Page 35 of Good Girls Like it Dirty
Chapter Eleven
Zaine turned her around, loving how soft and warm she felt. Her head bobbed forward, and he imagined she was still experiencing the aftermath of a powerful orgasm. He hooked his arms under her legs, lifted her, and carried her to the immense bed.
He’d been meaning to ask her about the tube of lube he’d accidentally found. When she implied ass play was on her mind, he almost got down on his knees and prayed. Shit. This woman was sexy, adventurous, and wanted to give him her ass. Ever since she’d let him play with her hole, he’d been thinking about going all the way, but decided not to ask yet. Ashley had never enjoyed it, as so many women didn’t. Yet his dirty French maid…
His pulse raced. This woman would put him in his grave with her antics. From the moment he found her playing with herself in his bed, he should have known. No other woman had ever rattled him like Monique Drummond.
“Hmmm…” she hummed, and he eased her on the mattress.
A flush stained her cheeks and neck, and he couldn’t resist, lowering himself on top of her for a kiss. She nipped his lip, grazing her teeth over his mouth. His blood rushed down to his cock so fast, it dizzied him a little. The underside veins of his rod pounded hot and thick, and his whole being begged for release.
She still had her bra on, for fuck’s sake.
He reached for her back and unclasped it, making her arch toward him and intensify the kiss even more. When he managed to remove the bra completely, he threw it to the side and quickly cupped her full breasts.
Unable to resist, he withdrew his lips from hers, tracing a path of kisses along her graceful neck and the valley between her breasts, until he caught one of them in his mouth.
Greedily, he sucked it, loving the smoothness of her skin, while cupping the other one. She wrapped her legs around his torso, locking into that dangerous position where the tip of his cock pressed into her sweet cunt. He pinched her nipple, earning a moan, while licking her aureole, making a circular pattern around it.
She clasped her thighs harder, making it almost impossible for him not to plunge inside. Their quiet tug-of-war continued for a few more minutes, with him switching tits to make sure the other one wouldn’t be neglected. She thrust her fingers into his hair, pulling him close. The sounds from her lips only encouraged him to continue the provocation, but pre-cum bubbled at the tip of his cock, and he’d much prefer to come completely inside her than not.
“Zaine, please fuck me, otherwise I’ll do it myself.”
“Like you did on my bed when I found you,” he said, and that first time he’d seen her semi-naked in his bed seemed like ages ago.
“Yes. I’m so close, babe. Please…”
He loved when she begged, for it reminded him that she needed him. Needed his dick, needed the pounding, needed his cum filling her snatch. This wasn’t about the money he gave her each month, or the deal he’d callously proposed to suit his own agenda. She wanted the fucking as much as he did.
He shifted his position slightly, and when he parted her folds, a generous amount of her pearly essence greeted him. He couldn’t pass it up; he loved her sweet, tangy taste and how her flesh trembled in his mouth, how her clit vibrated against his tongue. Her cunt was his for the taking, and he’d prove it to her.
Ravenous, he lowered himself on her body, kissing every inch he encountered until he faced her glistening pussy. He moved her to the edge of the bed, planting her feet apart. She whimpered, moving her legs, but he pinned them into place, and silenced her by licking her inner thighs. That did it.
He felt her sharp intake of breath, the way she pulled at the bedspread, probably clutching it.
“Zaine, you’re killing me.”
He hooked his hands under her ass, lifting her off the bed to indulge in her slick heat. Her scent of aroused female swirled around, and he inhaled it, entranced. When he lapped at her folds, she mellowed, the warning sign that she was close. He’d come to know the intensity of her moans and what they meant. This particular sound gave away her urgency, which he appreciated.
He continued to suck her pussy, reveling in that addictive flavor. He flicked her clit with his thumb and kept sucking her, and within seconds, she exploded, creaming on his face, her limbs quivering, her whole body in a state of unrest.
He licked her some more, feasting on her juices. When he lifted himself off her, she propped herself on her elbows and scooted to the middle of the bed.
“You’re definitely earning a reward,” she said.
“Oh, that wasn’t for you. That was for me.”
“You’re all right, Zaine. You’re all right.”
A smiled appeared on his face. A glint of mischief lit up her eyes, and his cock jutted out, the sign he needed to know he was still alive and hadn’t died from blue balls syndrome.
Her gaze slid from his eyes to his shoulders and his chest. When she saw his dick, her eyebrows reached her hairline. She glanced at him again, licking her lips. “You’re ready.”
He shoved his dick inside her, and had to hold onto every thread of control not to bust out immediately. Holy fuck, she felt too good. Her inner muscles clenched him, and he looked down at her.
She’s stunning.Warm sensations enveloped him like an electric blanket. Her eyes were big, glossy with pleasure…pleasure he’d given her. Sweat slicked her pretty face, and her flushed cheeks dimpled when she smiled. Monique had brought him back from the dead, but he didn’t know he’d been there until she came into his life.
He thrust in and out of her, his balls slapping her thighs, his heart hammering in his chest. Three more times, until she screamed his name, and he released himself inside her.
