Good Girls Do It Well (A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance) (13 page)

“So Christian,” she said. “I’d like to know more about what you’re into it. If you have any fantasies or things you’d like to try with me, this would be the perfect night to do it.”

I liked hearing the sounds of those words. We had never talked about sexual fantasies or anything like that so she had no clue what I was into. I’ve always been a fan of light bondage and figured it was the perfect night to show her what it was all about.

Sarabelle finished working on my belt, button, and zipper before pulling my pants to the floor. She sat back a bit, taking in the view of my dick straining behind my boxers, aching to get out. Reaching down, I grabbed my pants off the floor and ripped the belt out of them. I turned her around, leaned her over my bed and pulled her hands behind her back. Placing the belt around her wrists, I restrained her before grabbing her panties and pulling them down. She has an incredible ass. It might have been the nicest ass I’ve ever seen. I took a moment to stand back and appreciate how amazing it was.

Slowly and softly, I began rubbing my hand up and down her ass. Her skin was so soft beneath my fingers. I ran my fingers along both of her cheeks and it appeared to have a relaxing effect on her, which was exactly what I was hoping for. In one quick motion, I raised my hand into the air and brought it back down quickly, smacking her ass, causing her to moan into the sheets. Judging by the way her ass wiggled around, I knew she liked it and repeated it on her other ass cheek.

I slid out of my boxers and unhooked the back of her bra while she pushed back against me, attempting to kneel beside the bed, I took both of my hands and spread her legs apart, ensuring she remained in a standing position. With her legs spread, I could see how excited she was. Her pussy glistened in the dim light of the room.

Once again, she tried to push back against me but I wouldn’t let her. I knelt on the floor behind her, spread her pussy lips apart and dived in, face first. I used my tongue to tease her clit while I slid my middle finger inside of her. She cried out in pleasure almost instantly. The more I flicked her button and slid my tongue along her moist slit, the louder she became. I sucked her clit into my mouth and felt her whole body start to tremble. Reaching down to stroke my cock, I was amazed at how turned on I was. I was harder than I had ever been before and it was already slick with my precum. I continued to eat her delicious pussy, realizing I could eat it forever. I’d been down on a lot of women and hers tasted more amazing than I ever thought a pussy could taste.

I had one hand on my cock and the other on her ass, massaging and moving it around so my mouth would have better access to her wet hole. Licking it hard and making her moan. Each time I squeezed her tight ass or flicked at her slit with my tongue, she begged for more. Every sound she made, every sign, every moan, made me harder and harder. The thoughts of entering her and penetrating her pussy with my throbbing cock were beginning to fill my head. The more I licked her pussy, the more her ass wiggled, causing her to push herself hard against my face. Her sweet wetness was dripping from her pussy lips and onto my tongue and down to my chin. A trail of wetness was also evident down her thighs.

Lifting my hand into the air once again, I spanked her hard, once on each of her cheeks, leaving a rosy hand print on both of them. After spanking her, I immediately rubbed each one gently, taking a bit of the sting out of her skin. The feeling of my touch made her moan my name even more, almost like she was making a plea for me to give her more. I spanked her again, harder this time, my mouth never leaving her increasingly wet pussy. I was determined to lap up every sweet ounce of her delicious, dripping juices.

“I want to taste myself on your tongue,” she muttered.

I disentangled myself from her sopping pussy and stood up behind her, allowing my dick to slide up against it ever so slightly, anticipating the fact that it would soon be buried inside of her. I turned her over, exposing her breasts, and taking her nipples into my mouth one by one, leaving them wet after I sucked on them.

“Please kiss me, Christian,” she pleaded with me.

Slowly, I made my way up from her breasts until my lips found hers, sliding my tongue inside her mouth and letting her savor the taste of her sweetness. She responded by kissing me back hard and pressing her body close to mine. She pulled the bottom of my shirt up and took it off me, tossing it to the floor next to the bed, exposing my muscular chest. Our hips were aligned perfectly and before I knew it, I could feel the tip of my cock pressed between her legs.

“Do you think I can have my hands back yet?” she asked softly.

“That depends,” I replied. “Do you think you can be a good girl?”

“I promise,” she said through pouted lips.

I reached behind her and removed the belt from her wrists. Within seconds, she was touching every single inch of my body. We started to grope one another ravenously, hungrily taking in the feel of each other’s body.

“I want you inside of me,” she whispered as she nibbled on my ear.

“Right now? Do you think you deserve it?” I teased.

Reaching down with one hand, I pressed my thumb against her clit and started to move it in a slow, circular motion. She moaned as her body responded to my touch, aching to feel me inside of her. I wanted to feel her too so I took the head of my cock and rubbed it up and down between her slick slit, moving slowly, taking my time, making sure she was completely ready for. She dug her fingernails into my back as she continued to moan, begging me to let her feel what she wanted the most. I looked down at her with lust in my eyes as I slowly and purposely guided myself inside her with one hard thrust.

She gasped at the sudden feeling of fullness and grabbed my shoulders while wrapping her legs around my waist. Grunting and moaning, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face down to her, kissing me passionately. She could still taste her pussy in my mouth while I was filling her hole completely. Her legs started to shake and I could feel her becoming tighter around the girth of my shaft.

“Oh my God, Christian, I’m going to cum,” she cooed as I kissed her.

“Me too, Sarabelle. I’m gonna cum with you.”

Before I knew what was happening, she pressed both hands against my chest, pushing me away from her. Her eyes were wide with determination as a wicked smile grew across her face.

