His Girl: A Sexy Rom-Com Erotica

by Mia Kendall

  All the better for us. We don’t need such scum polluting the earth, and it makes me happy to know Meg is safe.

  “Babe,” I call as I check my watch. “Come on, it’s Good Friday. One doesn’t be late for Good Friday dinners around these parts.”

  “Can I play the ignorant city girl card?” Meg teases.

  I turn around at the sound of her bare footsteps coming down the stairs, and holy hell. My mouth falls open at the sight.

  “So? Is this hot ass worth the wait?” Meg stands on the short landing and begins to pose like it’s her stage. The red flannel shirt she borrowed from me is knotted above her belly button and undone to show a hint of her cleavage. And the denim shorts she’s wearing molds around her hips and ass like it was made for her.

  “Shit.” I bound up the three steps to reach her on the landing. I touch my hands to her bare waist. Her warm skin is tan from the occasional mornings we spent lazing—and fucking—in the open fields.

  Meg chuckles and turns around in my arms. She swings her hips and brushes that ass over my growing erection. “This is for you,” she purrs, grinding herself on my crotch. “You like?”

  “You know it.” I take her hips and jerk her back against me, placing her pussy right on my erection. This forces Meg on her tiptoes, and she grabs the stair railing for balance.

  “Liam,” she says breathlessly. “We’re gonna be late.”

  “Then you shouldn’t have teased me.” I reach around to undo Meg’s shorts. “Now we’ll be having our own party right here.”

  And what a party it’s gonna be. I slip the shorts over her ass to reveal a skinny black thong that barely covers her pussy lips. Yeah, I don’t stand a fucking chance. It’s like I’m reduced to a horny boy of thirteen whenever I’m around Meg.

  And from her hitched breaths, I can tell she feels the same about me too.

  “Good girl.” I pinch her ass and then slap it hard. Her cheeks jiggle from the impact, and I groan with lust. This woman was made to torture me.

  “Liam,” Meg moans in that sweet voice she knows drives me crazy. “You’re making me wet. Now I’ll need to change.”

  And sure enough, she is. I can feel her clear honey starting to pool between her pussy lips, soaking her black lace thong. Keep going this way, and she’s gonna drip down her thighs.

  And we can’t have her smelling too much like sex, can we? It’ll drive the other men crazy.

  So I get down on one knee and spread her cheeks. I can see her puckered rosebud, the swollen pussy below it. I nuzzle the tip of my nose against her ass, at the same time placing my hot, open mouth over her entire pussy, licking up every drop she is giving me.

  Meg grabs the railings and spreads her legs wider, rocking back against my face. She moans so loudly the sexy sound fills our whole house.

  I take her pussy lips gently between my teeth and tug. I lick my tongue and swirl it around her clitoris, making her pant even more. Then I suckle her pussy whole, loving the taste and smell of my woman.

  Soon, I feel Meg pulsing against me, her thigh muscles clenching.

  “Ohhh,” she moans, the sound throaty and raw. “I’m gonna come…”

  Then she throws her head back in ecstasy. I smile as she grinds her sweet pussy against my face hard with her climax.

  I get up only when Meg is sated, and draw her languid body into my arms.

  “You’re impossible.” She smiles against my chest.

  “And you’re perfect,” I murmur into her hair, enjoying the feel of her against me. Her body was made for me, softness against hardness. And she’s all mine.

  Then I feel Meg’s small hand slowly creeping to the fly of my jeans, and I laugh. “I appreciate the thought babe, but we’re really gonna be late.”

  “Hmm… Guess I’ll just have to take care of you on the way there.”

  I draw back and look down at her sly smile.

  “I love you,” I tell her simply. “More than life.”

  Meg tilts her head and gives me an astonished look. “Wow, it’s amazing what the promise of a blowjob can make a guy say.”

  I pinch her ass. “I tell you that every day, scamp.”

  She grins, and the warmth of my girl’s smile fills my chest. “I know,” she says in a singsong voice. “And guess what? I love you too.”

  Our lips are smiling when we kiss, and I know in that moment that this woman in my arms belongs to me, and I to her. She’s mine, and I’m hers, for now and forever.

  END

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Resemblance to actual persons, things, living or dead, locales or events is entirely coincidental.