Page 13 of Good Girls Like it Dirty
He nipped her jaw. “You’re kinky. You like it rough. Damn, woman, you’re perfect.”
“It’s so good, but you’re filling me completely. I almost can’t breathe,” she said.
He contemplated stopping, but the delicious smile forming on her lips hinted she’d be just fine. She enjoyed having him inside her.
He kneaded her ass, adamant on relaxing her. Prepping her for the impending pounding. “You’ll get used to it, baby. Only a few more inches to go,” he said, thrusting deeper into her. Sweat broke on his forehead as he stretched her to the max.
She moaned, clenching his rod with her muscles. “Mon Dieu, there’s more.”
He nibbled on her lip, then released it with a pop. “Is that a problem?”
“Quite the opposite. Not even my vibrator is this big,” she said, and sealed her compliment with a kiss on his cheek.
“Good. I hate competition.” He slid out, then slammed back inside her in full force. If he had any morals he’d stop right now. Here he was, fucking this twentysomething hard and rutting her like the poor girl wasn’t used to. But, damn it, he couldn’t help himself. Her inner muscles clenched around him, her pussy so tight he wondered if she’d been fucked a lot in her life.
She raked her nails on his shoulder. “Yes. Yes.”
“God, you’re so tight. Your cunt is small and insanely hot,” he said, then slid down his finger to flick her clit. “Ah. There it is. Your clit is swollen and so ready. You want to come, don’t you? You want to fall apart even if that’s going to hurt your naughty kitty.” Because you’re a bad girl, he added inwardly.
And that, he absolutely loved.
…
“Yes,” she said, repeating the only word that made sense to her.
He plunged inside her, and she moaned. Loud, carefree, and begging for more. She scratched his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin. Zaine surpassed any expectations she had of him, and if her body survived this, she’d be thankful.
He rammed into her, faster, deeper, while his thumb teased her clit without mercy. She called his name until her throat was dry and raw, and closed her eyes, overwhelmed, unable to process the wonderful sensations overpowering her mind and body. She clasped her legs around him tighter, never wanting to let go.
She arched against him, whimpering, and only stopped moving when the waves subsided. He groaned and pulled out almost all the way then returned to her with one mighty thrust, filling her with his warm load.
Monique opened her eyes. He dropped his forehead to hers, catching his breath. She touched his heart and appreciated the frantic pace. What’s next? Should she withdraw from him and leave? She didn’t want to seem clingy by assuming she’d stay for the night. They hadn’t discussed the finer points of their arrangement.
Thankfully, he moved and withdrew from her, but before she put her feet back on the floor he lifted her in his arms. “C’mon.”
She giggled. “Where are we going?” she asked, but she knew the way to his bedroom all too well.
“The shower,” he said.
The irony of their already soaked bodies didn’t get lost on her. Beads of water still fell on his expensive wood floor as he moved, but he didn’t seem to care. He nuzzled his nose against her hair, his breath wafting over her, and a sense of pure bliss filled her.
Just then, tingles of awareness and, yes, a pang of pain pulsed in her sex. She hadn’t had any sexual activity in a while, and Zaine’s size took some getting used to. Not that she’d mind trying it again.
Zaine obviously had different plans. He turned on the multiple sprays of his walk-in shower, and soon hot water cascaded over her skin. When she’d cleaned his house, she’d always wondered how luxurious and sensual the experience of washing up would be in a bathroom bigger than her living room.
Steam circled them, and he set her on her feet. She wobbled at first, then found her ground and reveled in showering next to him. Her nipples tightened, heat coiling low in her belly. He shot her a knowing grin, and she wished for a second her craving wasn’t so obvious.
Without saying a word, he grabbed the bottle of shower gel and squeezed a generous amount in his palm. Soon, his large hand lathered her shoulders, his fingers spreading the liquid. He continued for minutes, caressing her, cupping her breasts and not neglecting any part of her.
When he reached down her pussy, she expected him to finger her, to somehow take advantage of the situation to arouse her even more. She moaned. If he wanted to screw her again she’d be ready and willing.
But no, he didn’t dip his finger into her cunt or work her clit like she’d hoped. He continued to wash her, quietly, though a glance down revealed his majestic erection. Maybe he had a plan, and she should just wait and see.
Hell, waiting had never been her forte.
She dropped to her knees and cupped his rod.
He blinked, obviously surprised, but didn’t make any move to stop her. She stroked his cock, first with her hands, then she brought it to her mouth. The sensation of not fitting all of him even with her hand and mouth set a fire in her core. She looked up at him, admiring the ridges of his chest, the perfect pecs.
