Page 12 of Good Girls Like it Dirty
She offered him an easy smile. “That’s too bad, because I’d love to see your pants come off.”
He shook his head. Monique got game. “Cute.”
After keeping her in suspense for a second or two, he unbuckled his belt and tossed it on the ground. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his black boxers. His gaze searched for hers, and he didn’t hide his amusement when she glanced at his cock with wide eyes.
“Stroke yourself for me. It’s only fair. You’ve seen me masturbate before,” she said matter-of-factly.
Zaine fisted his rod, blood rushing down, then he stroked himself hard up and down, his eyes on hers. She licked the corner of her mouth and touched her breasts, which floated just above the waterline, kneading herself and circling the hard nipples.
His rod grew stiffer, his balls contracting. What he wouldn’t give to unload on those heavenly tits. All in good time.
She wanted to play games. As long as he got to fuck her soon, he was in. “You like big cocks, don’t you?”
She chewed on her lower lip. God, he loved how amidst all of her sassiness she showed him glimpses of modesty. “Yes, but this thing you have…cockzilla. I don’t know if I can handle it.”
He squeezed the head of his dick, pre-cum coating the tip. “I’ll help you handle it just fine.”
She lifted her breasts higher in the air to expose them, and her nipples stood out even more. “Will you, Monsieur? Will you stick it nice and good inside my pussy and ram into me hard and deep?”
Her dirty talk pushed him close to the edge. “Yes,” he hissed, stroking himself faster. “I need release. So, as much as I love this filthy exchange, I’d rather come in your mouth or on those tits that have my name on them, princess.”
She slid one of her hands down and moaned, her eyes never leaving his. “Me too. Oh, me too, Monsieur Zaine. My pussy is soaking wet for you.”
His heart flipped in his chest, beating madly. If he ever came close to having a coronary, this was it. He’d either fuck her or die, there was no in between. “Monique. Holy fuck.”
He removed his shoes and socks and jumped into the heated water with a total lack of finesse. In a couple of strokes, he glanced around, searching for her. The waves he’d made when he jumped had quieted, and the stillness around told him she was nowhere to be found. What? He saw her delectable ass as she climbed out of the other side of the pool, chuckling.
“Come get me,” she said.
Determined to survive his extreme case of blue balls, he swam to the edge, then scrambled out of the pool, dripping wet. He didn’t care for one second about the droplets on his terrace or in his house as he strode back inside. He followed the sound of her infectious chuckles and wished he were as amused.
His heart galloped out of his chest. The anticipation of being with her sent hot bolts through his bloodstream, and in seconds, all the strenuous workouts and karate sessions meant nothing.
She ran upstairs but if she thought he’d let her get away from him, she had another thing coming. “Monsieur…” she called him.
Following her musical voice, he rushed to the second floor. He found her in the hallway, perhaps where she’d been dwelling on which room to hide in. He didn’t need to touch her, his stare must have warned her he was done with games, for she stepped back until she was pressed against the wall.
She breathed shallowly, her tits rising up and down. “Nice warm-up, wasn’t it?” Droplets still clung to her long, wavy blonde hair. She parted her lips, her gaze falling on his own.
They were both naked, inches away from each other. A beat of tension passed between them, their labored breathing the only sound occupying the space. He could feel the veins of his dick expanding, his body begging for release. Air got sucked out of his lungs as he slowly erased the distance between them.
“Game’s over, sweetheart,” he said, so close to her, his rod poked into her belly. She let out the sexiest moan, leaning into him, giving herself to him. Yes, the game was over…and they were both winners.
He grabbed both her wrists above her head to pin her in place, and crushed his lips to hers, kissing her into submission. She matched his urgency stroke by stroke, nipping his upper lip, panting when he withdrew to gasp for air.
“Yes.” She squirmed against him, nice and ready. “Oh, yes.”
“Are you on the pill?” he asked before the fog of desire overpowered him completely.
“Yes. Also, I’m clean.”
“Good. Me too,” he said, desperate to unload inside her raw pussy without any barrier, just his jism and her naughty flesh.
He let go of her wrists and slid one hand under her ass, helping her to spread her legs to fit him. Later, he’d have her in a languid, passionate way. Now savage need blurred his vision.
Zaine positioned his cock between her thighs, and she arched toward him. “Easy.” He thrust his tip into her tight pussy, and she drew in some air.
“You’re so big. God. Slap me with that cockzilla.”
