Page 40 of Good Girls Like it Dirty
The edge in his voice brought a crazy pounding to her pulse. Did he mean it, or had he said those words in the heat of the moment? I’ve never felt like this before. The words echoed in her ears, reverberating through her.
He thrust two fingers into her hole, and she jerked forward, already starting a trend to move on the desk, shifting her hips the way it suited her. But he was in control, dictating the rhythm, paving the way to his cock with his finger, the friction sending sizzles up her spine.
“Your ass is amazing. I can’t wait any longer… I need to make every part of you mine.”
Every single part? Even my heart?She sighed, his words and actions making her lightheaded. Truth was, she couldn’t wait for him to take every part of her, either. Damn it…she cared for Zaine, against her carefully crafted rationalizations and plans.
Excited, she rocked her hips into his hand, and he thrust his digits deeper into her, manipulating her back entrance. Desire dimmed her vision, and she closed her eyes, enhancing the intensity of the amazing sensations inside her.
When he positioned the tip of his cock into her hole, she arched toward him, as if she’d been waiting for a lot longer. Damn it, she was so ready…so ready for him.
“You okay, baby?” he asked, and she could have kissed him for breaking character and showing her that, despite their role-play, he wanted her to be a part of everything. His pleasure was useless if she didn’t experience it, too.
“Yes. Yes,” she repeated, feeling him enter her tight channel. He did so slowly at first, probably giving her time to get accustomed to his fullness, then he ran a hand down her spine, causing little shivers of awareness.
With surprising tenderness, he traced the back of her neck down to her lower back, caressing her skin, helping her relax and melt into his touch. When he intensified his plunges, the friction seared her flesh, and tingles shot up her body, little invisible sparks of fire clogging her throat.
Their ragged breathing and the sound of him slamming in and out of her filled the place as he continued to stroke her back, and then moved it to her front. With a groan, he cupped her breasts, and she moaned as a primitive sensation overpowered her. He teased her, pinching her nipples, the buds becoming harder and tighter under his mastery.
When he kissed her ear, and she felt his sweat-slicked body so close to her, his fingers touching her tits as his cock slammed into her ass…it became too much. Strands of climax surged through her and she called his name. Her heart slammed against her ribcage, her pulse so fast she couldn’t keep up with it. Didn’t want to. Throwing her head back, she moaned one last time, letting the powerful current of pleasure claim her.
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Zaine gave his heart enough time to resume its normal rhythm, quite a difference from the insane thrumming from minutes earlier. He’d experienced one of the most sensational orgasms of his life, and assumed Monique enjoyed it as much.
Who knew the day would turn out like this?
The lunch with Lara popped up in his mind and he ran his hand down his face. Shit. The harsh reality dawned on him. He’d have to work with Ashley and put up with her being butt-hurt about Monique. Hopefully she’d find a man to date soon, or another way to occupy her mind and leave the subject alone.
Monique hummed into his chest and he caressed her smooth back, running his finger along her spine. She purred like a spoiled, exhausted cat.
“Are you okay?” he asked; after all, they had shared their most intense lovemaking ever. When she’d surprised him with the paddle, he’d been intrigued and excited. Why not play along? She’d trusted him not to hurt her beyond what she could handle.
His groin stirred as images of her naughty outfit appeared before he willed them away. She’d looked outrageously sexy, and the thought of those perfect ass cheeks and how wonderful they felt made his heart pump all over again. Even if his body needed the rest. Monique transcended physical exhaustion. She transcended…everything, he realized, clearing his throat.
She chuckled. “More than okay. A tiny part of me was scared you’d just think I was crazy, but I’m glad you played along.”
“It was the best surprise.”
She played with his hair. “Tell me. How was lunch with Lara?”
“Good,” he said, then drew in a breath. “I have to tell you something. I’m going to work with Ashley. Lara said she likes her work as an interior designer and gave me no choice.”
Monique’s face hardened for a fraction of a second, but before the frown completely formed on her forehead, she surprised him with a close-lipped smile. She kept caressing him, and her expression softened again. The lump in her throat was visible, as she cleared it before saying, “I understand.”
He thinned his lips. Maybe she didn’t necessarily love the idea, but she knew what was at stake. “Thanks. I appreciate that you’re not making a big deal out of it.” Of course Monique was mature, and like they’d discussed, was not a permanent person in his life. His body stiffened at the thought, and a nauseating sensation settled in his stomach.
She kissed his shoulder. Gently. So gently, he’d take her again if he weren’t half dead. “Of course I wouldn’t make a big deal. It’s your life, and she was married to you. Still is, on paper.”
“I know.” He lifted her chin. “Your opinion matters, though.” Shit, he realized he meant it. During the short weeks he’d been with her, she had taught him so much. Monique had values; she stuck up for what she believed despite making it uncomfortable for people. She didn’t care about impressing or sugarcoating—and she spoke her mind.
He’d always thought he did the same, but an intrusive thought occurred to him. Hadn’t he been just as bad as his old circle of friends? Just because he agreed with Monique’s opinions and saw her side, it didn’t justify him overlooking Doug being a pushover and enabling his wife, or Paula’s arrogant ways.
“You have my blessing,” she said, and the fact that it mattered so much caused relief and fear in equal measures.
