Page 100 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
“Yes,” she breathes heavily as I slowly insert a second into her. She’s so tight already, I have to try to even my breathing just thinking about how she’s feel when my cock enters that sweet pussy.
“You know, one day I’m going to get you to say that that word,” I tease as I continue working her. “And it’s going to sound so good coming out of those pretty little lips.”
“Linc!” I don’t think she’s hearing anything I’m saying. Her eyes are closed, and her body is begging me for more. I have her so close to the edge she’s about to explode.
“Shhh,” I say, slowly taking my fingers out of her. Her eyes flash open, just in time for her to see me lick one off.
“Open your mouth, baby,” I say, taking a risk that she might not be able to say the true dirty words yet, but that my good girl is a little dirty.
She does as I say, her eyes heating as I place my one finger on her tongue.
“Now close. Taste yourself. Taste how wet you are for me.”
Ainsley doesn’t say a word as she does what I ask. Her swollen lips close around my finger before I feel her tongue circling me. Just like it did on my cock.
“Such a good girl,” I say, her legs spreading wider on instinct. “Are you ready?”
She nods her head, still silent in the anticipation.
“I’m going to go slow,” I say as I lean down, pressing kisses along her jaw line. “If it’s too much, if there’s anything you want me to do, good or bad, you tell me. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Her breathing is starting to pick up with every word I say. “I’m ready, Linc.”
With one more kiss I fall back to my knees, taking a deep breath as I line myself up at her center. I push in just the tip, and the gasp that comes from her lips is enough to make me come right there.
But I don’t. I won’t. Not until I give her—us—the night we’re both craving.
“I got you, baby,” I say, slowly pushing in. “I’ve always got you.”
Ainsley’s breathing is heavy as I do my best to enter her slowly, allowing her to adjust for my size. “Just breathe. Relax. I promise I’ll take care of you.”
Have I ever said those words before? I don’t think I have. Certainly not to sexual partners who were either one-night company or drunken mistakes. I haven’t had family in years, and when I did, I certainly wasn’t taking care of anyone. Yet right now, that’s all I want to do. I want to take care of her in the bedroom, making sure that she knows not only how beautiful she is, but how she makes me feel. I want to take care of herout in the world. To know that she doesn’t have to do the scary things by herself.
Neither of us do. Not anymore.
“There you go,” I say, her body starting to relax as I press in more.
My strokes are slow and steady, needing to move or I’m going to finish before we begin, but also knowing I need to warm her up.
“You feel…so…I feel…so…full,” she finally mumbles out, her head turning back and forth as I keep pumping into her.
I keep my eyes on her as my thumb goes to her clit, rubbing it in circles as I’m finally able to fully press into her. I find the spot just in time, a yelp leaving her mouth as her back arches, her tits in the air and looking like every fantasy come to life.
“That’s it,” I say, my speed starting to increase. “You’re taking my cock so good.”
Her eyes flutter open, straight fire blazing out of her normally crystal blues.
“Say it again,” she says, her words as breathy as I’ve ever heard them.
Wait…does my sweet Ainsley have a praise kink?
Because if she does, I’m going to go buy a ring tomorrow. And there will be nothing fake about that diamond.
“What? That you’re taking my cock like a good girl?” I wrap my hand around her back to bring her into me, my dick never leaving her sweet heat.
“Yes.”
Her hands are around me, her nails digging into my back. “Did you like when I said that?”
