Page 116 of His Good Girl

I leaned down, my mouth near Avery’s ear. “Did you hear that?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, her voice shaking.

“Do you think he knows my cock is buried deep in your tight little ass? That I’ve been fucking you while I’ve been on the phone with him? That you’re such a needy little slut that you need your ass fucked twice in one day?”

She moaned softly, her ass clenching around me. I began thrusting again, harder and faster now, pounding into her as I chased my own release. She cried out and I fucked her faster. I wanted to leave her good and sore so that she remembered she was mine now.

“Are you going to sit in our meeting knowing your ass is full of my cum?” I growled.

“Yes, sir,” she gasped. “Oh, God, pleeeease.”

I came with a groan, pumping deep inside her ass, marking her again, claiming her in the way I’d wanted to all day. When I finished, I slowly withdrew, watching my cum leak from her well-used hole.

“Stay there,” I ordered, zipping up quickly.

I moved to the bathroom, cleaned myself, and returned to find her still bent over the desk, her assfullyexposed. I took a moment to admire the view—my cum dripping from her, her skin flushed, her body relaxed and satisfied.

Then I helped her stand and turned her to face me. Her eyes were glazed, her lips parted, her whole body loose in the way that told me I’d fucked her thoroughly.

“Spread your legs.”

She did, her thighs parting slightly.

“Good girl,” I murmured, my hand moving between her legs. I rubbed her pussy gently, then smacked it lightly, making her gasp.

“That’s for being so tempting all day,” I told her.

Then I spanked her pussy several more times hard enough to sting, watching her eyes glaze. I wanted her sweet little pussy bright pink.I wanted her to feel my touch every time she sat down or shifted in a chair.She yelped several more times before I grabbed her pussy with my hand and rubbed her clit vigorously with my thumb.

“Come for me like my good girl,” I ordered, and she immediately obeyed me, a soft cry escaping her as she came on my hand. Her hips rode my hand, undulating back and forth and I savored every moment of her climax. When she stilled, panting, I reached into my desk and pulled out a package.

“A gift,” I said, handing her the wrapped skirt I’d bought for her yesterday. “It’s another black pencil skirt.I made sure that it was appropriate for work.”

Her eyes widened as she took it, then looked at me with surprise and gratitude. “Thank you, sir.”

“Clean yourself up and put it on.”

I left her in my office with instructions to clean up, put on the new skirt, and wait for my message while I went to the six-o’clock meeting. It ran nearly an hour, which was reasonable for everyone in the room and intolerable to me.

When it finally ended, I sent Avery a text before leaving the conference room.

Me:I’m finished. Bring your things and meet me outside my office.

Her answer came almost immediately.

Avery:Yes, sir.

By the time I reached the hallway, my office door opened. Avery emerged from my office, her new skirt perfectly in place, her hair neatly arranged, her expression composed and professional. Anyone who didn’t know what to look for would see a new employee leaving work with her boss.

“Come with me, young lady.”I murmured, leading her to the elevator and pressing the down button.

“Yes, sir,” she said softly, stepping into the elevator beside me.

I knew that tonight would not be the end of it. It was only the beginning. And I was looking forward to every fucking minuteof it. She was mine now, and I had never been good at sharing things that belonged to me.

“Are you excited?” I asked her as the doors closed.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, a small smile on her lips.