Chapter 6 Good Girl

• The ride to his place was a blur. I didn’t recall our conversation before settling for our current destination. The car stopped, and he picked me up. My legs circled his waist, and my teeth sank into his neck, wanting more of his taste. He tasted like rich whiskey.
• People’s voices rang out and faded around us. If I had paid any attention, I might have noticed the unusual setting of his house. We entered the elevator, and he still wouldn’t let me down, not that I wanted him to. Once the elevator slid open and we were alone in the hallway, he became feral. He dropped me to the floor, grabbed my wrists above my head, and pinned me to the wall.
• I couldn’t protest when he shoved a hand into my panties and cupped my pussy. Until now, I didn’t know what I was missing. My back arched as a finger slipped into my folds. I was so slippery wet that the sound of his finger pushing in and out echoed through the walls. His lips covered mine to steal my moans and cries.
• When he pulled back, it was to ask, “You like that?” I nodded fast, afraid he would stop. His head came down. He licked the shell of my ear, and a current shot down to my toes. “Beth.”
• My toes curled, and my pussy throbbed. No one had ever called my name in that manner. I was no longer in control as he kissed a path to my neck. His teeth grazed me first, then a shot of pain flashed through that spot.
• I shoved him, and my hand went to the stinging spot on my neck. “Did you just bite me?” I asked. I touched something warm. My blood. “Jesus, you bit me.”
• “Sorry. Weird fetish of mine.”
• The familiar stranger made no move to touch me, and I understood it was his way of asking me to leave if I was no longer interested. My eyes scrolled over his body, and I let out a sigh.
• “Please don’t bite me again,” I said. When he nodded, I took his hand. “Where’s your room?”
• He nodded toward a door beside me and slipped a keycard in. The door clicked open, and we went in. We were barely inside when he had me up against a wall. I wrapped one leg around his waist, and he palmed my ass. His hand slid to the waistband of my thong.
• “Take this off,” he commanded. I wasted no time doing that, and he shoved it into his pocket.
• I made a sound of protest, and he replied, “I’ll keep that for you, Beth. Do you mind?” I had a feeling that even if I minded, he would still have taken it. But I didn’t get to say that because his fingers lowered to the folds between my legs. “You are so fucking wet, Beth.”
• What did he expect with the way he talked and touched me, stroking the walls of my pussy just enough to let me know what was coming if I continued to be a good girl for him?
• Our lips tangoed while my hand went to work on his zipper. I tugged on his jeans, only pulling them down to his knees before he lifted me. We made our way into a dark room. He flipped a switch, and the corner light came on.
• He placed me in the middle of the bed, and his lips quirked in a smug smile as he stared down at me. Overcome by shyness, I tried to close my legs, but he shook his head. “Part your legs for me, Beth. Yes, like that. All nice and slow like a good girl,” he said.
• My legs moved of their own volition, and he cursed. He dipped a finger into my wetness, brought it to his mouth, and sighed before sucking it clean. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I never went this far with Ian after that one time he scratched me wrongly. The stranger folded my legs at the knees.
• “I don’t even know your name,” I stated. “You don’t have a condom. I don’t know if you’re clean.”
• “Because you didn’t ask. I’m clean.” I made a sound at the back of my throat, staring into his eyes like the truth would appear there. “I am clean, Beth. The question is: are you clean?”
• “I am,” I blurted out.
• He smiled. “Waylen.”
• “What?”
• “My name. It’s Waylen.”
• “Way-len?” I replied.
• “The only name you’ll be calling tonight.”
• Those words were hardly out of my lips when he got down on his knees between my legs. He peppered kisses on my inner thighs, and I shivered when he blew a breath on my pussy. I wanted to close my legs, but he growled in warning. He inhaled the scent of my cunt, and chills raced up my spine.
• “Way-Waylen,” I breathed out.
• The first swipe of his tongue over my cunt had my teeth sinking into my lower lip. I whimpered. My hands found their way into his hair, and I pulled.
