Good Girl Gone (The Reed Brothers 7)

I lift my head when she’s wiggling under me and ask, “Are you sore?”

She moves her bottom. “A little.” But she’s smiling. “Why? What did you have in mind?” She lays a hand over her mouth in feigned surprise. “Why, Josh!” she cries. “Did you want to fuck me again?”

I hook my fingertips in her panties and pull them down. “Why, yes, Star, I’d love to.”

She giggles. “Do you want to roll over so I can get on top?” She looks at me expectantly.

“No.” I roll over and I drag my legs over so that I’m resting between her thighs. “I want to try it this way. Okay?” I look into her face.

“Okay,” she whispers.

“Besides, I want to fuck you. I mean, I really like it when you fuck me, but I’d like to fuck you occasionally, if you don’t mind.”

“You silver-tongued devil,” she says. I reach beneath the pillow and pull out the condom I stuffed under there earlier. But then I realize I can’t put it on and hold myself up at the same time. “Umm…” I arch my brow at her.

“Oh,” she cries. She takes it from me and rips it open with her teeth.

“That is so hot,” I growl.

“I do try.” She reaches down between us and with a few grunts and fumbles, she rolls the condom down my length. I’m ready to come from just that, but I am determined to hold out. “Is this right?” She gives my dick a squeeze.

“I want to fuck you.”

“Good girls don’t fuck,” she says. “They make love.”

“Then I am really, really glad that you are not a good girl.” I sink inside her. I can’t thrust with my hips, but my arms are strong. “Take me deeper,” I tell her. She tips her hips and I sink all the way inside. “God, you feel so good.”

I feel strong and powerful inside her like this. She’s so soft and warm beneath me, and she’s letting me fumble through this as I find a rhythm. Her hips arch to meet my lunges, and she pushes her palms against the headboard so she can meet me, making each lunge harder.

I lean my head against her shoulder, trying to hold back. “I have to stop or I’m going to come,” I warn. There’s something about the power of this position, the way she feels under me, and I’m struggling not to shoot my load too soon. “God, Star.”

“Come, Josh,” she says.

“But you haven’t,” I protest. She hasn’t gotten off, and I’m not going to be that guy.

“Fuck my pussy, Josh.” Her hands grip my ass cheeks. I can feel that. “God, you’re so hard,” she says. I think she’s trying to make me come even quicker.

“Not yet,” I say, and I push up a little, changing the angle ever so slightly. She cries out. “There we go,” I mumble happily.

She makes noises under me and my hips slap into the cradle of hers. She lifts her feet and wraps her legs around my back, and then she cries out. It’s not like the clitoral orgasm I gave her earlier, but I know it feels good to her when her pussy clamps down around me and she tenses. She suddenly gets really wet, and I slip and slide through my orgasm, coming in the condom deep inside her. “God, Star.” I moan. “I fucking love the way you feel.”

I feel like my balls are trying to climb out my throat as I finish, grunting in her ear. I kiss her cheek and pull out. “You naughty girl,” I tease. “You were trying to make me lose my shit.”

“Do you want me to take care of that?” she asks, pointing toward my junk.

“Could you get a wet washcloth?”

She hops up when I roll off of her, and goes into the bathroom. She comes back and holds out a trashcan, where I toss the used condom. Then she gives me the washcloth and I clean up.

She’s still wearing one of my shirts, and her ass is bare. She rolls onto her belly and I push the shirt up, rubbing her ass cheeks as I wonder at how lucky I was to find her. “That feels nice,” she says.

“You deserve nice,” I tell her. “Fuck, you deserve flowers and romance and shit. I’m a dumbass.” I want to knock my forehead with my fist, but my hands are full of Star’s ass.

“I like what we’re doing,” she says quietly.

My hands stop. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I like it a lot. Don’t change a thing.” She giggles. “But next time, if you want to lick my pussy for a little while, I won’t complain.” She buries her face in the pillow.

I laugh. “I like a woman who knows what she wants.”

“Any woman who knows what she wants?”

“I think it’s just you, Star.” I bend and bite her ass cheek. She squeals and tries to scoot away from me. I grab her and hold her still. “I know it’s just you,” I tell her quietly. “You. I like you.”

I like her a lot. So much that it scares the holy fuck out of me.

She must like hearing it, because she rolls over and pulls me into her arms. “I like you too, Josh.”

My heart is full, my dick is hard, and I have a woman I like more than I know what to do with. Something is going to go wrong. I’m bracing for the jolt.

Star

I wake up with Josh’s arms wrapped around me, one hand between my legs rubbing my clit while I use his other arm as a pillow. He kisses the side of my neck and I see that he’s propped on his elbow so he can look down at my face. His fingertips slide around in my wetness and he strums my clit with his forefinger, making lazy circles.