“Hey, G?”

The man lifted his mouth from Annais’s neck.  The way he was going at it, she could’ve mistaken him for a vampire.  She’d surely be left with a mark tomorrow, not that she minded.

“What is it, Annais?”

“Um…”

Was this a bad time to mention it?  With her shirt peeled away, and his yukata falling off his shoulders?  With him straddling her in such a way that she could feel his arousal throbbing against her?

“G… I-I…”  She swallowed, trying to get the guts to tell him. “I’ve never done this before.”

The man’s eyes lit up, then darkened with lust once more.

“Oh, Annais,” he grinned as he tilted forward to steal a kiss from her lips.  His mouth hovered over hers, his breath hot and smoky as it took hers away.  “I’m your first?”

She sheepishly nodded. It felt silly for a young woman her age to admit she had zero experience.

“You really are a lucky girl,” he said with a chuckle.  “Just relax and follow my lead.”

She did as she was told, trusting him as she had done from the moment he first spoke to her on the beach. She didn’t even know his name, yet she obediently followed.  It felt so right to listen to his every command.  It felt even better hearing him confirm she was doing just fine.  Thankfully, he didn’t lead her astray.  Every thing he instructed brought her more pleasure, got her body ready for him.  By the time he finally pressed into her, it wasn’t anywhere near as painful as she had been led to believe.  In fact, she wasn’t hurting at all.  The feeling of being filled by him felt so natural.  She couldn’t believe she went without this long.

“Good girl,” he cooed, thumb stroking her hip in tiny circles as he did.  Her body reacted, clenching around his cock at the sound of those two words.  

That was the first time. That phrase alone was nearly enough to make her cum.  She knew she’d never get enough of hearing it.

 ~

“Good girl,” Morty told her as she rolled her hips atop him.  “You’re so good at this now, Annais.  I knew you’d get the hang of it.”

Annais bobbed her head. A hand under her skirt palmed at her bare ass.  The other held her hip to steady her while she rode him, since she couldn’t steady herself with her hands bound by Morty’s scarf behind her back.  It was a little tricky the first few times they did this, causing her to lack confidence in trying this position again.  His constant reassurance despite this had her beaming.

She didn’t much feel like a good girl when she snuck halfway across the world and lied to her mother about the true reason for her visits.  But the way it rolled off Morty’s tongue so eloquently had her believing it.  He was such a sagely man, wise and kind beyond his years.  He didn’t say things just to please others.  When he spoke, his words were genuine.  Praise meant more to Annais coming from a man she trusted.

“You look gorgeous from this angle,” he complimented.  He briefly let go of her to brush his messy blonde hair away from his eyes for a better look at her body, then sat his hand right back on her hip.  “You’re doing so good.  Keep it up a little more for me.  We’re almost there.”

He chewed his bottom lip as he watched her.  One particularly well-timed roll of her hips caused him to shut his eyes and his grip on her to tighten.  She did this again, wanting desperately to bring more moans from him.  He cracked open his eyes and smiled up at her.

“You’re such a good girl, Annais.”  His purple eyes glistened with adoration.  “Always eager to please, aren’t you?”

Her cheeks burned hotter. Morty was right; she was eager to please.  She was eager to hear each soft pant of his mingled with sweet words of validation.  She was eager to be a good girl.  Those two words continued to linger and swirl around in her head as she bounced on his cock.  Maybe if she did well enough, he’d call her that again.  She was addicted to it.

~

“That’s a good girl,” Piers purred.  Her eyes rolled back and she choked back a moan beneath the palm he had planted over her mouth.  “Shh shh… Keep it down just like you’ve been doin’, Ann.  Keep bein’ good for me.”

Annais saw stars every time she felt Piers’s full length thrust inside of her.  It was so hard to keep her voice down.  The way Piers’s mattresses squeaked every time he rammed her against it was loud enough.  

“Only bad girls wake my sister, Ann,” he quietly reminded.  “Good girls prove they’re good enough for us to do this more often.  You like bein’ fucked senseless by me first thing when you wake up, doncha?  Wanna do this every time you’re over, love?”

His cock was thick enough to hit every sweet spot at once.  It was enough to make her scream and writhe from overwhelming pleasure. But she bit her lip and kept it all in. In spite of her blissed out and still sleepy state, she was resolute.  She was going to prove to Piers how good she could be for him.

“This cunt of yours feels so exquisite this mornin’, Ann.”  The hushed whisper raked over her ear before he kissed her neck.  “What’s got you so turned on, my love?  The danger of bein’ overheard?”

She shook her head, lips pursed tight.

“No?”  He sounded like he didn’t believe her, yet was curious to know the truth.  “What is it, then?”

She didn’t speak up. She wasn’t going to risk opening her mouth.

“Ah… I see.”  He huffed in amusement.  “That determined to be on your best behavior, love?  Dead set on being a good girl for me?”

Again, she said nothing and made no noise of acknowledgment.  She swallowed down her moans.  But her cunt pulsed around the cock buried within her, clearly speaking on her behalf.  This brought a soft chuckle from Piers.

“Don’ worry, Ann,” breathed Piers, nuzzling her behind her ear.  “You’ll always be my good girl.  Even if you slip up.  You’re my good girl.  You’re the best girl.  An’ I love you.”

She was so close to cumming at the sound of his praise.  It wouldn’t be the first time, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.