So Good

by Moore, M. K.

  So Good

  MK Moore

  Flirty Filth Publishing

  Contents

  Untitled

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Other books by MK Moore

  About the Author

  So Good

  By MK Moore

  © MK Moore 2019 Flirty Filth Publishing.

  All Rights Reserved

  By the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without permission of the publisher is unlawful piracy and theft of the author’s intellectual property. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for brief quotations used in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  The use of actors, artists, movies, TV shows and song titles/lyrics throughout this book are done so for storytelling purposes and should in no way be seen as an advertisement. Trademark names are used editorially with no intention of infringement of the respective owner’s trademark.

  This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.

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  Cover created by KL Fast

  Created with Vellum

  Dedicated to The Weeknd and the song “Or Nah” by Ty Dolla $ign, specifically The Weeknd’s verse. I'm obsessed with it. This story was born after I listened to this song repeatedly for weeks. Thank you, gentlemen.

  #SaveThatShitForLater

  When you know, you know…

  Luke Kelly was having a terrible day until sunshine walked into the bar.

  Oakley Riley, a famous model, was not in the mood for anything until she sat on a certain barstool.

  Love at first f*ck.

  Dicknapped is a real thing.

  P*ssy so good, he must own her.

  This is a Turn Me On Short Story. It's a safe and oh so sexy Instalove with a HEA.

  MK Moore

  One

  Luke Kelly

  Today sucked big time. My job as a stockbroker is normally a great one, except for days like today. The stock market dipped a little this morning, causing my clients to freak the fuck out. By the closing bell, everything was back to normal, thank God, but some of my clients panicked. I sold stocks that would have been fine had they not insisted that I sell them. Five o’clock couldn’t come fast enough. Thank fuck, it’s Friday.

  Now, I'm sitting in my favorite dive bar, Nick’s, in SOHO. I'm savoring my Jameson, listening to an 80’s cover band performing a marginally passable “Don’t You Want Me” by the Human League, when she sits down next to me. Her arm brushes mine as she takes her coat off and I am jolted by the static electricity her light touch has caused. The rustling fabric also sends her perfume this way. It’s more intoxicating than the Jameson I'm savoring. The bartender appears in front of her immediately, as if he is drawn to her just as much as I am. I gotta shut this jealousy shit down. I discreetly stare at her. She has an energy all around her and I am drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

  “What can I get you, doll?” The bartender asks, causing me to frown. Who the fuck does he think he is calling her doll? My jealous reaction is a new one for me and it frustrates the fuck out of me, so I push it aside. For now. For some reason, I am imagining that I will be revisiting this feeling for the rest of my fucking life.

  “Hey, Jimmy. I’ll have a pint of Guinness and a Jameson chaser,” she says settling further on her barstool. Her voice hits me right in the balls. My hardening cock reminds me that I haven’t gotten laid in two or three years. Maybe longer. Fuck, I’ve been so busy, it was the last thing on my mind, until now. I have never wanted anyone so badly in my entire thirty-one years on this planet.

  Now that she isn’t wearing a coat, her tight blouse shows off her magnificent tits. I imagine my face buried in them, making her come with just my mouth on her nipples.

  Jesus, I’ve suddenly become an imaginative bastard.

  “Bad day?” Jimmy the fuck asks her. I have to work hard to keep my scowl in check. Don’t want to scare her.

  “You know it. It felt like a Monday all damn day. So glad it’s Friday though,” she says laughing. Her slight southern accent makes me tense up. Her breathy voice has got to be the sexiest thing I've ever heard.

  “I’ll be right back with those drinks, doll,” he says moving off. I don’t like that guy at all.

  “Are you going to stare at me all night, or are you going to tell me your name?” I didn’t even realize she turned to look at me. I was looking at all these curves she’s rocking like a boss.

  “Shit, sorry. I’m Luke Kelly,” I say extending my hand to her which she shakes.

  “Oakley Riley, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” The word pleasure drips like honey and promises from her pouty lips.

  Oakley looks like a sin I can’t wait to commit. Her creamy skin and long brown hair are a stunning combination. Her vivid green eyes are so expressive.

  “The pleasure is all mine,” I say smoothly. I take a giant gulp of my now warm drink. “So, what do you do?” I ask.

  “Currently, I’m a model for a plus-size fashion empire,” she says taking a drink of the beer Jimmy set in front of her. “Mmm, that is so much better. What do you do?” Her moan is hot as fuck.

  Now that I think about it, I am pretty sure she is on a giant billboard in Times Square. In a black lace bra and panty situation. I should know, I've stared at it often enough. I growl involuntarily. I don’t like that others can see her in that state.

  “You a bear in the circus or something?”

  “What? No,” I say.

  “You might want to keep your growly nature in check then,” she says giggling.

  “I, uh, actually work on Wall Street,” I reply.

  “So, a wolf may have been a better animal choice, she says laughing again. “It sounds interesting though,” she says taking a long drink. I am fascinated by her throat working as she drinks her beer.

