Page 23 of Good Girl Gone Bad

He sucked her other breast, nibbling the tender area. She moaned and thrust her hips forward, experiencing a familiar buildup firing in her belly.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

He planted pecks on her stomach. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“If you keep at it, I’ll come even without waiting.”

When he nudged her thighs apart and lowered his head in between them, she let out a whimpery sound she almost didn’t recognize. He licked her, his tongue stroking her most intimate flesh, causing another coat of her own female lubrication. She loved how he ate her, with passion and reckless abandon.

She linked her legs around his shoulders, excited at the prospect of him diving into her wetness, losing himself inside her pussy. What she didn’t count on was…he kept exploring her, his tongue tracing south of where he usually pleasured her. She gasped. Was he—

“Relax,” he said. “I want to taste all of you Lily.”

All?She relaxed her limbs, trusting he knew what he was doing. He licked the area near her hole, the tip of his tongue trailing a sinful path. Her instinct drove her to clench her thighs, but he patiently opened them and continued at it, upping the game by inserting two fingers into her pussy.

She moved her hips. He was kissing her asshole, licking her thigh, thrusting his fingers into her in a forward and reverse fashion. A tingle spread from her core to all areas of her body, turning into an extreme shiver. When he flicked her clit in addition to all the magic he worked on her, she called his name, her body shaking from top to bottom, sweat glistening her arms and chest.

A cold draft tickled her when he slowly rose from between her legs. That’s the effect he had on her—he brought so much heat, but he also took it away. “I love to watch you come,” he said.

She fanned over her flushed cheeks. “You kind of make it impossible for me not to.”

“Good, but the fun is not over. Get on your hands and knees.”

She gathered whatever strength she had and followed his command, turning onto her belly then lifting her ass in the air. She splayed her hands on the mattress like she was about to do push-ups, because she probably needed that kind of endurance. Gosh. She should work out more.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, and for a while he left the bed. She imagined he grabbed the lube and the butt plug.

“I was thinking I need to work out more often.”

“You’re gorgeous.”

“So are you, but I bet that eight pack of yours doesn’t happen overnight.”

He chuckled. “Nothing in life happens overnight, my dear Lily… Actually, I’m wrong. You happened to me overnight, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get over you.”

His words cut a knife through her soul. She dared to glance at him over her shoulder, desperate to know if his voice had turned serious at the end or if she’d imagined things. When her gaze collided with his, moisture evaporated from her throat. Flecks of silver gleamed in his dark irises, giving him a mix of intensity and excitement. He watched her in silence, without wavering, as if he’d meant what he’d said. I’m not sure I’ll ever get over you. What did his confession mean to him—to them?

Afraid she’d let him see right through her, she jerked her head back in place, away from him, but not from the madness flooding her.

Without saying anything, he propped her legs apart and touched her intimately. She didn’t need this to confirm she was already soaking wet for him. Ready. Willing. She rocked her hips into his hands, hoping he’d get the hint and screw her until her world made sense again. Until his words had less meaning to her. Until she no longer entertained thoughts of admitting that she, too, would never get over him.

“Lily.” He called her like a curse.

He drove his fingers into her hair, tugging it toward him. Her scalp sizzled, sending little charges through her. At the same time, he thrust his cock into her pussy, her walls stretching to accommodate him. He pulled her hair a little more, sending fiery sensations down her spine. Her skin goose bumped. She’d never been so primitively claimed in her life.

He released her hair and moved his cock out, then slowly in, making her squirm for more. Then she heard him picking up the lube. She heard him pop open the tube, then the sound of Marco rubbing it on his palm. As he thrust deep inside her pussy, she felt his finger, coated, slide between her ass cheeks. At first, her involuntary reaction was to expel him from there. She stiffened her back, unsure about what to do.

“It’s new for you. If you trust me, we can have a lot of fun,” he said from behind. “If not, it’s okay.”

His compromise rang in her ears. The fact he would be totally fine with her not trying anal sex, not seeing it through, caused her to let out a long exhale and say, “Keep going.”

Why not judge for herself if she liked it or not? After all, her clit was throbbing, anticipating him touching her there, making her hotter than she’d ever been before. And she raised her ass, felt his finger push inside her, felt it close to the thin membrane separating his cock as he drove it inside her.

Her clit wanted to explode, the sensations firing through her, bringing her close, oh so fucking close to her orgasm. He withdrew his dick, then thrust into her again, deeper, harder. She threw her head back, reveling in how amazingly good it was to have him fully inside her, and not knowing where she ended and he began. While deep inside her, his balls at the base of her sex, he withdrew his finger from her butt, and she was about to ask why, when an instant later, she felt something bigger, longer, poke at her entrance. The plug.

No doubt to distract her, he drilled her pussy hard, delivering each thrust hotter than the last. She whimpered, pleasure coiling in the pit of her stomach. He inserted the plug all the way inside her and moved it in and out of her, mimicking the actions he did to her snatch, but with far less intensity. With his free hand, he made round circles on her ass, kneading her fleshy butt, palming her skin until it warmed under his sensual touch.

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