Page 14 of Good Girls Like it Dirty
He shoved his fingers into her hair and thrust his dick deeper, her pussy lips drenched. She loved his possessive side, because ever since their first kiss she’d longed to be claimed by him. She intensified her licks, her teeth grazing over his velvety smooth skin.
“Monique, I’m—”
He started, but a loud groan filled the air, and soon, she was swallowing his hot seed. He shook, and she loved seeing him lose control; to know that big guy quivered and hissed because of her did a number to her insides.
After swallowing him, she rose to face him. “You taste yummy.”
He embraced her, his long arms holding her close, and kissed the top of her head. She sighed into his hold, never before feeling so protected and cherished by a man. What a silly idea. She shouldn’t let post-sex intimacy cloud her judgment. She used to know the difference between lust and caring.
They exited the shower, then Zaine dried her off without hurry. She enjoyed the fluffy, oversized towel caressing and prickling her flesh.
“Wait for me in my bed,” he whispered, and then kissed the back of her neck.
She climbed onto the huge bed, the same one where she’d masturbated. The same bed he’d occupied with his former wife. She let her fingers stroke the luxurious sheets. How things had changed in such a short time.
He no longer wanted his wife… She inhaled, remembering he was still professionally bound to Ashley. That could complicate things a lot. If Monique had been smarter she would have fled this hot mess long before screwing Zaine.
He’s with me now. For two months, he’s all mine.
She exhaled slowly, each breath dispelling her worries and insecurities. He’d never promised her puppies and rainbows, but did she want those things? In two months’ time, her classes would be over, and she’d return to France—and hopefully in the near future she’d go to Senegal to work in a school and teach underprivileged children both English and French. Zaine would never give up his life in Los Angeles to follow her, nor would she expect him to.
When he returned to the room, deliciously naked, the remaining doubts disappeared from her mind. He carried a tray with a bowl of fresh strawberries and some whipped cream and placed it on the nightstand.
“We never had dessert,” he said.
She licked her lips, still tasting his salty flavor. “You could have fooled me.”
He gave her one of those soul-searching looks, making her heart squeeze for a long second then drum madly in the next one. “Trust me, what I’m about to eat is a lot sweeter.”
“I like where you’re going with this.”
He sprayed some whipped cream on a juicy red strawberry. She thought he’d feed it to her, but he lifted it above her lips, so she had to fetch some of the cream with her tongue. She tilted her head but before the tip of her tongue touched it, he slid the fruit down her neck. The cold of the whipped cream brought chills to her skin. She moaned.
“Like it?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Soon, he traced the lines of her neck with his tongue and she arched into him. His erection poked her flesh, and she spread her legs to welcome him. “I know what you want, baby,” he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, rubbing the thick head of his cock against her tender entrance. “You want some more hard fucking.”
“Yes.”
“You have to wait. We’re not even getting started,” he said, and she bucked up her hips to tease his dick but he withdrew, not giving her the slightest chance. Why did he torture her?
He rubbed the strawberry down her breasts, the tip making a pattern around her engorged nipple. Then he dipped his head and licked her tit, his tongue warming her flesh immediately. She ran her fingers through his smooth, thick hair as a haze of desire blurred her vision.
He cupped her left breast with his hand, his palm immediately searing her. A jolt of excitement moved through her and she squirmed, unable to stay still.
“You’re delicious. Your skin was made for my lips.”
He switched tits, sucking her, his teeth grazing over her tight bud every so often. Her skin was made for his lips… She didn’t know exactly what he meant, but the words had the power of unleashing another level of heat she’d never even known existed.
She brushed her pussy against one of his legs and clenched it between her thighs. Before he moved, she rubbed her cunt against him, eager to create any kind of friction.
“You’re trying to cheat, aren’t you?”
“I need…to come so bad. Please,” she begged. “I’ll make it up to you later.” She grinded against him, and he rubbed his thigh against hers. Within seconds her clit pulsed with need. Need for release.
He continued his exploration south of her body, peppering kisses on her stomach and thighs. Her body trembled when he took the strawberry down her pussy. He shoved it inside her, and she gasped, surprised. He kissed her, and the fruit squeezed between her walls. Soon, he was lowering himself between her legs, his head disappearing in the middle of her thighs.
