Page 27 of Good Girls Like it Dirty
“You’re thinking…” he said, kissing the side of her neck. “What do you wanna share?”
“Who says I want to share?”
He reached for the spatula on the island, and her clit throbbed, sending pulses of electricity through her as she envisioned his next move. With his other hand, he lifted her skirt, exposing her bottom. Moisture pooled onto her G-string, and she wondered why he didn’t just rip it off like he’d done many other times.
“Should I make you share?” He pressed the black spatula on her butt cheek, his voice carrying an edge.
She wiggled her ass against the cool plastic, and her pussy clenched, making her wetter than she’d ever been before. “I wondered if you wanted me to use the lube on you,” she said playfully, but she couldn’t hide the tremor in her voice. She wanted what she imagined he’d do next, but she didn’t know how far he’d take this game.
“I think we both know who’s going to need the lube.” He swatted her ass with the spatula, stinging her skin.
Monique’s breath hitched and she moaned, desire threading through her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Tingly sensations spread across her ass cheeks and engorged her clit, making it throb even harder. They may not be together for the long haul, or for any of the right reasons, but when he claimed her like this…she felt she belonged to him. And whether she’d admit it or not, she loved feeling cherished.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” He tugged at the sides of her underwear until her folds pressed hard into the fabric, the movement sending spirals of awareness to her pussy. “You want me to play with your asshole too.”
“Yes,” she said, her hips undulating in invitation, wanting to give herself to him this way and every way.
Damn it, the man knew how to play this game… She hoped at the end, she wouldn’t be the one losing. The ache in her chest intensified, radiating through her body while his fingers glided beneath her G-string, then flicked her clit. Exquisite waves of excitement warred with the pain squeezing her heart. What would her life be like after Zaine? How could she ever get used to regular guys again, when he’d made everything ordinary so deliciously extraordinary?
She whimpered, fighting to stay upright and not give in to her weakening knees or her emotions. She couldn’t let her heart love him when he’d never made that part of their bargain.
“Monique,” he called with urgency.
Urgent maybe, but he was still not ready to give up. Zaine twisted the sides of her underwear one more time, and she arched forward into the island as another zing of pleasure surged through her. What was happening to her?
Warm sweat covered her limbs, even though the room temperature was comfortable. At last, he ripped her G-string off her, and she sighed with relief. A draft swirled around her sex, making her incredibly exposed to him. Vulnerable, when he touched her she trusted him more than she should.
He parted her folds, playing with them, his fingers exploring and provoking. She bucked into him, wishing he’d strip off his sweatpants, though the heat of his cock spread through the fabric, raising the tension knotting inside her throat.
She pressed her cunt into his hand, wanting, needing so much more. With a sexy growl, perhaps sensing her eagerness, he grabbed the lube away from her view. She heard him open the tube and squirt some out. When he touched her again, he parted her cheeks a bit, and she felt the warm lube on his fingers. He placed his fingers close to her back entrance, giving her time to get used to the sensation.
He resumed caressing her folds, stimulating her until her insides sizzled and twisted. Yes, oooh yes. She moved back and forth, her breath coming out in small gasps. He flicked her engorged clit, and currents of pleasure began to form.
She didn’t know when he started to move his finger into her hole, distracted by the dizziness and throbbing of her heart. “Zaine. Zaine, I’m so close.”
“Come, baby. Come apart for me.”
He added a second finger to her hole, working it in and out, while thrusting the fingers of his other hand into her soaking wet pussy. An awareness pinched at her, but once she focused on the warm sensation the lube provided, and how good the in-and-out friction was, she relaxed.
She’d never done this…having a man touch both entrances at once.
He intensified the flicking of her clit, and she could no longer take the pressure expanding inside her. She thrust her head back and gave in to the inner explosion, letting her body quiver as pleasure sent insistent, trembling waves through her.
Maybe she wasn’t in full control where Zaine was concerned. Hell, he’d been in charge and it’d felt amazing. He owned her body when they screwed. What could she do, though, to keep from losing her heart to him?
