Page 18 of Good Girl

“Lean into the feeling,” I whispered. “Let it guide you.”

Charlotte’s head fell back, fully lying back on the desk, and I covered her with the shadow of my body. She was mine and mine alone to admire. I teased my fingertips gently through her folds, from her clit down to her hole. My fingers were soaked in seconds, and I could only dream of how wet she would get if we had a proper session together.

Back up to her clit, I began to tease in a circular motion, changing direction each time Charlotte’s eyes fluttered up at me. Her body tensed like a wave underneath mine, and her thighs quickly closed around my wrist.

“Good?”

“Yes,” she whimpered softly. “Strange... It feels strange but good.”

I could remember the first time a woman touched my cock. Having someone else tease pleasure out of you could be a strange but welcoming sensation, so I kept my strokes slow and controlled. Charlotte’s thighs relaxed after a beat, and her hips rose up to press into my fingers as I stroked back down her folds. With gentle circles, I started to stroke just outside her entrance while my thumb took over the teasing stimulation of her clit.

“Talk to me,” I whispered down to her, and those stunning emerald eyes locked onto mine. “Tell me how it feels.”

“It’s...” Charlotte stammered, and her eyes fluttered once more. “It’s good. It’s really good.” She was growing breathless, the flush down her body darkening a fraction, and I wanted to bury my face in her ample tits just to soak up the heat of her body. I resisted for now. Doing so would interrupt my focus on her pussy and her pleasure.

“Tell me what you need.”

“What I need?”

“Do you want me inside you?” I clarified, and I leaned down to gently brush my nose against hers. It caught her attention, and her eyes focused back on me.

“Yes.” Her nervous admittance was followed by my sinking my two soaked fingers into her pussy and pressing my thumb down hard against her clit.

Charlotte yelped, then removed one hand from my shirt to slap it over her mouth. Her eyes were wide and her rosy cheeks shone.

I began to pump my fingers in and out of her, all the while ensuring that my thumb relentlessly teased her clit. Hard strokes of the pad, flicks of my nail, and constant friction went hand in hand with the flick of my wrist thrusting my fingers inside her.

Charlotte’s entire body reacted, rolling like a wave across my desk, and once again, her thighs closed around my hand. That didn’t stop me, though, and I increased the pace of my fingers as her slick juices ran down my hand.

“Oh,” Charlotte whined behind her fingers, a muffled sound that I didn’t mind right now. If we were at home, I’d make her scream.

Charlotte gasped and writhed, then suddenly, she went completely still and her pussy clamped down around my fingers like a hot vise. The sweetest moan suddenly spilled from her throat, and her eyes screwed closed, then the walls of her pussy rippled firmly around my fingers.

She came? That wasfast.

“Good girl,” I praised, and Charlotte whined. “Sorry, should I say bad girl?”

Charlotte shook her head back and forth on the desk as I continued to pump my fingers and aid her through her orgasm. By the time she relaxed, panting, my hand was soaked but I was satisfied.

And it wasn’t over.

“My turn.” I pulled my hand free of her thighs and rounded and dropped into my seat behind my desk. Watching her, touching her, and feeling her against me had built up my arousal so quickly that my cock wasachingin my pants and I wasn’t about to go untouched.

“I...” Charlotte gasped, then she very slowly sat up. “That was...”

“On your knees, Charlotte,” I instructed a little sharper. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

She turned to look at me over her shoulder, and her eyes were wide, slightly glazed from the pleasure still lingering in her body. I half expected her to refuse, but to my utter awe, Charlotte slid from the desk and settled her beautiful, curvaceous body right between my spread legs.

“I–I’ve never—”

“Just follow my instructions,” I interrupted her. “Andtrustme.”

Charlotte nodded.

I unzipped my pants and wriggled down the cotton of my boxers to free my aching cock. Her eyes went wide the moment it sprang free, and her pink tongue darted out to swipe at her lower lip.

“Open your mouth and relax your throat like you’re about to hum. Breathe when you can, not when you want to,” I instructed. “I’m going to fuck your throat the way it deserves to be fucked, understand?”

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