Page 113 of His Good Girl

I slipped one finger inside her then, feeling how ready she still was after the morning’s activities. “You’re always wet for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned softly.

I began moving my finger in and out, adding a second after a few strokes and using my thumb to keep pressure on her clit. “Such a needy little pussy. Do you think I should let you come?”

“Please,” she begged. “I’ll be so good. I’ll do anything.”

I curled my fingers inside her, finding that spot that made her gasp. “What are you willing to do for me?”

“Anything,” she breathed, her hips undulating against my hand. “I’ll be your good girl. I’ll let you fuck me whenever and wherever you want. My pussy, my mouth, my ass—whatever you want, sir.”

I groaned quietly at her words, adding a third finger to stretch her. “You liked having your ass fucked, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “Even though it hurt.”

“But you took it like a good girl,” I praised, fucking her harder with my fingers now. “You let me stretch your virgin ass and fill it with my cum.”

“I did,” she gasped. “I loved feeling you claim every part of me.”

My cock was hard as stone in my pants, but I focused on her pleasure, my thumb circling her clit while my fingers pumped inside her.

“Come for me now,” I commanded. “Come on my fingers like the naughty girl you are.”

She did, her body clenching around my fingers as she stifled her moans against her hand. Her orgasm was quick and intense, her legs trembling as she came. I kept stroking her through it, prolonging her pleasure until she was gasping my name softly.

When she was done, I slowly withdrew my fingers, bringing them to my mouth and licking them clean while she watched over her shoulder with wide, satisfied eyes.

“You taste delicious,” I said.”But I know you’re not done, needy girl.”

I slipped my fingers back down and rubbed her clit viciously hard.

“Sir!” she squeaked.

“You can take it,” I told her, rubbing in firm circles. “Good girls take what they’re given.”

I did not let up until she came again, this time more quietly, her body shuddering as she bit her lip to stay silent. I could see the effort it took her not to cry out.

“Good girl,” I praised, finally removing my hand. “One more.”

She shook her head weakly. “I can’t.”

I turned her to face me and put my hand back between her legs. “You can. And you will.”

I kissed her then, swallowing her gasp as I rubbed her swollen clit with firm strokes. She clung to my jacket, her body tensing as I brought her to the edge again. When she came this time, I swallowed her moans with my mouth, my tongue claiming hers as her body convulsed in my arms.

Afterward, she was trembling, her face flushed, her eyes glassy with pleasure. I gently straightened her blouse, my hands lingering on her hips.

“Are you going to be my good girl for the rest of the day?” I asked.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

“Good. Because if you are, I’m going to fuck you again before we leave this evening. Then, I’m going to take you home and use every hole you have until you can’t take anymore.”

She shuddered visibly, her pupils dilating with desire. “Yes, please.”

I kissed her forehead, then stepped back. “Gosit down at your desk. Thenyou’re going toeat the lunch Benjamin brings.”

Shewalked over, still naked from the waist down, and sat at her desk, her posture carefully neutral, though I noticed her thighs pressed tightly together.