Page 38 of Good Girl

Iwalk in the house and though I know she’s here it’s quiet. Too quiet.

“Eden?” I call out.

“I’m in here.” She says and I follow the sound until I find her sat in the orangery in the skimpiest dress I’ve ever seen.

“Jesus, do you dress like that to torture me?”

She lets out a giggle. “It’s hot in here.” Yeah it is. But only because she’s sat with her legs open enough for me to see the wet patch already seeping through her underwear.

“What are you working on?”

“Nothing. Just my end of term dissertation.” She says. Shutting it down and tossing the laptop onto the other couch.

I smirk as she gets up. “How was your day?” She asks.

“Long. Tough.”

“Aww.” She says putting her hands on my shoulders. “Would you like a little stress relief?”

“Are you offering?”

“I’m always offering Dominic. Why don’t you sit down, make yourself comfortable and let me give you a proper welcome home?”

Fuck. The way the words roll from her mouth makes me want to face fuck her so badly. I look down at her dress. I’m not sure she’s even wearing a bra right now. That or it’s got no padding because I can see her nipples poking through.

I scratch them lightly, bringing them to full attention and she gasps for a second.

“Sit.” She says.

“Are you taking charge tonight?” I tease.

“No. I’m just making sure you’re properly taken care of.”

I nod sinking into the couch as she starts to slip the dress from her shoulders. Maybe she’s going to do a little dance, a strip tease just for me.

She rolls the fabric past her tits and they bounce with their new found freedom. Turns out she was braless. She then slides the fabric down before turning and bending over as she pulls it down over her perfect, pert little arse with a wiggle.

When the dress is off she turns around wearing nothing but a sheer diamante thong. I can see the top of her cunt through it and it’s already sticking to her, giving me a perfect outline of how her lips hang.

“Come here. Come to Daddy.” I say.

She steps up, straddling me, one thigh either side, with her tits right at eye level.

“Behaving like that, anyone would think you’re after something.” I murmur.

“Maybe I am.” She half whispers.

I grin pulling a note from my pocket and tuck it into her thong. “There you go sweetheart.”

“Seeing as I quit my job that’ll come in handy.” She replies.

“You quit your job?”

“I didn’t have time for it, what with school work and homework…” She smiles with a glint in her eye. “And my extra-curricular activities.”

“I thought you wanted to work?” I say. She’s always been so fierce in defending it.

“I did but I want to spend time with you more and besides, I can always get another if I need it.”

I nod. “Anything you need I can give you.”

“Well Mr Mathers.” She says taking my face between her hands. “What I need right now is for you to make me cum harder than I’ve ever cum before. Can you do that?”

I grin. Whatever the hell has gotten into her, I’m all for this.

She squeals as I pull her down on top of me against the base of the couch. “Ride my face.” I say. “I’m going to eat you out until you squirt everywhere again.”

“What if it ruins the couch?”

“Who cares? It’ll be worth it.” I say as I pull her thong to one side and half force her down onto my hungry mouth.

“Of fuck Dominic.”

I suck hard to begin with. I’m going to edge her just a little, make her really want this before I grant her my mercy.

She’s moaning, rocking her hips, literally riding me just like I told her.

And then I slow her down. I lick lighter, I tease. She throws her arms back behind her onto my chest and if anything it improves the angle for me.

My tongue flicks her clit. Her body clenches as I do it and I bring her so close to an orgasm I almost feel mean. Only I know the final crescendo will more than make up for it.

“Dominic.” She gasps. Her nails are digging into me. She’s desperate for me to end this.

I hold her right thigh, hold her body. With my spare hand I slide a finger into her arse. She jolts but she doesn’t complain. I thrust inside, exploring this new part of her and she groans as I find her G spot.

She’s squirming more now and I have to hold her tighter against my mouth because right now she’s mine, my feast, my stress relief, my reward, and I’ll take her how I want her, for as long as I choose too.

“Fuck please.” She gasps.

I want to say something. To tease her. To taunt her but my mouth is far too occupied and I won’t let the momentum drop for a quick jibe.

“Daddy.” She gasps louder. “Let me cum. Please let me cum.”

It takes all my effort not to laugh then. I suck once more, I roll her clit, I tease her, watching her face as best I can, watching her body as it falls to pieces.

And then she jerks. Her moans turn to screams and she pulls as face of almost panic for a split second before her body flushes and she squirts all over my face. Just like the last time. And as I lay here drenched by it I know we have ruined the couch.

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