Page 63 of Fundamentals of Being a Good Girl
“Greedy, aren’t we?”
I grind down on his crotch, and his hand on my hip tightens.
He quickly unbuttons his flannel shirt and tosses it out in front of us.
“On your knees, Ms. Kowalczk.”
I quickly comply and let his shirt be the barrier between me and the hard floor.
He crowds behind me as he yanks my sweater up and pulls the cups of my bra down so that my breasts spill out. His fingers twist and tug on my nipples and he watches over my shoulder, hypnotized.
Gently, he pushes me forward so that I’m on all fours.
Because I love to watch, I glance back over my shoulder as he takes his dick in his hand, roughly fisting it three times before dipping it through my wet crease.
I purr as the tip of his penis nudges my clit.
He continues to toy with me, dragging his cock back and forth, like he’s a predator playing with his food.
Stretching back, I press against him and he pushes just the tip inside me before pulling back out.
“Fuck you,” I mutter.
“Yes, thank you,” he says as he thrusts into me a little deeper this time.
He does it again, still not fully sheathing himself, and I’ve had enough.
This time as he starts to pull out, I ram my hips back and fuck myself onto him.
His fingers dig into my waist and the curve of my shoulder as I take him by surprise. “God, that’s so fucking hot. I should punish you for that, but I love watching you use my cock and take what you need.”
I rock back again, and this time he thrusts his hips to meet me and we both let out a chorus of groans.
Bram pushes me down so that my face is pressed into his flannel shirt and his cock slides even deeper.
“Touch yourself, Maddie.”
I nod and slide a hand between my legs. My fingers find that overly stimulated spot and it doesn’t feel as good as his tongue, but the burning stretch of his cock sliding in and out of me makes up for it.
Bram wastes no time picking up the pace and using my hips as an anchor as he drives himself into me.
My fingers move in tight circles and I clench around Bram’s thick inches.
“I need you to fill me,” I tell him. I’ve never felt as greedy for a man’s come as I have with Bram, but there’s something positively primal about how necessary it feels.
“Anything for my filthy little good girl.”
He plunges into me four more times, pulling me upright and flush against his chest. One hand curves around my neck while the other replaces my hand on my clit, applying diligent pressure as he continues to buck into me from behind.
“Bram,” I pant. “Bram. I’m—”
“Let go,” he tells me. “Come for me.”
As my mounting pleasure begins to unfurl, Bram bites down on the thin skin where my neck meets my shoulder.
“Fuck.” It’s the only warning he gives before his seed is spilling inside me. Warm and filling me full. So full that I can feel it dripping down his cock and between my thighs.
My head rests in the dip of his shoulder as we both shudder through our orgasms until he pulls me back into his lap and drapes the flannel shirt over us both.
