Page 39 of Don't Fall For Your Fake Boyfriend
I whimper.
“Now that we’ve established you’ve been a naughty girl, are you going to be good?”
I nod. “Yes, please,” I scream out. “I’ll be a good girl.”
His hand makes contact once more and the resounding smack reverberates throughout the room. He quickly rubs away the pain. “Your little ass is so tight,” he whispers, rubbing.
I glance up at him, trying desperately to see his face, and his eyes turn me on. My insides turn to molten lava when I gaze into his eyes.
It’s like he’s in a trance, his hardness pressing against my chest. I’ve never wanted anyone more.
I need to beg for it. If that’s what he’s looking for, I’ll do it. I’m so turned on.
“Brock, please fuck me,” I say, hoping this is what he needs to hear.
“I’m not convinced you’re going to be a good girl for me.”
“I promise, I’ll be whatever you want me to be. Just please…” my words fall away as his hand smacks my ass cheek. He rubs away the pain like he’s done the other times, and I start thrusting my hips to relieve the ache growing deep in my core.
“Oh, I like hearing you beg me for it, Willow. Keep going.”
“I need you, Brock. Please,” I’m nearly crying for it, that’s how turned on I am. Like if I don’t get his big fat dick inside me, I just might die.
And no, that’s not me being melodramatic. It’s the truth.
I need his dick.
It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen, and part of me wonders what it’ll feel like once he’s thrusting deep inside me.
He spanks me once more. “Tell me you’ll do anything for it. Tell me you’ll be my good little girl. Fuck, you turn me on so much.”
Same. He turns me on so badly.
“I’ll do whatever you want, Brock, please. Fuck me. Make me your good girl.”
That works, because he whisks me off him in one fluid movement, and next thing I know he’s on top of me, my legs wrapped around his body.
His hand trails down my body, in between the valley of my breasts, and further south. He toys with my clit, pushing a finger deep inside me. “Your pussy is so fucking wet for me.”
My hands rest on his shoulders, my fingernails digging into his flesh. “You make me so wet,” I tell him. “Soaked.”
He pushes the head of his dick at my entrance. “Ah, you feel so fucking good.” He pushes a tiny bit more in, before he retracts and moves off me.
I prop up on my elbows. “What’s wrong?”
He pulls a condom out of his jean’s pocket. “Don’t want to end up like Shep and Felicity.”
“Good thinking, but I’m on the pill.”
Brock’s eyes widen, momentarily stoic with his hand raised in the air, condom in between his fingers. “Seriously?”
I nod. “And I’m clean, promise.”
He flings the condom across the room. “Willow, I’ve never fucked bare before. I don’t know how long…” his words fall away as he mounts the bed, and then me.
“I don’t care. Just get inside me already.”
Brock smiles down on me. “So bossy.” And then he plunges his dick deep inside me in one quick thrust.