More than anything.I nodded again, gasping for air.
“You have to earn it.”
I love to earn it.“I know,” I panted.
“I need you to tell me who this body belongs to tonight.”
I wet my lips, hesitation flickering through me. “Yours, Ty. Tonight, I’m all yours.”
He shook his head. “No. You have to mean it. You’re holding back on me. You’re holding on to him, even if he was never yours. You have to give in, Jo. It’s the only way to earn it.”
He was right. Furore’s love for me was a lie. I couldn’t live a lie. I was about to give Tirone up for good and throw myself under a bus because I was torn between the father and the son and had to make a choice. I was wrong. The choice was made for me. Furore never belonged to me. But Ty did. My body knew it and craved it. I had to let Furore go even if my heart wouldn’t let me yet.
“Is your body mine tonight?” he repeated.
No hesitation. “Yes.”
“Mine to do with what I like?”
“Yes. I’m your good girl.”
His heavy breathing in my ear and the speed of his fingers in my pussy made me wetter than ever. “Then show me. Show me how you’re going to come for me like my good girl.”
His words were like magic, bringing me to the edge. For the first couple of months of our relationship, I’d thought I had a degradation kink, but after that night he saw who I really was, I found out I had a serious praise kink. I wanted to be loved. I wanted to be worshipped. And I wanted it to feel real. That was why I had to earn it like a good girl.
He rocked his hips in a slow rhythm, the feel of his cock slipping in and out of my opening set me heady. “Jesus Christ, you’re wet.” Nipping my ear, he growled. “After tonight, you’re not going to want anyone but me. You’re never going to be with anyone but me. Why, Jo?”
“Because I’m yours. Because I’m your good girl.”
“Yes,” he hissed. “Fuck yes. Come for me, baby. Show me what a good girl you are.”
Just like that, I fell apart around his fingers and teasing cock. I stifled my screams into the crook of his neck so that Fort wouldn’t hear me as I came hard for his prez’s son.
“Yes, baby. That’s it. Ride it to the very last drop like a good bitch.” He pulled my hair a little only to bring his lips to mine, swallowing my moans. “You like to be my good bitch, don’t you baby?”
“Holy hell, yes. I’m such a slut, such a bad girl fucking a man I should never fuck, while I can get caught so easily, but you’re making me good, just for you. I’m your good, little bitch.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, fondling my hips and adjusting me on his cock to ride him. “Show me.”
I adjusted my ass on his thighs while I held the base of his cock and centered it into my opening. Then I pushed myself down, listening to the slippery sounds of taking him in my pussy.
I rode him nicely, and he suckled on my nipples, making me writhe and cry out like a real whore. He thrust his hips up with me, countering each one of my moves, deepening the pleasure tenfold. “Do you like how I ride your cock?”
“Fuck yes.” Thrust. “Such a good girl.” Harder thrust with gasping groans. “Come for me again, my little faerie. I need to hear you scream my name and see that fucking face you make when you come one more time. Would you do that for me?”
“Yes-s-s.”
“That’s my fucking good girl.” He gripped the back of my head and my shoulder and then his thrusts chased the fluttering pressure gathering down my belly.
I didn’t know how he did it, but Tirone could make me come back to back and keep me high on orgasms for an eternity. He did know my body better than his own. He did own me, and right now, I fucking loved it so much I was drenching his big fat cock with my cum.
I screamed into his mouth, waiting for his own cries of pleasure. He gave them to me, filling me with his delicious seed, because he, too, was my good boy, and I loved that even more.
As I took his beautiful face in, his eyes rolled back, his mouth curving up with a sated smile. “Welcome back to me. Your real home.”
I grinned back, a certain peace I’d never found anywhere but with him wrapping around me like a fuzzy blanket, shutting out the whole world with all its problems and dangers.
He rolled me off him and laid me gently on the sheets. Then he spread my legs and watched his cum spill from my pussy, filling me with a new rush of arousal. I glanced at his cock, being a bad girl one more time, and he, with his cock that was still hard, made me his good girl one more time.