"Billy, seriously, this isn't funny. Give me back my notebook," Sidney demanded, glaring at her boyfriend as he kept her Biology notebook, filled with charts, graphs, facts, and other information that were vital to her final grade, out of reach. Try as she might, she could not reach it and it was frustrating her to no end.
"I will once you've taken a break for a couple of hours," Billy retorted, keeping a firm grasp on the spiral-bound object he confiscated ten minutes ago.
"I don't have time for that," she groaned. "I need to study! That Biology final is worth 60% of my grade! If I don't get a good score, I'll finish this year with a C!"
Billy rolled his eyes, once again evading her attempt to recapture it. "You have been studying all day today! You were studying when I came over and you're still studying now. You need to stop and relax for a while. And you and I both know that with how smart you are, you'll ace that exam, especially since you've been studying ever since the exam date was announced a week ago."
"You don't know that," she pouted, but ceased in her attempts to regain possession of her notebook. Billy was taller, stronger, and faster than her, not to mention incredibly stubborn; physically retrieving it was out of the question at this point.
Billy felt his lips quirk up into a fond smile at the pout. Sidney was just so beautiful and all he wanted to do was kiss that little frown until it turned into something more enjoyable for them both.
"Take a break for two hours," he said softly. "You need it no matter what you believe, and I don't want anything to happen to you because you neglected yourself." The thought of anything happening to Sidney, big or small, made his heart burn with grief. He couldn't stand being without her for any period of time.
Sidney's gaze softened at the pain in his voice. "Okay," she replied. "I'll take a break."
"There's my good girl," he stated with a smile.
There's my good girl.
That should not have incited the reaction it did, but her body's response was automatic. Her breathing quickened, cheeks reddening and stomach fluttering. Her hands tightened around the soft fabric of her comforter, knuckles turning white as she fought to keep afloat the sudden wave of desire that threatened to drown her.
Billy tilted his head, staring curiously at her. "You okay?" He asked, taking note of the abrupt change in her physical state.
"Yep," she squeaked.
Billy narrowed his eyes, thoughtfully observing her. Just a few minutes ago she was calm and even a bit annoyed with him for withholding her Biology notebook. Now she was flustered and…is that arousal in her eyes?
It dawned on him then. Her demeanor changed right after he called her a good girl.
A slow, wicked smirk stretched his lips from one side of his mouth to the other. "Is that what you like?" He purred in a dark and seductive voice.
"W-What?" Sidney stammered, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched her boyfriend toss her notebook onto her desk and step closer to her.
Leaning down so he was towering over her, Billy placed his hands on either side of her to trap her, his smirk widening and his smoldering gaze boring into hers. "You like being my good girl, don't you?" He asked, sliding his hands so close that his fingers were brushing her hips.
Sidney jerked at the movement, her breathing coming in heavy pants. Her stomach clenched at hearing those words from his mouth. Her thighs rubbed against each other, trying somehow to relieve the ache in her pussy, but it wasn't enough.
She needed Billy. She needed his lips, his hands, his cock, his husky voice whispering in her ear and calling her his good girl…
She shuddered. "Yes, Daddy, I love being your good girl."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah…"
"Lie back, baby. Daddy's going to take care of his good girl."
Sidney whined but instantly obeyed, her back settling against the mattress and her legs falling open.
Billy smiled and undid the button on her jeans, pulling down the zipper and beginning to slide them off her legs along with her panties. His fingers then moved up her bare lower half to the hemline of her shirt. Soon she was completely exposed to his heated gaze, her clothes discarded on the floor next to her bed.
Placing both hands on her breasts, he began rubbing the soft, sensitive flesh in wide circles. A contented sigh fell from her lips at his touch.
"Do you like that?" Billy whispered.
"Yes, Daddy," she whimpered.
"Good girl," he said, removing his hand from her right breast and taking her nipple into his mouth, softly sucking on it as his other hand continued its motions on her left breast.
"Mmm, Daddy," Sidney moaned, leaning her head back and basking in the pleasure that her boyfriend was giving her. He spent several delicious minutes there before switching and giving her left breast the same loving attention. Her moans grew into high-pitched whines when he moved his mouth down her body, kissing her stomach and her thighs before pulling back his head and taking hold of her thighs to spread them wider.
"Beautiful," Billy said reverently, kissing her once on each of her inner thighs before burying his head between them, his tongue making contact with her pussy.
Sidney moaned loudly, arching her back and reaching her hand down to his hair, grasping the dark blonde strands with her fingers.
His tongue swirled into her folds, using the flat of it to focus on her clit as he slowly swiped upwards. Holding her open, he did this a few times before plunging his tongue deep to get more of the sweet juices leaking from her entrance.
Sidney's cries became more frequent every time Billy's tongue moved inside of her pussy, the desperate tone increasing with every rough brush against her clit. She squirmed beneath him, her pinned hips restricting her range of motion. She was being forced to take all of the pleasure he was giving her and because she wanted to be his good girl, she did it without complaint.
The harsh suck of his lips around her clit made her unravel, shattering apart beneath his talented mouth as she screamed his name.
Billy lapped at her release, using his tongue to thrust in and out of her pussy, helping her ride out her intense orgasm. When he heard her whine from the slight overstimulation, he pulled away from her. Grinning proudly, he looked up to take her in. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving, her lower body trembling with satisfaction.
"I'm guessing you liked that?"
She nodded, trying to catch her breath.
"Use your words."
"Yes, Daddy. I loved it."
"That's my good girl."
Sidney shivered. That powerful climax was fantastically exhausting to her virgin body, but she couldn't stop the desire that flooded her once more at his praise. She wanted him to take her again and again, over and over again until she was a babbling mess.
Billy chuckled when he noticed her reaction. "I know you want more, Princess. Believe me, I want you, too, but I don't want to overwhelm you too soon. You're still a virgin."
"But Daddy, I want you now," she whined, rolling her hips towards him.
He firmly gripped her hips, halting their movements. "Now, Sid," he warned. "Don't be a bad girl. You want to be my good girl, right?"
"Yes," whispered.
"Then listen to Daddy when he tells you to wait," Billy murmured. "I'm not taking your virginity tonight, but it isn't because I'm teasing you or being cruel. You're very sensitive and we both know that. I'm not going to accidentally hurt you because I wouldn't wait to put my cock in you."
As disappointed as she was by being denied her boyfriend's cock, Sidney felt warm at his concern for her well-being. He wasn't wrong; she was sensitive. When he was still licking her after she came on his tongue, it began to feel uncomfortable. Not painful, really, but she admitted to herself that it probably wouldn't have taken her long to reach that point.
Sidney nodded. "Okay," she accepted. "We can wait until next time."
Billy smiled lovingly down at her and kissed her forehead. "That's my good girl," he cooed, adjusting himself so he was lying on his back on her bed, bringing her as close as humanly possible into his side.
Sidney's heart fluttered and she felt the same familiar heat between her thighs at his praise. She didn't know how many times he called her his good girl tonight, but she knew that she would never get tired of hearing those words pass his lips.
'I'm his good girl. Always his.'
