Good Girl - Page 29

She’s gone. She left so early this morning I didn’t even hear it and as selfish and self-centred as I am I couldn’t be more happy. Because now Dominic and I have a whole fortnight.

Of just us. Alone.

Starting with a weekend away. And by this time tomorrow I plan to have fucked him so many times my pussy is sore from it.

I let out a little giggle. I know I should feel guilty. I know after all the revelations yesterday I should feel some reservations but I don’t. If anything I feel better about what we’re doing because of the fact my mum is having an affair.

Because she can hardly judge us when she’s fucking her boss.

And then my eyes widen. She’s away for two weeks with her boss. She’s literally going to be cheating on Dominic as we cheat on her.

Damn that’s fucked up. Even I know that.

But will it stop me? No.

Will I even reconsider this? Hell no.

For a second I consider telling Dominic but a voice in my head tells me not too. It’s not my secret and besides, as much as my intentions would be good, I don’t want him to think that I’m only saying it so that he’ll leave her. I don’t want him to think that of me. And for all the times my mother has called me manipulative I feel like that’s what it would be, manipulation, using this to get what I want when in reality I want Dominic to choose me for me alone, not because of what my mother has done, not because of her at all.

I take my time doing my hair, doing my makeup, putting on the dark blue silk and lace set I bought that hoiks my breasts up and makes them looks so good. And then I put on a summer dress. A new dress. It scoops low enough to make your eyes drop to my cleavage without being overtly slutty. It’s subtle slutty. Classy slutty. Not slutty slutty.

I head down the stairs as quickly as I can. I can hear the radio blasting so I know Dominic is already up and about.

He turns when he sees me and looks me up and down. Obviously checking me out.

“Good morning.” He says smiling.

“Good morning.” I grin back.

“How’s the headache?” He asks.

“All better.” I say pulling a bar stool out and sitting on it.

“Is that so?” He murmurs plating up another pancake onto the pile he’s making in the centre of the island.

“I love pancakes.” I say and then curse myself for sounding like an excitable child and not a grown woman.

“I know.” He replies. “That’s why I made them.”

I smile up at him and he tells me to dig in which obviously I do. After wolfing down half the pile though I realise he’s not eating.

“I was thinking of something else for breakfast.” He says when I question him.

“Like what?”

He grins. Fuck me. Is he really?

“I thought we could start this weekend off properly.” He says. “That is once you’re done eating.”

“I’m done.” I say putting my plate out the way.

He laughs. “I thought you loved pancakes?”

“I do. But I think I’ll love what you’ve got planned more.”

“Hmmm.” He says picking me up and laying me over the island on my back, narrowly missing the condiments he’s laid out. “Shall we test that theory?”

“Yes please.” I say as he pulls my dress up and slips my panties off.

“Got to have a good serving of cream.” He says smearing some down me as I gasp. “And a dash of honey too.”

He squeezes it out, literally from the bottle.

“Jesus.”

He looks up. “Breakfast is served.” He murmurs before lowering his mouth as he spreads my legs so wide I practically do the splits.

I moan as he drags his tongue over me. Lapping away. Licking it all off.

“Fuck yes.” He says lifting his face and I can see the cream caught on his stubble. “Keep those legs there.” He says moving his hands so that one is parting my lips even more and the other is teasing my clit.

“Dominic.” I moan as he licks and sucks me more. “That feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He says.

I try to keep so still. I locked my ankles around the edge of the island as best I can but it’s hard to focus on anything other than what this man is doing to my body.

“Your cunt is so delicious.” He groans before sliding his fingers in. “So fucking perfect but by the time this weekend is out I’m going to make it so swollen and sore.”

“I want you to do it.” I gasp as he starts pumping inside me. “I want to be unable to walk from what you do to me.”

“Oh don’t worry about that.” He says lowering his mouth again. “I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t know what’s hit you.”

I shut my eyes losing myself in the salaciousness of his words and the ecstasy of his touch. I don’t know how the hell I’m going to survive the weekend let alone a whole two weeks of this.

“Oh fuck. Jesus. Fuck.” I gasp.

“Scream for me Eden.” He says. “Scream for Daddy.”

And god help me I do. I scream so loudly and it echoes in the empty house, echoes around us as it goes on and on, as long as he keeps me cuming.

And then he sits on the stool staring at my exposed pussy, at where I’m dripping out onto the counter, watching as I get my breath back.

“Now we’re ready to go.” He says.

I let out a giggle, half of exhaustion. It’s not even ten o’clock and I know I’m going to need a lot more than just pancakes to keep up with this man.

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