Page 27 of His Good Girl

Alexis glares at the phone like it has personally offended her. I press my finger to my lips then hit speaker. “Yes, Allison?” My voice is surprisingly even. I keep my eyes locked with Alexis’s and continue the torturous swipes of my cock through her weeping folds. I see a trickle of fluid drip from her pussy, running down to the tight puckered hole that I have yet to explore, but now think I might need to.

“Jacobs is on line two.”

“I'm busy, please hold all calls, Allison.”

“Yes, Mr. Walker.”

The call disconnects and I slam into Alexis’s waiting pussy, swallowing her scream with a bruising kiss. I stand there buried inside her, giving us both a chance to adjust to the abrupt penetration.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet and tight. Look at the way you squeeze around your Daddy.” We both look down to where our bodies are connected as I begin to thrust, taking her in long slow motions. Her whimper is so sexy that I break the smooth rhythm I had set. She looks amazing, brown eyes alight, face and chest flushed, spread out on my desk with my cock pounding into her.

“Play with your breasts, baby, work your nipples.” Without hesitation, she does what I say, pulling and tweaking at them until she's moaning. I purposely avoid her clit, wanting this to last. When I finally press her clit with my thumb, she nearly topples over, her pussy clamping down with a strangled cry on her lips. I circle her throat with my hand, barely squeezing. Just enough to add to the pleasure without pain or restriction of breathing. Her eyes roll back, and she thrusts against me. “My dirty girl likes my hand around her neck, dominating her.” Her response is a whimper as her legs start to tremble.

I guide her down so she's lying back on my desk spread out for me. I groan when I see that she isn’t fully naked, cursing myself for being too impatient to get her clothes all the way off. Next time—next time, I'll unwrap her like a present and celebrate every glorious inch of her body.

I continue to thrust into her, pistoning in and out. At this angle, I'm gifted with the best view of her pussy taking my cock. It’s heady and fucking perfect. I flick her clit and am filled with smug pride when she bites her hand, trying to stifle the scream. My balls draw up and a tingle races down my spine.

“Fuck, baby, you feel too fucking good. I'm about to come. I want you to come with me. I want to feel your greedy pussy milking me as I fill it with my cum.” I flick her clit one more time before pinching it hard and watch her combust. Her cries fill my office as her pussy grips me so tight it’s hard to move, pushing me over the edge as I spill my seed into her. I slow my thrusts, guiding her down from the orgasm, before I collapse forward onto her, burying my face in her neck. The way she cradles my head, running her fingers through my hair, causes my chest to tighten. I’m falling for her, and I have no idea how to stop it, or if I even want to anymore.

Once we catch our breath, I realize I have nothing she can use to clean up with, so I drop to my knees and lick her clean, the mix of our releases coating my tongue. It was supposed to be just that, but within seconds, she was building to an orgasm again, so I let myself feast on her pussy. This time, I explore the tight pucker of her ass, circling and massaging it before dipping the tip of one finger inside, instantly sending her over the edge.

Fuck, she's fulfilling my every fantasy.

As I help her right her clothes, she starts to laugh. “Damn, my legs are jello after all of that.” She presses her lips to mine as the intercom rings.

“Mr. Walker, just a reminder you have a call in fifteen minutes.” I drop my forehead to Lex’s as she laughs.

“I guess that’s my cue to head out.”

She makes it out the door before I follow, not ready to say bye just yet. “Allison, I'm going to walk the young lady out, be right back.”

We get into the elevator and head down to the ground floor. She looks slightly disheveled and like she has been thoroughly fucked. Reaching out, I hold her hand, needing that contact. We don’t speak, just watch each other as we wait. It takes every ounce of my strength not to pounce on her and ride her all the way to the ground floor. The sassy smirk on her face tells me she can see all my thoughts. As the final floors pass by, I pull her in for a chaste kiss, loving the sound of her sigh against my lips and the way she melts into me.

After watching her leave the parking lot, I check my watch and race back upstairs for the call. Allison pins me with an arched look as soon as I come through the door. I cough to hide the bark of laughter that comes out. I thought we were quiet but that look tells me she heard everything, and I can’t deny that I'm filled with a perverse sense of pride at the fact.

Entering my office, I’m assaulted with the smell of her, of us, and damn, if I'm not ready for another go already.

32

ALEXIS

As I pull out of the parking lot with a goofy ass smile on my face, I release a breath. I didn’t come here with the intent of having sex, but it definitely worked out. I squirm in my seat, remembering the way Finn licked me clean after we both came on his desk. It was one of the most erotic things I have ever experienced. Then the tender way he retied my straps and held my hand in the elevator. Damn, he is ruining me, chipping away at my carefully built walls each time I'm with him.

Stopping for a red light, I rest my forehead on the steering wheel. I didn’t get around to asking about us, but in my defense, all rational thought flew from my head when I saw him looking all Fifty Shades of Grey behind that desk with his sleeves rolled up. We need to sort our shit out, but I’ll see him again in a little over a week. Maybe then we'll talk.

Damn, though, that man knows how to please a woman, so sure of himself and dominant. After he licked me clean and gave me round two, I nearly went all Oliver Twist on him, begging, “Please, sir, can I have some more?” I laugh at my own joke as I pull onto the highway and make my way home.

The rest of the week is absolutely insane between work and packing—I really have way too much shit. Marcee stays with her dad, giving me the place to myself. After having a roommate for the last four years, it was nice to just be on my own. I'll miss seeing Marcee every single day, but she's only two floors below me, so I'm sure we’ll still see each other all the time. My head is still all over the place where Finn is concerned, but I decide to not over analyze everything and just relax until next weekend when we move into our new places.

Marcee should be back in the morning, so I'm enjoying me-time, lounging on the couch in Finn’s T-shirt. I just finished watching American Pie, a true classic in my opinion, and I’ll fight anyone that says otherwise. I hit play on Varsity Blues when I get a FaceTime request from Finn, whose name is now ‘Daddy’ in my phone. He hasn’t called since I left his office, but I find myself almost giddy about seeing his face.

“Hey there, beautiful.”

“Hey yourself.” I try to contain the dorky smile, but I know I'm failing miserably. “I’m surprised to hear from you.” He’s down on the beach and the sunset in the background is breathtaking, making me ache to be there with him.

“Yeah, I wanted to go for a run before dinner with Marcee and suddenly was missing your face.”

Melt me into a puddle of goo…I usually have firm walls around my heart when I'm with guys, kind of a hit-it-and-quit-it mentality. Jax was my first foray into the relationship scene and that ended spectacularly, but with Finn, I can feel my walls breaking down more and more with each passing day. It’s exciting and scary as hell, to be honest. Thank you to my father for all the trust issues.