Page 7 of Good Girl

I could picture him above me, his dark eyes pinning me in place as he fucked me hard and fast and yet never forgetting to play with my clit. I could smell the subtle vanilla as he leaned down to kiss me and slide his tongue into my mouth, and I could taste the desire upon his lips.

“Fuck!” I gasped softly and arched my hips into the unrelenting vibrations of the toy. The closer I got to orgasm, the wilder my fantasy became. Me on my hands and knees with Derek taking me from behind, his hands gripping my breasts as he thrust his cock between my tits, Derek fucking me in the ass with his hands around my throat and his powerful, calming voice telling me I was the best fuck he’d ever had.

I came suddenly, wrapped in a powerful orgasm with a silent cry and my whole body rolling in a shudder. For a few long seconds, I was suspended as warmth blossomed in my core, then I sagged down onto the bed, panting as the waves of pleasure pulsed through me. Each wave caused me to jolt slightly, and I kept the toy pressed to my clit for as long as I dared.

Derek wouldn’t stop so easily, I'd bet. He’d hold it against me until I was begging for relief.

I stayed like that for a few seconds before turning the toy off and, panting, I set it aside on the bedside table.

Fuck.

That was intense.

The quiet emptiness of my room slowly came back to me as reality set in, but in the warm fantasy of my mind, Derek had already bundled me up in his muscular arms to cuddle me to sleep.

A girl could dream.

4

DEREK

“That’s it,” I coaxed into the silence of my room. “Take it like a good girl.”

My right hand stroked swiftly over the length of my cock, gripping tighter at the base on the way up and twisting slightly to the left on each stroke down. I knew exactly how to make the most of my pleasure, but this wasn’t about me, not exactly.

With my other arm braced on the door frame, I had my eyes closed, and my mind was filled with the woman I wanted on her knees in front of me, taking my cock as deep down her throat as I could slide it.

And then some.

Charlotte, her name was. That beautiful woman hadn’t left my thoughts since I’d glimpsed her in Club Tango last night. Having her turn up in my first class of the day had been more of a surprise than I had bargained for, but it had given me two whole hours to admire her from afar.

I knew every detail of her pretty face, from her cute apple cheeks and sparkling green eyes right down to the sexy heart-shaped slope of her mouth.

A mouth I wanted to be stretched wide around my cock right this instant. The fantasy filled my head, and I clung to it with every bit of focus I could spare as I worked my hand over my cock. Her eyes fluttered closed, her pretty lips stretched so wide and her mouth stuffed with my cock as she knelt before me, hungry for everything I could give her. I wanted to hear her choke each time I cut off her air, wanted to feel her trembling gasps as I slid my hands into her long blonde hair and held her there at my mercy.

Her gorgeous curls were long enough that I was sure I could get a good grip on her and hold her in place just for me.

My hand began to move faster at the thought, and my head fell forward to rest on my forearm, my breaths coming in short, sharp pants. I wanted to look down and see her emerald eyes swimming with tears, staring up at me as my cock stuffed her throat full. I wanted to feel her fingernails grazing my thighs as she fought to be obedient andtakeeverything I was giving her.

I wanted to see the mix of trust and desperation in her eyes as I pushed her to her limits, then the relief as I pulled back and allowed her to breathe.

“Fuck,” I groaned, and my hips began to jolt into my grip. It was good, but it wasn’t enough. I wantedher.

Her gorgeous, curvaceous body bound open to sate my hunger. I wanted to feel her begging whispers against my skin as I spanked her ass raw. I wanted to taste her juices as I toyed with her and brought her closer and closer to an orgasm only I could grant. I wanted to hear her gasp and moan and cry. I wanted to hear her scream as I molded her with my cane and flogger, and then I wanted to feel her gorgeous pussy cling to my fingers like I was her fucking lifeline.

I wanted her to bemine.

A single stroke later, and the sheer thought of her coming from my games triggered my own orgasm, and I came hard with a muffled cry. I sank my teeth into my forearm, silencing my own deep moans as my cock twitched and I painted the waiting tissue with my cum.

“F-Fuck!”

I stroked myself hard through each trembling pulse of pleasure that swept through me, then I sagged against the door frame with a deep, satisfied sigh.

I bet her tits were fucking glorious too.

Granting myself a few seconds to linger, I didn’t move until I was certain I had wrung every drop of cum from my cock, and then I quickly cleaned up the tissues and tossed them into the bin.

Wanking over a student probably wasn’t thesmartestdecision I’ve ever made, but it was just a fantasy, a sexy dream between me and myself. Padding into the bedroom, I dressed quickly in the jeans and T-shirt I had set out before my shower, and by the time I had secured myself with a belt and raked a comb through my curls, the front door of our apartment clattered open.

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