Page 100 of The Good Girl Effect
And while I watch her struggle, both with me and against me, I realize that I have to do something I never thought I’d be able to do again. Because if I don’t, I’ll lose her for good.
Covering her body, I bring my face so close to hers that she can’t look away. Her fiery gaze bores into me as I whisper the words—it’s like I’m trying to hide from them.
“You want me to tell you I belong to you too, right?”
With her chest heaving, she nods.
I press my forehead to hers, breathing her air and feeling her heart pound. “You don’t want me, little bird. Don’t you see what a mess I am? You deserve so much better.”
Her lip trembles as she stares at me. “Don’t say that,” she whispers, holding her head up higher and waiting for me to say what she wants to hear. “I do want you, Jack.”
The tired beating organ in my chest stutters at the sound of her saying that to me. I had to know it was true before, but hearing those words from her lips hurts as much as it heals.
“You want me to say that I am yours as much as you are mine, but you must know it’s true. Don’t you see what you’ve done to me?”
Her expression softens as she looks up at me. The fire is still there as she whispers, “Then say it.”
I don’t hesitate. “I am yours.”
There is disbelief in her expression as she winds her arms around my neck and practically leaps into my arms, kissing me with as much fervor as before.
Mumbling against my mouth, she pleads, “Then take me, Jack. Make me yours, and I’ll never touch another man again.”
A low growling sound escapes my lips at that response. Picking her up off the floor, I carry her over to the dresser against the wall and set her on the surface. Her legs wrap around me as I kiss my way down her neck, nibbling and licking as if I’m trying to devour her. I want to mark her and leave her covered in bites and bruises to prove to anyone who dares to look at her that she is taken.
I’m rough with her body as I move my lips to her breasts, squeezing her flesh tight enough to make her feel how much she means to me. And when I bite the tight bud of her nipple, she throws her head back and whimpers. “Harder.”
I’m coming undone, being torn into a million pieces until all that remains is a base, carnal version of myself with only one motivation—her.
My fingers tear at her panties, ripping them off or maybe in half. I can’t tell, and I don’t care. I just need to get to her cunt and taste her. Dropping to my knees, I throw her legs over my shoulders as I jerk her body to the edge of the dresser and loudly devour the divine paradise between her legs.
Every inch of her body belongs to me. My woman. My delicious pussy. Even the cries of pleasure that pass through her lips are mine.
Her screams are loud, and her body thrashes as I suck fiercely on her clit. I realize it’s the first time I’ve had the pleasure of hearing her sounds during sex. We usually have to stay so quiet, but now, she’s giving me everything. And I fucking love it.
Her fingers grip tightly to my hair at the scalp and pull until it makes my eyes water. I welcome the pain. Ineedit. I moan loudly against her.
While my mouth is busy between her legs, licking up her scent and covering my face with it, my fingers work to undo my pants. A tight, overwhelming arousal crawls down my spine as I wrap my hand around my cock, pumping as I feast on her cunt.
“Please,” she cries in a needy whine. “I need to come.” Her voice is strained, her head hung back as the word draws out like she’s been possessed.
“Come on my tongue, little bird. Let me taste it.”
I slide my two middle fingers into her tight heat, curling them as I thrust hard. She practically levitates off the dresser with her legs wrapped tightly around my head.
As she screams, her pussy pulses and tightens with her orgasm, and it’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.
“Good girl,” I praise her, letting her ride out the entire wave of pleasure on my mouth and hand, but as soon as the climax has crested, I stand and kiss her fiercely on the mouth. She’s unafraid to taste herself, kissing me back as I settle myself between her thighs.
When the warmth of her cunt welcomes the head of my cock, I hold her by the back of the neck so she is forced to stare into my eyes. Then I thrust inside, pressing myself as deep as I can go.
This is proof that I’m hers. The way she takes every inch is all the proof I need that her body is my home.
Staring down, I watch my cock slide back inside her. It’s a feeling I’ve never had with any of the women I’ve been withbefore, and I know that Camille will always be the exception. If, God forbid, I lose her, no one will ever come close to her perfection.
I understand the weight of that realization. But it’s too heavy to carry at the moment, so I shove the thought aside.
Instead, I focus on the pure bliss of being inside her, finding the rhythm in her body, tasting her lips as I move.
