Mia stepped inside and kicked the door shut. Jake was already waiting in the living room, shirt off, belt undone. "On your knees," he said. She dropped without a word, hands behind her back the way he liked. "Good girl."
He pulled his cock out and slapped it against her cheek. "Open." She did, and he pushed straight in, no warm-up, just thick and hard down her throat. Mia gagged once but stayed still while he fucked her mouth in short, rough thrusts. Spit ran down her chin. "That's it. Take it like the good girl you are. Eyes up."
She looked at him, watering but obedient. He held her head and bottomed out until her nose touched his stomach, then pulled back only to do it again. "Fuck, your throat feels perfect. Such a good fucking girl for me."
When he let her breathe she gasped and licked her lips. Jake hauled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch. He yanked her skirt up and her panties down in one move. Two fingers shoved straight into her cunt. She was already soaked. "Dripping for it," he muttered. "You been thinking about this all day, haven't you?"
"Yes," she panted.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I’ve been thinking about being your good girl."
He pumped his fingers hard, curling them until her thighs shook. "Good girls get rewarded. Bad girls get nothing. You want to come?"
"Please."
He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock in one thrust. Mia cried out. He grabbed her hips and started pounding, balls slapping against her. Every time he bottomed out he grunted, "Good girl. Good girl. Take that cock." The couch creaked under them. Her tits bounced free when he reached around and ripped her top open.
He flipped her onto her back on the cushions, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove in deeper. The new angle made her eyes roll back. Jake leaned down, mouth at her ear. "You’re so fucking tight. My good girl’s pussy is squeezing me so hard. You gonna come on my cock like a good girl?"
She nodded frantically. He reached between them and rubbed her clit in tight circles, never slowing his thrusts. "Come. Now. Show me what a good girl you are."
Mia came with a broken shout, cunt pulsing around him, legs kicking. Jake didn’t stop. He fucked her straight through it, then pulled out, flipped her again, and sank back in from behind. One hand fisted her hair, the other smacked her ass. "Again. Come again for me. Good girls come when they’re told."
She did, sobbing into the cushion, body jerking. Jake groaned, pace turning sloppy. "Gonna fill you up. You want it?"
"Yes—please—"
He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pumping thick ropes inside her while he growled, "Good girl, good girl, good fucking girl." He stayed inside until he softened, then eased out and watched his cum leak down her thigh.
Jake pulled her upright and sat her on his lap, arms around her.
He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. "You did so good for me tonight. My perfect girl." His fingers slid between her legs again, slow and lazy, smearing their mess. "Think you can take one more round after you rest?"
Mia nodded against his chest, already pushing back against his hand. "Yes. I want to be good for you again."
He smiled against her hair. "That’s my girl."
