting snow over a fire.
“Oh god, sir, please.”
“Mmmm, close enough,” I tease, slipping my fingers out of her and lining up my cock. “Do you want it hard or soft?”
“Please,” she cries.
“Tell me,” I demand with another slap to her skin. “Hard or soft?”
“Hard,” she sobs. “I need it.”
“Yes, you are a naughty little slut who needs to be fucked hard. Owned. I fucking own you tonight.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me to fuck your naughty little hole.”
“Please!”.
I ram in up to the hilt, hissing from the snug fit. Forcing her farther up the mattress, I give her no mercy as I fuck her hard. I know I should slow down—I’m going to leave bruises— but she doesn’t use her safe word. She takes everything I have to give and begs for more like a perfect fucking angel.
“Oh god. I’m coming,” she wails.
“A-fucking-men.”
FOUR
Poppy
Ibat at the air, trying to shut up the ringing penetrating my dreams, until I realize it’s my phone. I jolt awake and stumble from the hotel bed, rushing through the penthouse to find my coat and dig my phone out.
“Hello?” I say, my throat raw and raspy from sleep.
“Poppy?” Shit. It’s Mr. Carter.
