His Good Girl

Rolling up my sleeves, I hissed, “Pull up your skirt and spread your legs for me, krasavitsa.”

“Krasavitsa,” she breathed, her tongue tripping over the word.

“It means beautiful,” I explained, my voice rough with my desire to possess this beautiful creature. “Now, legs. Spread them.”

She lifted her legs so she could reach the hem of her skirt and she slowly slid it up her thighs, teasing me. Even from this position, I could see the red splotches from her spanking yesterday before she lowered her legs again and let them fall wide for me. Stepping between her parted knees, I rested one hand on her thigh and briefly kneaded the creamy flesh there.

Her skin was so soft and smooth, I wanted to run my tongue along every inch of her body.

Later, I promised myself, moving my other hand to her panties. Today they were lacy. Blush pink. Just a quick taste now, and you can feast on her later.

Hooking my finger into the crotch of her skimpy panties, I moved the cloth aside to reveal her pink, glistening pussy. My teeth clenched at the sight. She was soaked. If I pulled my cock out, I could sink right into her without issue, and I could already tell that my sweet girl would be so tight.

No time for that! Focus, damn it. Get her off, get through this meeting, then fuck the shit out of her in your office later.

“Mr. Maslow …” she breathed.

I glanced up and met her bright amber eyes. They were clouded with lust and a needy little whimper broke from her lips as we stared at each other.

Keeping my gaze on hers, I nudged a finger between her folds. She jerked at the contact, her breasts heaving with her pants. I wanted to rip open her blouse and bury my face between her luscious tits, but I had to keep telling myself there was no time. Instead, I focused on stroking her, spreading her wetness around and around as I teased her entrance with the tip of my finger. Her hips started to grind into me, but I put pressure on the hand still holding her thigh in warning.

“Don’t. Fucking. Move,” I ordered in a low voice.

Her hips stilled as her teeth sunk into her bottom lip.

Fuck, she was sexy. Such a breathtaking contrast. Her hair pulled back in its prim and proper bun, her blouse buttoned up to her throat so there wasn’t a hint of cleavage, and her skirt up around her hips with her pussy exposed to her boss.

When I sunk my finger inside her, she moaned, her eyes falling closed.

“Look at me.” My voice was rough, but she appeared to like it. The walls of her cunt clamped around my finger, and her eyes popped back open. “I want to watch you when I make you come.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

I loved when she said those words. My cock was straining against my zipper as I began to pump my finger in and out of her, and I sucked in a breath as she clenched and unclenched around me, her cunt a perfect little vise.

“Your pussy is so tight. I want you to grip my cock as hard as you’re gripping my finger, do you understand me, krasavitsa?”

She bobbed her head, making my cock twitch as I imagined her hot lips wrapped around me. “I want that too, sir,” she groaned, keeping her eyes on me just as I’d commanded.

“Soon, you’ll get your wish,” I promised, sliding a second finger into her tight heat. “If you’re a good, obedient girl, I’ll fill you with my cock and fuck you so hard, you’ll feel me between your legs for days.”

Wild sounds of pleasure spilled from her mouth, growing louder and louder as my promises got filthier. Someone passing by the room would definitely be able to hear her. Removing my hand from her thigh, I placed it over her mouth to muffle her noises. That seemed to drive her crazier. She arched her back and her hips began to shake in her effort to stay still.

“Do you like to be gagged, Ms. Rivers?” She nodded eagerly. I guided my free hand up to slip two fingers into her mouth. “Suck. Show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do.”

Her lips sealed around my fingers and she sucked on them with a moan. I pumped my fingers in and out of her pussy harder, pressing the palm of my hand against her clit. I mimicked the motions with the fingers in her m

outh, thrusting them in and out as her tongue lapped at them. I continued imagining it was my dick between her lush lips, and my own hips jerked against the edge of the table.

She was getting close. Her hips began to writhe beneath me, disobeying my command to remain still. I doubted she realized what she was doing, but the thought of punishing her later made me fuck her harder with my fingers, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Tearing my fingers from her lips, I placed my hand back over her mouth to contain her screams when she found her release.

“Come for me, krasavitsa.” I circled my thumb over her clit. “Come hard on my hand. I want to feel you, my beautiful sweet girl.”

My permission appeared to be just what she needed to plunge over into the abyss. Her body jerked as she came, and she sunk her teeth into my palm. Wetness flooded my hand as the orgasm ripped through her. Relentlessly, I continued to pump my fingers into her and rub her clit, stretching out her release for as long as possible. When she’d come as much as she could, her body went limp on the table.

My cock was straining to get free, making me a fucking zombie in my own lust. Removing my hands from her, I undid my belt and unzipped my pants to pull out my hard length. Shoving her thong aside again, I stared down at her as I began jerking myself off. Her eyes widened.

“Mr. Maslow, do you need to—” she started in a breathless voice.