  “Not overly. Stocks and bonds. Money exchanging hands. The rich getting richer. Do you want to talk about your shitty day at work?” I ask. She nods. Her hair shakes loose a bit and the coconutty scent of her shampoo invades my senses.

  “Normally, work is like a dream. Except for days like today. I had a handsy photographer. I can’t stress how much I hate handsy photographers. They give everyone in the industry a bad name.”

  “Want me to kill him for you?” I ask, lowering my voice. I am shocked that I am not entirely kidding.

  “Is that a service you offer to all the girls?”

  “Not normally, but for you, I’d burn the whole world down if you asked me to.”

  She throws her head back and laughs loudly. I don’t know why she’s laughing, I was dead serious.

  “You’re cute,” she says patting my thigh. And my hard cock that has lengthened down my thigh. “My, my, my, you’re a big boy to boot,” she says but doesn’t move her hand.

  “I think you are the one being handsy, Mrs. Riley,” I say, trying to ascertain if she is actually single. Surely a woman like her is taken. Her face goes sheet white.

  “It’s Ms. Riley, but you can call me Oakley. An
d I apologize for being handsy. That’s never cool,” she says moving her hand away slowly. My own hand shoots out and I grab her wrist lightly, holding it in the air.

  “I didn’t say I hated it, Oakley.” I feel her shiver, so I let her hand go. She sets it back down on my cock. I grin. She drinks some more of her beer and tosses back her shot.

  “You got a girlfriend or a wife and six kids waiting for you back home?”

  “No. To all those things,” I reply, chuckling.

  “You got a man?” I demand gruffly. Even if she does, I’ll make her forget all about him.

  “No,” she says smiling and squeezing my cock through my pants. Fuck.

  “You want to get out of here?” she asks.

  “Fuck yes,” I say quicker than shit. I raise my hand to Jimmy the fuck, gesturing for our bills. Taking out my credit card, I pass it to him. Once we are paid up and the tip taken care of, I help her into her coat. I notice she doesn’t have a purse so, I take her hand and lead her out onto the street. “Your place or mine?” I ask.

  “Do you have roommates?” she asks hesitantly.

  “Nope,” I answer. My apartment overlooking Central Park is about three and a half miles from here, so I hail a cab.

  “Your place is it is then.”

  This woman is about to become mine.

  Looks like tonight will be infinitely better than the day I had.

  Two

  Oakley Riley

  I never do things like this. Ever. Fuck, I’ve never even had sex before, so why I am being so bold with a stranger? A hot as fuck stranger with the biggest cock in the world and it was hard for me. I am overly excited about that fact.

  Now, don’t get me wrong, I am not one of those big girls whose self-esteem is low and will jump on any hard cock, obviously, but there is just something about this man. Something I can’t put my finger on. I have accomplished everything I have set out to accomplish despite my size. I have a sizeable fanbase on Instagram. I’ve been in movies and tv shows. Danced and sang on Broadway. Walked some of the best catwalks in the world.

  I’ve been in the business since I was fifteen, I've been around men before. Men who have wanted to use me for one reason or another. I held my ground with those kinds of assholes. With Luke, I don't get that vibe. Oh, he wants to use me alright and I'm gonna let him, but it's a very different vibe than I've gotten in the past.

  Now, six years later, I am growing bored with modeling. I have been contemplating the next chapter of my life for a while now. Luke Kelly feels like something big, despite knowing next to nothing about him.

  I slide into the cab and feel him slide in next to me. His cologne is torturing my senses in the best ways.

  It’s now that I notice he is still holding my hand tightly in his. He leans into me, kissing my neck. He takes a few deep breaths like he is memorizing my scent, which causes goosebumps to rise on my skin. I turn my face to his. When our lips touch, he growls into my mouth and I see fireworks.

  Instantly, I realize that this is my first and last first kiss, so I savor it.

  The cab comes to a stop in front of a fancy building.

  “You live here?” I ask.

  “I do. Why?”

  “No reason. It’s fancy.”

  “It’s just home,” he says shrugging while swiping his card in the card reader.

  He opens the door and turns back to face me. As I was sliding across the seat, my skirt hiked up higher and higher on my thighs and I am well aware of his gaze on my lace panty covered pussy.

  “Fuck,” he says through clenched teeth causing me to smile.

  We hurry inside his building. It's so fancy he enters a code. Once in the elevator, he kisses me with so much passion, my knees almost give out. “I got you, gorgeous,” he says, and I shiver. Being in this business, I hear that word and ones like bandied about often, but this is the first time I believe someone means it. Like fiber of my core believe it. The elevator opens straight into his living room.

  “Your place is really, um, cool,” I say looking around. Honestly, it feels like a sterile environment. Everything is gray or white as far as the eye can see. Even the kitchen was gray and full of stainless steel. There are no pictures or knickknacks anywhere that I can see. It’s actually pretty bland. He laughs loudly.

  You're not a very good liar, Oakley. I know it needs a woman's touch,” he says.

  “Very much so,” I say huskily. I am totally imagining that I am the woman in his life.

