Page 59 of Good Girl

Was this what heaven was supposed to feel like?

By the time the toys were finally pulled away from my body, I was a mess. My thigh muscles quivered on their own and the rest of my limbs felt like utter jelly. My pussy was so sensitive that it pulsed in time to my rapid heartbeat, and my skin was awash with a heat that wouldn’t cool. My breasts ached, and my lips were swollen from so many eager kisses that ended far too soon, in my opinion.

I was happy, utterly sated, and my mind was so quiet, free of any concern or anxiety. This had to be complete bliss, and I was so here for it.

“How are you feeling, Charlotte?” Samuel’s gentle face appeared before me, and I smiled lazily. Happy.

“Cared for,” I replied in a voice that seemed disconnected from me. I was floating and not ready to return to Earth.

“Good.” Derek appeared on the other side of me, his dark eyes pinning me in place and providing gravity I didn’t know I needed. “Because I’m not finished.”

Hands touched all over my body, and they unlocked the soft leather cuffs keeping my wrists and ankles at bay. I didn’t have the energy to move my limbs, but I didn’t need to. Those strong hands gripped me, and I was being moved around on the table like I was a doll. It sent my pounding heart fluttering in my chest, and I licked my lips with a soft groan.

“Every... part of me feels dialed up to a hundred,” I murmured. Matt’s large hand cupped my face and tilted my head up enough that he could press a long, heated kiss to my lips.

“Good?” he whispered against my mouth.

“Oh, yes,” I whispered back.

He vanished, and then a broad, warm chest pressed against my back. I was maneuvered into a lap—Samuel’s lap. It became clear when his deep, warm voice murmured in my ear. His strong arms wrapped around my waist, and just as I was settled, his thick, hard cock nudged against my ass.

He speared me open like a hot knife through butter. My body was soft and pliable thanks to Derek’s talented fingers, and I could do nothing but arch back into Samuel with a long, drawn-out groan. He filled every inch of me, stretching me wide, and with no thoughts to distract me, all I focused on was his cock.

Until Samuel held my trembling thighs open with his strong hands and Matt slipped between them. Matt grasped my waist and his head dipped down. He pressed a few tender kisses to my throat as my head tipped back against Samuel’s shoulders, and I moaned softly using what little strength I had left to reach for him. Matt was incredibly muscular, and I wanted to touch every broad inch of him, but the best I could muster was clutching his forearms.

His broad cock pressed into my pussy in one swift move, and I threw myself back into Samuel with a noiseless scream. One cock had filled me to the brim, but two? There surely wasn’t enough space inside me for air, not with the two of them spreading me wide and filling me so full that I would surely burst. I was trapped between them, impaled and wrapped in coils of never-ending strong arms and gentle, caressing hands.

Just as Derek lazily crossed my mind, he appeared next to me. Standing on the table in all his naked glory, his thick cock stood out proudly from his athletic body. One hand stroked across the shaft of his cock, and I didn’t need to hear any instruction. My lips parted willingly, hungry to please Derek as I was pleasing the others.

Derek’s cock slipped past my lips while Samuel and Matt began to move. I had no strength left to aid their actions, but they were in full control of my body and theirs. Their grips tightened, and I was moved back and forth between them much like the puppet Derek had affectionately mentioned on our first encounter. Derek’s warm hands slipped into my sweat-dampened hair and gripped firmly enough to keep my head steady. I moaned softly, and my eyes fluttered closed.

There was nothing but their hot bodies writhing against mine and their cocks filling me deeply from every angle. Muscles complained, and the fire in my core was nothing but struggling embers, and still, tingling pleasure began to build as they fucked me. Each time Matt pulled back, Samuel plunged deep, and they rocked together while Derek plunged into my throat, but not as deep as I was used to. I craved more and more, drunk on the pleasurable sensations. My fingers flexed against Matt’s arms, and he groaned softly, his lips weaving a path over my collarbone. Samuel grunted and moaned in my ear, and above me, Derek’s pleasure-laced pants drifted down.

I was completely consumed and in love, treated like the most precious thing in the world, and I never wanted it to end.

I lost track of how long we existed like this, but Matt’s thrusts were growing more frantic by the second. Samuel’s grunts were deeper, and Derek’s hands tightened in my hair as he began to thrust further into my throat. My moans were lost within each movement, and I could only show my desire by clutching desperately at whoever’s hand I could reach. Pleasure built inside me like a fire, scorching every nerve with a heat so intense I couldn’t settle, and I had no control over my limbs to escape the inferno.

I could do nothing but experience.

“Fuck,” Matt grunted. “Charlotte... you beauty!” Warmth rushed inside me, flooding deep into my core, and then Matt’s climaxing moans reached my ears. He shuddered against me and his forehead fell against my breastbone. Another rush of heat swept through me, and Samuel groaned deeply in my ear. My mind burst into starlight, hot and bright as my own orgasm was wrung out of me like the last droplets of desire from an over-squeezed bottle. Every muscle tightened, and I arched back into Samuel as Derek thrust his cock deep and held himself there.

Breathing was impossible. I was surrounded by them, all I could smell and taste and feel. It was heaven. Derek came down my throat with a rough moan, and his hips quivered against me. A few pulses and he pulled back, his seed spilling over my tongue, and I swallowed him down desperately.

When he pulled free of my lips, I sagged down into Samuel’s arms as the last warm waves of my climax wove through my tired body. My eyelids were heavy, and even my pounding heart was slowing down to a more sluggish rate.

I could sleep for a week.

Derek’s hand cupped my face and his thumb swiped over my lower lip. My eyes fluttered as I sought out his face, and then the brisk cold of an ice chip slipped into my mouth. I suckled on it gratefully, and Derek’s warm smile ignited a deep yearning in my chest.

Was this love? Could I be in love with more than one person at a time, or was it just infatuation with the sex? I couldn’t tell, and I wasn’t even sure I wanted to.

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“Puta pad or two into the freezer for a couple of hours.” Angel smiled at me. “Trust me. Wear two pairs of panties with it in between, and your cooch will be soothed.”

I stood before her, redressed but tired and swaying slightly on my feet. Derek was fixed to my side as Matt filled in a form at the desk, and Samuel lingered nearby with his gaze fixed on me.

“Two pairs?” I repeated.

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