Page 34 of Good Girls Like it Dirty
Forever? Her heart hammered in her chest. The word rang in her ear, but she shook it off. Sex did crazy things, and this was one of them—maddening confusion.
When the gown pooled at her feet, he led her to the balcony. Tall brushes covered each side, giving them some privacy as the enormous moon and the endless ocean greeted them. Besides the hotel lights twinkling below, the night was dark, seductive, and filled with promise.
“Hold on to the edge,” he demanded, pointing at the half wall.
Naked except for her red lace underwear, she nodded. The air whispered on her like a kiss, causing goose bumps to rise on her arms and legs. She contracted her stomach. This is crazy. And good. So, so good.
She splayed her hands on the surface, and he thrust his fingers into her hair, tugging at it until she exposed her neck. He licked her earlobe, the tip of his tongue tracing along her sensitive flesh. She felt wetness coating her folds, her thighs getting sticky.
She tried to move away, but he pulled her hair a bit, causing another wave of excitement to zip through her. “What are you doing?” she asked, knowing full well he used their strong pull toward each other in all sorts of naughty ways.
“I’m earning that ass fucking.”
“It won’t happen tonight.”
“That’s what makes it so much fun.”
He nipped at her ear, and she moaned, not giving a fuck if anyone heard her. Besides sounds from far away, she didn’t hear anything from the adjoining rooms. His upgraded suite must allow them some kind of extra privacy other guests didn’t have.
With his other hand, he touched the side of her body, moving into her panties fast. She bucked into him, and just then realized how long she’d been waiting for his intimate touch. He thrust three fingers into her pussy without any foreplay, and she bit hard on her lip, loving how well he knew her.
“Damn, you’re soaking wet.”
She took her hands off the wall and reached behind her, desperate to touch his cock, already feeling it pulsating against her underwear. Somewhere along the way, he must have lost his pants and boxer briefs.
He pinched her clit, and a shot of pleasure claimed her. “Hands on the wall, otherwise I’ll stop.”
“That’s not fair,” she said.
“You want to come, don’t you?”
Like her life depended on it. “Yes.”
“So be a good girl and put your hands where I told you.”
“What if I’m a bad girl?” she asked, rolling her hips so they teased his cock.
He smacked her ass, harder than the first time, and she almost jumped in surprise. “You’re already a bad girl. But I’m showing you how to be good.”
Good is overrated.
He placed her hands on the half wall again. “Be good for me, baby. Trust me, you’ll love the outcome.”
“Fine,” she said, and placed both hands on their original spot. Her body trembled, and he began to thrust his fingers deeper into her, curling them on her G-spot as his mouth sank in the curve of her neck and nipped it.
Not being able to touch him added to the frustration, but also… She closed her eyes, the liberation from letting him do all the work dawning on her. He teased her clit with his thumb, while his fingers explored her folds, played with them, then plunged into her cunt so deep she could no longer hold it.
She let out a small growl, a sound so raw and primitive it could belong to a wild animal. She rocked her sex into his fingers, riding his hand, as currents of pleasure rode her, claimed her, possessed her.
When she stopped trembling, her hands still on the rough surface, he kissed the top of her head.
“You may take them off now.”
She exhaled loudly, flexing and un-flexing her fingers. Her wrists cramped a bit, but she’d do it all over again. She’d trusted him and he’d been right. What else could he be right about?
“Wanna know the best part? This is only the beginning.”
