Chapter 5 Good Girls Swallow
Roman
She looks at me with eyes that reveal every thought in her head. She looks at me with eyes that plead for safety and dominance. She looks at me like . . . like no one has ever touched her the way I am.
I never fuck without protection, never. If she hadn’t brought it up . . . I was so close to saying fuck it.
I would break every fucking rule for her.
Especially when she’s coming apart so damn sweetly like she is right now. Blush crawls up her neck and her breath is hitched and ragged, like she can’t even focus on breathing when I’m touching her like this.
Her cunt is fluttering around my fingers, but I swear to God, I can feel the pulse of it around my cock.
She chokes out, “Oh god . . .”
I can’t help but laugh quietly at the shock in her voice. She’s so damn precious. “You can come now for me, sweet girl.”
Her thick thighs squeeze my waist and her pussy clenches. My dick strains my pants.
I watch her as she comes, trying to capture every second in my memory. The pink crawling up her pale chest and neck. The expressive pinch between her brows on her heart-shaped face. The strangled quality to her moans. And the beautiful, sated smile that softly spreads on her lips as she comes down.
She exhales contentedly, closing her eyes and rolling her head to the side. When she opens them, the contrast of her pink cheeks makes her blue eyes shine. “Wow.” She sighs with a small wriggle of her eyebrows.
Wanting to feel their heat, I trail the back of my hand across her cheek. She hums softly as I do, leaning into my touch. “You are quite something, Ren,” I mutter.
She takes my hand from her cheek, cradling it between both of hers and kissing my palm. My stomach rocks. Now, I’m the one having trouble breathing.
Keeping hold of my hand, she sways slightly on the bale and gives me a look that is both flirty and guilty.
“What is it?” I ask.
She kisses my palm again before answering. “I feel”—she scrunches her nose—“kinda bad.”
My chest pounds with anxiety. I keep it out of my tone. “Why?”
“You know—” She bobs her head like I should know what she’s talking about. When I clearly don’t, she adds, “That you didn’t get anything out of this.”
I think I’d be less surprised if she kicked me in the face.
I pull my hand from her grasp so that I can firmly grab her by both hips. “I didn’t get anything from this?” I press our bodies together so she can feel exactly how much I got out of this. “I could’ve come just watching you—shit, I’ve been leaking in my damn pants since the moment we got in here.”
She holds back a giggle. “Really?”
“Really.”
Her hand slides down my chest to palm the bulge between us. Lust glazes her eyes. Her lips press together as she silently asks me to give her another order.
God, this girl is going to be my ruin.
My blood heats and my chest swells at the trust she’s already given me.
Who am I to deny her now?
I take a few steps back, making space between us.
“But if you want to be a really good girl for me, you’ll get on your knees and let me paint that pretty tongue.” Her eyes light up as she slides off the bales and onto her knees. She reaches for my waistband. I stop her, saying, “Hands in your lap. Tongue out.”
My pants are already undone, so once she does as she’s told, I take my cock out. It takes every ounce of control to move slowly, to not rush this moment.
“Now stay just like that,” I tell her. “You’ll take what I give you.”
She nods.
“Good girl,” I rumble quietly.
I fist my cock, the crown slick with pre-cum. I rub my thumb over it, then spit on the shaft. She flinches slightly, surprised, but keeps her tongue out. As I start stroking up and down, her eyes become hooded and she squeezes her thighs together. She really is such a good girl.
My jaw clenches as I look at her glistening tongue and eager gaze. “Fuck,” I groan, my dick getting impossibly harder.
My abs and thighs flex. I’m already so fucking close. I let the underside of my tip graze her tongue and sputter, “Jesusfuckingchrist.”
My threadbare control makes her smile, as much as she can with her tongue out. If only she knew how much less in control I feel inside.
“Didn’t get anything out of it,” I scoff, my voice gruff and strained as I struggle to hold back. I only last a few more strokes before I’m cursing and spilling on her tongue.
I struggle to catch my breath, resting my cock on her outstretched tongue. “You’ve done so well,” I murmur, thumbing the corner of her mouth. She moans softly, eyes fluttering. “Now finish the job.” I stand up straight and remove my cock. “Swallow, then clean up the mess you made me make.”
She does exactly that. Licking me from the base of my shaft up, paying extra attention to the slit at my tip.
The sparkle of pride in her eyes as she does this is a grating twisting in my chest.
No numbers, no strings, and no way this can ever happen again.2
1. Continue playing “Drip Off”— Austin Giorgio
2. P.S. You can check out the delicious and spicy comic of this scene here.