Page 73 of Such a Good Girl

For a moment at least.

Because in seconds, his cock was at attention again and he was making his way back down my body. He grabbed my face in his hands, his eyes stormy and dark as he spoke. “Kaylee, that was amazing. But I need to be inside of you now.”

His cock slid inside of me with ease, my thighs wrapping around him like they knew they were home.

He didn’t go slow.

He didn’t take his time.

He fucked me, hard and long and fast. His raging cock hit deeply with each thrust. His body slammed into mine with all his might, the forceitscooting us both across the carpet as I whimpered helplessly below him.

I let him have me, let him take me, submitted to the very power of his cock as I watched him above me. His face was stoic, his eyes raging with lust, his body was full of tension and had one focused mission — fucking me with the wildest abandon I’d ever witnessed.

I lost myself in his delicious assault, his cock sliding against my g-spot with each savage thrust, my pussy contracting and releasing over and over in a series of rolling orgasms that left me a writhing, quivering mess.

“That’s it, baby, come all over my cock, that’s it, good girl.” His eyes darkened as he watched me, keeping the pace up as he fucked me through the pleasure rushing over me. When the waves subsided, and my breath returned, he slowed slightly, allowing me a moment’s respite, before picking up the pace and starting all over.

His eyes gleamed with dark desire, his lips finding mine as he kissed me deeply, his hips rolling seductively as he hit every delicious spot. I opened my thighs wider, needing him, wanting him, even deeper. He’d woken something up inside of me, leaving me wide open for my darkest desires to break through.

He broke the kiss, looking down at me briefly before grabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing my palm seductively. His eyes bored into mine as he continued thrusting his cock in and out of my pulsing pussy.

“Kaylee,” he growled. “Tell me I can keep you.”

His words made my heart swell.

“I’m yours,” I whispered to him, lost in the darkness of his eyes, in the promise of his words, in the beauty of how he made me feel.

He thrust into me harder. “That’s right,” he growled, sucking on one of my fingers. “And this pussy? It’s mine, too, isn’t it?”

I gasped, my pussy contracting around his twitching cock. “Yes, West, yes…baby, yes….”

“Say it, Little Rose!” he commanded.

My heart raced, my pulse pounding savagely through my veins, as he slammed into me again. I gasped at the force of his hips against mine.

“I- I- My pussy is yours, West…”

I had no idea what I was doing.

Promising myself, my pussy, to this man.

But there were no other answers to his questions but ‘yes’.

I knew it.

West knew it.

And when West came deep inside of me, his orgasm swelling up inside of him until he was roaring over the edge of ecstasy, I also knew that there was no going back.

I belonged to West now, for as long as he wanted me.

ChapterTwenty-Three

WEST

Jaded and bored was how New York City usually left me. But spending time there with Kaylee changed everything.

We were only there for two days, but she managed to make everything brighter and more fun. Skipping most of the fancy shit, I took her to Katz’s for lunch, and to a little Mom and Pop Italian joint in Queens that my friend Nancy had turned me onto a few years ago. The quality was still just as superb and the owners knew me by name now.

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