Good Girl Ch. 01

One fateful evening, i happened to bump into an old... friend of mine. We had not seen each other in years. But damn, she still looked good. And that ass... my God. She was smart, driven, and sexy in a tomboyish way. Her name was Ashley. I will not forget it. She wouldn't forget mine either.

"Damn, Ash, girl, you look good in those yoga pants." I complimented.

"Oh, you noticed, huh? Guess all those squats are paying off, then." She smirked, and twirled, giving me a peek of her ample curves.

"Squats? You always had that ass since high school." I said with a laugh.

"Pfft! Shut up! YOU remember that? I was still trying to figure out high heels." Ashley said, hitting me playfully.

"DID you wear heels back then?"

"Barely. I looked like a baby deer. Remember at prom when I almost took out the punch bowl..." Ashley said, laughing. "God, we were fucking disasters...."

"Man, I looked sexy at prom!" I said, smiling.

"Oh my god, you did. You did. That tux was nice. Meanwhile I looked like someone's tia forced me into that dress... oh wait. She did."

"With those curves? My God." I said.

"Pfft, you're just saying that 'cause you were drunk off vodka in the parking lot... I did catch you staring when i bent over to fix my strap. I saw you."

"And I would have did it sober, just more subtle..." I said, smiling.

"Please, you were NEVER subtle."She said crossing her arms. "But... I did low-key like the attention. Still do." Ashley said, biting her lip.

"Girl, you got me staring now. That ass in those should be illegal. How'd you get all that..."

"In those pants? It's a gift... and you're under arrest for staring without permission." She said, teasingly, with her hip out.

"Sorry, Miss Officer." I said, with my hands up.

"Mm-hmm, that's what they all say." She purred and stepped closer. She then tapped my chest. "I think you're exactly sorry enough to get yourself in some real trouble..."

Her voice dropped to a whisper, turning me on in the process. Her brown eyes turned darker.

"OH?"

"Yeah, 'oh.'" She said, grabbing my collar and yanking it downwards to her level with a grin of wickedness. "Now shut up and take your punishment like a good boy."

"Punishment? You're one of those? I didn't know you liked it like that. Kinky..."

"You don't know WHAT I like. Sit down." She growled, before nipping at my earlobe and saying... "But you're about to find out."

"Damn."

"Damn right." She murmured hungrily, crawling into my lap with that dangerous sway in her hips. "Now start beggin'."

"Yes ma'am." I responded. I wanted her. I wanted her bad. So bad that it was unreal. It was years upon years of sexual tension and it was about to get out.

"That's what I thought." She grinned, before finally kissing me roughly. I returned it.

"MMM." I groaned with a smack on her ass.

"FUCK..." She reacted with a sharp gasp. She laughed. "Bastard. Guess I gotta punish you twice..." Her manicured nails dug into my shoulders as she grinded on me with absolutely no mercy.

"I can take it. But can you though?"

"Oh, you sweet thing. I invented this. Try to keep up, huh?" She purred as she rolled her hips slow and intently watching. Ashley then bit me on the collarbone. "There's levels to this. I don't break easily."

"Then prove it, mamacita. Show me why they call you 'La reina del infierno.' I speak Spanish also, mami." I said, showing off my somewhat broken bilingual skills.

"Fuck--" She said, in Spanish. Her breath hitched as she heard my words. Her grip tightened. "Well, get ready, papi," She growled in Spanish, yanking my head back for a rough kiss again. It was at that point I unlocked The Queen of Hell's wrath. I was hers. She was mine.

"Well, drag me to hell. I'll bend the knee... gladly."

"Oh my god!" She threw her head back in laughter. Her nails dragged down my chest. "Look at that, so devoted..." Her palm smacked my cheek with a crack with her venomous smirk on her face. "Now pray."

"Fuck, whatever you want, reina. Just don't go easy on me. Just know I'm going hard on that ass." I sad promising.

"Fucking idiot--" She moaned as I flipped her onto the couch, with her toned legs and thick thighs locked around me. "As if I'd let you get away with any thing fucking less..." Again, her teeth bit into my shoulder.

"If you're dragging me down, I am taking you with me. Bend over." I commanded.

"Finally. Goddamn." She said with a laugh. Her perfect fat ass was now arched and ready to be destroyed. "Don't fall asleep, papi..." Ashley looked back with a look filled with lust. "Or I'm going to have to punish you again..." She said in her native tongue.

"Ok..." I said, smacking her ass hard.

"Fuck!" She cursed out. I slapped her ass again. "Fine, keep smacking me for all I fucking care-- ah!" Her nails clawed at the couch cushions while I had the most beautiful view of her fat ass jiggling with every hit. I kneeled down to worship her fat, delicious ass, licking her wetness in the process. Her back arched violently, with her thighs clamping on my head...

"Son of a... BITCH!" Her curses in Spanish dissolve into moans and gasps. "Si, ahi! right fucking there! Right fucking there, papi! AH!" The couch creaked dangerously under her state. So much for her being in charge.

"Whose pussy is this, Ashley? Whose pussy is this?" I asked, lustily.

"Yours! Yours!" Her moans escalated to cries and sobs as she rode my face shamelessly. "Just... ah, fuck... keep doing that..." Her moans were pitched higher and higher. Her ass was now red from my handprints.

"That ass? Mine. Understand?" I said, with a hunger like never before.

"Yes, papi! Only yours! Only yours!" She said in Spanish, as she came hard, almost falling off the couch. I was not done with her. Not yet.

"Oh, fuck!" She said in Spanish, with her whole body seizing. Her body arched off the couch as she took every inch. "Fuck. Fuck. So big..." At this point, Ashley was clawing at anything in reach.

"You like this dick?" I said, thrusting while looking in her eyes.

"Fuck! Give it all to me, papi..." Ashley moaned in want. Her eyes rolled back as she met every thrust with a grind of the hips. "Yes! Yes! Right fucking there!"

Her legs locked, pulling me deeper with a whimper of need. That smart mouth of hers was now begging for it. Pleading for it. Saying "Papi" or "Daddy". Amazing, isn't it?

"You're mine. Mine. Understood?" I said to her softly. I kissed her passionately and softly while stroking steadily. We matched eyes, her ragged breathing and breathy moans matching mine. "All these years. I wanted you."

"YOURS!" She screamed in Spanish with her climax ripping through her with tears streaking down. "Always yours, daddy." She then half-muttered a Spanish phrase as she flopped down on my chest.

"Good girl. Wait, what did you say?"

She smiled and said...

"I thought you spoke Spanish, cabron. I said I came like a whore... and get me water, or I will hurt you. And... maybe... I..." She got interrupted.

"I know."

"Don't get used to it, asshole." She said, playfully hitting me.