  The next thing I know, I'm pinned to the wall to the left of the elevator. Both of my hands are locked in just one of his larger hands above my head. His other hand reaches down and pulls the hem of my knee length black skirt. His long fingers caress my thigh. This is the single hottest moment of my life. He moves my panties to the side and runs his fingers through my wetness. I moan long and loud.

  “You're so wet, pretty girl. I'm gonna destroy this pussy,” he says pulling his fingers from me. I nod like an idiot, but in this moment, I can already tell that is the truth. “Leave your arms up, Fantasy.” I whimper at the loss, but do as I am told. He puts them in his mouth. The very same fingers that were just swiping through my wetness. I groan and lose my mind. My lips devour his. He deft fingers find the eye hook above my zipper and he opens it, then slides the zipper down. My skirt pools at my feet. He pulls away from my mouth, leaning away from me. I lift one heeled foot, then the other, kicking away the garment. I still have my white button up shirt on as well as the corset, thong, and garters from my shoot earlier. With my arms still up on the wall, this pose looks filthy as fuck.

  My ass is popped out, making it look bigger than it already is. His deep brown eyes roam down my body. Despite being new at this, the look in his eyes is pure lust. I decide that it must be a primal instinct to notice that. Once he sees the garters hanging down on my thick thighs, he mumbles something, but I can't understand what he's saying. I'm pretty sure I can hear my heart pounding, anything else is impossible.

  Suddenly, he grips my shirt and rips it open. I moan as buttons fly away from my chest and make little pinging sounds as they land.

  “No fucking way,” he curses.

  “What?” I question, unsure of myself for the first time. I literally stand in this state of undress, sometimes wearing even less, for hours at a time, almost every day, I have no earthly reason to feel this way. Then he grins lecherously at me.

  “You look like a motherfucking Christmas present. A Christmas present I want to open with my teeth.” The black corset is tied with a bright red bow.

  “Maybe you should open me?” I manage to ask with barely a breath left in my body.

  Three

  Luke

  I think I'm having a heart attack. My heart is pounding right outta my chest. I'm about to come in my pants like a teenager. She is dressed like every fantasy I've ever had, right down to her sky-high black heels. Everything about this girl screams fantasy. Her thick curves are gonna kill me. She's a good girl too. Her arms haven't moved from the position I put them in at least ten minutes ago. My gaze drifts down to her tits. They are spilling over the top. My mouth waters as my eyes take in her sexy Irish freckles. My hands shake a little as I pull the red bow open and unlace her from the tight corset.

  When it pops open her D cups bounce before settling high and tight on her chest. I toss it somewhere in the room, it lands with a thud. Leaning forward, I pull one of her nipples into my mouth, loving it with my tongue. Her moan spurs me on. Releasing one with a wet pop, I then pull the other into my mouth. Her moan gets louder. Moving my tongue down her belly, I stop at and toy with her low panty line. Finally, I hook my thumbs into the waist and slide them down her legs.

  “Step,” I say, and she does so immediately. Now she is before me in a garter belt and those fuck me heels. Her cunt is glistening, and I have the strongest desire to drink from her, which I can honestly say I've never done before. I place biting kisses on her thighs before my tongue swipes through her wetness. She cries
out and only then does she move her hands. She grips my hair so hard, I see stars, but I welcome the bite of pain. I dip back into her pussy. Lifting one of her legs over my shoulder, I devour her. I must be doing something right, as her heel digs into my upper back. Thank fuck. When I am rewarded with her cum on my beard, I grin and let her leg down. She is unsteady, so I help steady her. She steps out of her heels and suddenly she is so much shorter than I thought she was. Probably 5’5 to my 6’6. She’d tuck perfectly under my chin. I watch in fascination as she shimmy’s out of her garter belt and fluidly drops to her knees. I am still fully dressed to her stark nakedness.

  I quickly kick my shoes off as her little hand fumble on my belt. Her black fingernails a stark contrast to her creamy, pale, almost see-through skin. In the back of mind, I hear a little voice telling me to go easy on her, but that’s going to be hard as fuck. She is a Goddess. My motherfucking Goddess. All that now curly hair, disheveled making her look like sex incarnate. When my belt hits the floor with a loud metallic clanging sound, she pulls my cock from my black boxers.

  “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” she whispers, causing me to smile. My smile is wiped away as she pulls as much of my cock into her mouth.

  “Shit,” I say harshly. Harsh enough that she pulls back.

  “Did I do it wrong? It’s my first time,” she says biting her lip and looking back down at the floor. I use my index finger to push her chin back up so that she is looking me in the eye.

  “No, Fantasy. It’s so fucking right. Too damn right.” She smiles up at me and pulls me back into her mouth. For some reason, all I can think about is coming inside of her sweet tasting pussy, so I start shedding my coat and pull my tie off to keep from coming down her pretty throat. She pulls off of me and starts to unbutton my shirt. She gasps as all of my ink comes into view. She traces her fingers over the words “Trust Implicitly” that I have on my chest.