my good girl

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This piece contains explicit sexual content, strong adult language, and intimate sexual themes. It is intended for an adult audience only.

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Everyone else: you’ve been warned.

She loves it when I call her a “good girl”

How do I know?

She bites her lip right after she rolls her eyes.

That flush of red, lines her cheeks, and light returns to her eyes.

She puts up an attitude all day just to get teased and probably spanked before the day is over.

She doesn’t know it takes so little to fall at her knees.

She thinks she’s at my mercy but the whole time I’m at hers.

Her face is its own perfection with lips that could kiss my sorrows away.

She gets on top of me ready to devour the façade i call tough.

Her wetness grazes my abdomen right before she places her lips on mine.

“You’re so wet, I whisper”

“Always, for you” she says

I fall, unable to resist.

I breathe in her scent, every whiff I take in seems to revive my quiet heart.

She wants me and so do I.

We always do.

I trace every curve of her, my fingers burning with an intensity that heat itself couldn’t explain.

And as usual, I tease her repeatedly before I take control.

Edging her as a form of payback for giving an attitude all day.

She does this…I’m used to it.

She edges me all day, just to build a more intense scenario before we fuck our brains out.

I don’t complain. I would never.

This time, she gets on the bed, teases me by taking off her clothes slowly.

When she’s done, she parts her legs slightly.

We both can’t resist.

Right then, I take her in my mouth, and a moan escapes her.

I come up for a kiss and she holds on to me for support.

She palms my face, kissing me intensely and even bites my lips a bit.

My face are back in between her thighs and I take her in my mouth.

I begin with slow, deliberate strokes of my tongue, circling, teasing, until her hips lift off the bed and her fingers tighten in my hair.

“Good girl,” I murmur against her, the words vibrating right on her clit.

She bites her lip again, harder this time and rolls her eyes.

I can feel the hold she has on me tighten.

I’m gone, my body responds to her in the best ways.

I’m so in love with her and even more obsessed with her body.

Her eyes lock on mine—wanting, already half-ruined. But she keeps muttering “Don’t stop.”

I’m moving my tongue faster now, delivering wider strokes.

Watching the attitude she wore all day melt into pure, gripping need, I smiled. Her legs started to quake but then I slowed my pace, just enough to make her whimper, just enough to remind her who’s deciding when she gets to fall apart.

I lean forward, kissing up her body, dragging my mouth over each spot till my mouth found her breast.

Took one nipple into my mouth while I played with the other, biting, teasing her softly, before moving my fingers down to caress the plane of her belly.

I grazed her skin and each time she shuddered with pleasure.

Her scent clings to me. Her wetness still on my lips when I kiss her. She tastes herself on my tongue and moans into it, greedy, pulling me closer.

She slides her tongue repeatedly into my mouth, filling me, kissing me, licking herself off my lips again.

She chokes me now and I moan into her mouth.

The soft pressure at my throat only sharpens everything, the taste of her, the way her thighs tremble against my legs and the wetness in my pants.

I settle my fingers between her thighs, and she rocks up, trying to take me in, her hips pulling me in while I watch her face as my fingers go in slowly, until I’m deep and she’s clenching around my fingers like she never wants to let go.

“Look at you,” I breathe against her mouth. “All day you teased me, and now you’re so wet for me..”

She answers with a broken sound, nails digging into my back.

My fingers began to move in and out, with controlled strokes that felt like it dragged every nerve in both of us.

Then I snapped. Consumed by pleasure I began hitting harder with precise strokes and she cried out in pleasure.

Every time I took my fingers almost all the way out she chased me, holding me in with her walls.

I kept the rhythm steady until she was trembling, mumbling words I couldn’t hear. My pace quickened as I watched her juices begin to flood my hands.

She’s so wet.

I continued fucking her with my fingers while the other teased her clit and then at that moment I felt her pulse race under my palm.

She continues moaning, eyes half closed but she doesn’t look away.

“You’re taking me in like a good girl”

“You’re my good girl”

“All yours, please don’t stop”. She says.

She’s close, I can feel it in the way she tightens her grip, in the moans. I lean down, lips brushing her ear.

“Come for me, baby.”

And she does.

arching, crying out, pulsing around me so hard it pulls the last of my restraint with it.

I feel her spill all over my fingers but I don’t take them out.

She lies down and I follow.

weakened from the climax.

We stay like that for a long moment, breathing the same air, hearts slamming against each other. When I finally ease out she makes that soft sound that ruins me. I kiss the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then the flushed skin of her throat and pull her in.

“Still think you’re the one in control?” I ask breathless.

She smiles against my lips lazy, satisfied.

“Keep telling yourself that,” she whispers.

And just like that, I’m already hers all over again.

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