Page 15 of Good Girls Like it Dirty
Is he going to—
He responded to her silent question by licking her.
She bucked under his mastery as he crushed the fruit in her pussy lips, only to start licking it off. She felt an odd but delicious sensation flooding her sex, with the juices from the strawberry blending with her own female arousal. Her desire reignited.
Zaine groaned, the primal sound exciting her beyond measure.
He removed whatever was left of the strawberry and placed it on the tray quickly, and dove into the V of her thighs again. He sucked her juices, and with two fingers, began to thrust inside her pussy. He teased her with relentless abandon, his tongue stroking her, his lips caressing her.
“So hot. Oh, Zaine. I’m coming in your mouth soon.”
Encouraged by her confession, he added another finger and plunged it into her. Deep. He slid his hands under her ass and brought it to his mouth like she was a plate of some exquisite food he loved but hadn’t had in months. Years. Decades.
He flicked her clit with his thumb while his fingers worked their magic, his tongue not far behind. He fucked her so good and in every way that soon she almost choked, her moans too raw, too loud.
Her body quivered, and she shifted into a weightless being filled with colors and sounds. She let go completely, calling his name, screaming his name, because it was the only thing that made sense.
Seconds turned into minutes of bliss, tingles moving through her. A steady throb pulsed on her sex, and she opened her eyes to find him watching her with a rather fascinated smile on his handsome face. “Fruit sex. Is that an American thing?” she asked in a light tone.
“I think it’s a Zaine and Monique thing,” he said, and his eyes darkened.
To leave LA with her heart unscathed in two months, she had to remember their bargain and downplay all the stupid reactions of her body whenever he looked at her with a blend of hunger, affection, and excitement—like they were both already a “thing.” A terrifying thing that could complicate her life.