• Waylen kissed my pussy, and his tongue glued to my clit like he was expecting me to change my mind. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Spreading my folds open for his view, he pushed his tongue into my slickness, and my breath hitched. My mind blanked. My breathing changed tempo as he slid a finger to improve the experience.
• “Please. Way—”
• I couldn’t say what I was begging for. But my body was on fire, and my skin was burning. I needed his lips everywhere, most especially my pussy. I wanted him deep inside my cunt. We didn’t need words as Waylen took care of me. He feasted on my core, licking and teasing until I begged him to take me. He pushed me to the brink of orgasm but withdrew each time I was about to drop.
• “Please,” I gasped the next time he seized my orgasm. I was so close to the edge. He looked over my pussy, his lips shining with my slickness. “Please.”
• “Please what?” he replied.
• My mouth parted, but no words left it. He twisted his fingers inside my core, and my walls clenched around him. I was almost there when he pulled out, leaving me with a gaping emptiness between my legs. Fucking bastard.
• Waylen laughed. His body stretched over mine, and I had half a mind to smack him. His scruff shimmered with my wetness. He sucked on my lower lip, pushing his tongue into my mouth so I could taste myself. I wanted more than that.
• Emboldened by his boldness, my hands dropped to his cock. I purred with satisfaction, knowing I was the reason he was this hard. My fingers rubbed the thick mushroom head of his cock, smearing his pre-cum over his shaft. He groaned but let me explore. I guided his cock into my entrance, tempted to let him know I wasn’t so experienced. He thrust in hard, and I screamed. That hurt. That freaking hurt.
• “First time?” Waylen asked. I bit my lips, unable to say a word. He pushed my hair off my sweaty forehead and kissed it. “I’ll go easy.”
• Just an inch inside my pussy, and my mouth fell open. If I thought Waylen did an excellent job earlier with his lips, I knew I was about to be pushed into another world with this. A world Ian didn’t exist.
• Waylen pushed in and held. “So tight,” he whispered. “You want me to make you feel good?”
• I nodded as he pushed in a little more. “Yes. Please.”
• It felt like I was being split open from the inside out, but the pain also came with an unfamiliar pleasure.
• His hands fell on each side of my head. He thrust in softly and withdrew. This went on for a while until I adjusted to his length. My legs locked behind his waist before he could pull out again. Our eyes connected. I jerked my hips forward to let him know I could handle it, and he smiled.
• “So brave,” he whispered. “And all mine.”
• “All yours,” I replied, moving my hips in rhythm as our bodies familiarized. “Only yours, Waylen. No one else’s. Fuck me. Make me forget.”
• A light crept into his eyes, turning them a darker color. I blinked, and it was gone. But there was no time to question it. My pussy fit around his cock like a glove, and he rammed into me, his face showing a lot of strain as he held back from fucking me roughly.
• “More. Waylen, more,” I commanded.
• He paused. “Beth.”
• “More!”
• Waylen pushed into my virgin pussy in slow, precise movements. I breathed through the pain that eventually gave way to pleasure. He thrust in at a steadier pace, and the knot in my stomach exploded.
• “Waylen? I think I’m about to—”
• The rest of the statement never left my lips. An orgasm snuck over me. Waylen captured my lips as it rocked both of us, swallowing the screams that wanted to rip out of them. I laid there in our mess, no care or fuck given. Waylen rolled away, but I held him by his wrist.
• “Stay. Please,” I whispered. The rays of the corner light bathed his face and hair, casting a glow on him. The sight weakened me, and made my pussy tingle even more. Maybe that was why I sought comfort from him. He snuck back into the bed. I draped one leg over him, and his cum poured down my thighs. It ached a bit to move, but I snuggled closer to him, my head dropping to his chest. He placed an arm around me. “I think I like you, Waylen.”
• His lips pressed to the side of my head. I wasn’t sure that was part of the agreement, but I drifted to sleep with the biggest smile.