“What the hell?” I asked.

She didn’t reply. She only put a finger over my lips, silencing me instantly. She turned me around, pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on next to me. She kissed me softly while running her fingers through my hair before placing her hand on the back of my head and pressing her body against mine. Each kiss gradually building in intensity as I groaned. She grabbed shoulder and pushed me up against the pillows. One of her hands found its way down to my cock before she wrapped it around my thickness. Moving from my lips, she started kissing down to my chin and neck, stopping to nuzzle on my collarbone. At the same time, she was using her hand to stroke my hard shaft, which was still slick with her juices.

She took the thick head of my cock into her hot, waiting mouth and ran her tongue along the length of my shaft, paying special attention to my sensitive, swollen tip. As she went, she twisted her hand a little, making the skin around my shaft taut as she continued to tantalize me. Her other hand eventually made its way down between her own legs in an attempt to satisfy her aching pussy. Her fingers were working at her swollen clit, causing a wet spot to form on the sheets beneath her. I placed my hand on the back of her head, entwining her hair in my fingers before pushing her down, making her take my length further and deeper into her mouth and down her throat. She looked up at me with desire in her eyes. Slowly, she removed my cock from her mouth before she started to kiss back up my body, nibbling at my defined hips, kissing my washboard abs and muscular chest before making her way up to my neck and ears.

She leaned in as close to me as she could and whispered, “I want to make you cum,” as she gently squeezed my cock. Then, leaning over to my other ear, she continued, “but not quite yet.”

“You’re killing me,” I replied.

She ran her nails down my chest and followed that up with kisses before looking up at me with a curious face.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“I was just wondering what you thought about eating my pussy.”

“What do you mean? I enjoyed every minute it.”

“Did you really? Did you love it? Was it great or was it just okay? I think this is something we need to revisit.”

Before I had a chance to properly reply, she started to straddle my face, positioning her sopping wet pussy right over my mouth. All I could do was wrap my hands around her thighs and pull her tightly against my face, feasting on her. Soon, her knees were trembling and she was pulling herself away from me.

I think she must have been getting close because she moved away from my face and down to my cock, taking it in her hand and slowly guiding it into her waiting hole. I looked up to watch every inch of my manhood disappearing into her and filling her completely. With both of her hands pressed down on my chest, she tossed her head back and let out a loud moan before increasing her pace. Her breathing was quickening as she dug her nails into my shoulders.

“I’m close,” she whispered in labored breaths.

I grabbed hold of her hips, matching my thrusts to hers while her sloppy pussy was grinding faster and harder onto me. I could feel her getting tighter around me as she started to shudder.

“That’s it, baby. I’m gonna cum with you.”

“God yeah, cum inside me baby.”

“Tell me again. Tell me what you want.”

“I want to feel your cum deep inside of me. Fill my tight little pussy, baby.

She squeezed my ass in both of her hands, she pulled me deep inside of her as I started to tremble and filled her tight pussy, just like she had asked me to.

When we were done, we didn’t bother to wipe off. She slid off me and joined me next to the bed, placing her head on my shoulder. Turning my face to meet her, I kissed her softly before we both drifted off to sleep. I have no idea what came over her, but I liked it.

CHAPTER 15

Sarabelle

I’d had yet another fantastic night with Christian. The prior night was a lot more intense than any of the nights we’ve spent together but I’ll just blame that on the alcohol and call it a day. It was fun being able to explore different sides of my sexuality. Being spanked was something I thought I would hate but I found out that I actually like it. I felt like I was playing a character that was the complete opposite of me. I’m normally a pretty good girl but there I was, being punished like a bad girl. It made me realize that I wanted to experiment even more with him. If I liked his spankings, what else would I like?

I’m sure Christian is probably feeling a bit confused by my actions. He’s never seen me so aggressive and while I’m sure he loved it, he’s probably wondering what in the fuck happened to me. The truth is, I spent the day practicing how I was going to tell him about Kade. I was going to go into this long spiel, explaining everything that had happened and what he had said to me. I was sure Christian was going to be upset but I didn’t know if he was going to be more upset with Kade or with me for going along with it. To calm my nerves, I figured the best thing for me would be to go to a bar and have a few drinks. That’s what my sister does when she is nervous or anxious. Hell, she will use just about any excuse to drink but those are two occasions that I know of. That might not sound like much of a problem for most people but it is for me. I don’t drink. I’ve never been much of a drinker and I was already pretty tipsy before Christian got to the bar. All of the things I planned to talk to him about disappeared from my head and we decided to drink more instead. Now that I’m sober, I can’t stop thinking about Kade and his threats. I even tried to talk to Christian about it the following morning but the words wouldn’t come off my tongue so I always changed the subject to something more pleasant.

Eventually, I got out of bed and jumped in the shower to get cleaned up. While washing my hair, I could smell bacon cooking. Christian was making me breakfast. I couldn’t help but think about how sweet that was. Here was this bad boy with all the money in the world and he was cooking breakfast for me. Sure enough, there was bacon, eggs, toast, orange juice and coffee waiting for me when I got out.

“I thought you might be a little hungry after last night,” Christian said as I emerged from the bathroom and into the kitchen.

“Thank you. I’m starving.”

“I also put a couple aspirin on the table for you in case, you know, you might have a headache or something.”

He was right. I did have a headache. My head felt like it was a chunk of meat that had been beaten with a meat tenderizer. In other words, my brain felt like it was going to come out my ears. I grabbed the aspirin immediately and slammed them down with my orange juice. Christian laughed and shook his head.