Bad Girl by Goode, Ella (chrysanthemum read aloud .txt) 📕

I plant my mouth against hers and wage war with my tongue. She wraps her legs around my waist and presses her core against my aching cock. I won’t last long like this. Rising, I carry her up the stairs to the bedroom, feeling the brush of her sex with each excruciating step. I drop her on the bed and divest her of every last piece of clothing until she lies nude on the sheets. I strip off my own clothes and kneel between her legs.

“Your pussy needs some love before I introduce my cock or it’s going to hurt.” I draw my finger down the seam of her pussy. “You’re tiny here.”

“I’m having doubts that you’re going to fit.” She gazes with a hint of trepidation at the rod bouncing in the air between us. Thank fuck she isn’t protesting.

I take her hand and wrap it around my shaft. “It’s not going to get smaller, sweetheart. Best you just get used to it. Rub it hard. Don’t be shy.”

I scoop some essence from her pussy and lather up my cock. “Like this.” I enclose my hand over hers and show her how I like it—a little rough, a little tight, with plenty of attention to the cockhead. Her fingers can’t close the distance around my member, but it’s still the best hand job I’ve ever had. Her little tongue pokes out between her lips as she applies herself to jerking me off.

“You’re a good student,” I choke out. Want is squeezing the air out of my lungs. I pull out of her grip before I spend my seed on her belly.

“I wasn’t finished,” she pouts.

“But I was about to, and it’s always ladies’ first.”

Her eyes narrow. “What other ladies?”

I slide my hands under her hips. “It’s a saying. No other ladies but you.”

“Better not be or your tires aren’t the only thing that are gonna got slashed.”

I pause a centimeter away from her clit. “Are you saying—“

She claps a hand over her mouth as she realizes what she just confessed. “You’re going to kick me out now, aren’t you?”

“No,” I growl, “but I probably will be locking you up.”

“Did you like the tires that much?” Her lower lip trembles.

“Fuck, sweetheart, slash all the tires, key all the cars. I don’t care.” What matters is that I’m about to taste heaven. I bring her cunt to my mouth and eat at the fruit of paradise. I’ve been wanting to do this since the day I saw her in my office. I devour her like the starving man I am. She wriggles in my grip as I lash her with my tongue.

“War...” she moans.

Or maybe she’s saying more. I don’t know, but I apply myself. If she’s the best student then I gotta be the best teacher, giving the best lesson of her life.

Her hips buck and writhe as I feast on her clit, suck on her swollen lips, and tongue her hot channel. Her fingers dig into the sheets, pulling and twisting as she seeks her sweet release. I press harder, tongue her deeper, kiss her longer until her essence gushes over my face, wetting my cheeks and lips and chin. My own name rings in my ears as she allows the orgasm to overtake her.

“More, War, give me more,” she cries.

I live to serve. I take my rock-hard shaft and position the cockhead at her swollen entrance. Despite being slick as shit, she’s still tighter than a drum. She gasps, half in surprise, half in delight, when my dick pierces her.

“More?” I ask, the devil in my voice.

“Yes.” She’s just as wicked as me.

“All right, bad girl, hold on.” I surge forward, taking her swift and sharp. Hunger propels me.

Her screams turn to pleas as pain gives away to excruciating pleasure. Her sex is tight and hot and juicy wet. She thrashes beneath me, looking helpless and delectable as my cock embeds itself inside her body.

“There’s no escaping me now,” I warn her. “You can never”—I ram forward—“ever”—I thrust again—“ever”—once more and the lights in the back of my eyes explode—“leave.”

She comes, and the butterfly spasms of her pussy convulsing around my uber sensitive cock pulls my orgasm out from the recesses where I locked it away so I could focus on pleasuring her. It erupts like a geyser, and I flood her cunt with seed.

I’ve never felt happier or more satisfied. No deal has ever put me on this level of euphoria. I don’t even feel like I’m on earth anymore, but she’s transported me to some planet of bliss where there’s nothing but endless waves of erotic sensation.

The orgasm starts at my toes and spreads like electricity throughout my veins until there’s no part of me she has not touched. I am hers, heart and soul, body and mind. From here on, she owns me. My body knows what she can deliver, and it will forever lust after her.

Even when I come out of my lust-induced fugue to lie sweaty and breathless next to her, I’m still fucking blissed out. I tuck her close to me, whispering how beautiful she is, how sexy she felt, how I want her again already.

“You promise?” she murmurs sleepily. “Never to let go? Never to allow me to leave?”

I tighten my hold on her and kiss the crown of her head. “Yes. Cross my heart and promise to kill myself in the most gruesome way if I do let go of your hand.”

“I’ve had so many losses already, Warren. I can’t open myself up for more hurt.”

My heart clenches at her words and the hurt in her voice. “No more losses for you, sweetheart. Only gains. Me, this house, and a football team worth of kids.”

“I don’t want a football team worth of kids. I think I only want three.”

“Three then.”

“Or four.”

“Four is fine.”

“Maybe five.”

“Whatever you want.” I cannot be more honest. I live to make her happy. Nothing less than her complete satisfaction will ever fulfill me. I didn’t