Page 28 of Good Girl Gone Bad

Chapter Nine

Desire hit Lily like a violent blow. She wanted to scream at Marco, to make him understand her frustration, but the urgency in his voice melted away any resistance. She’d chastise herself later. Now, she needed to give in to the unbearable tension creeping under her skin.

“Marco… I need you, too,” she said, unafraid to admit it out loud.

He pulled up her dress, and soon the coolness of the night whispered against her bare butt. “No panties. You’ll destroy me one day, Lily Jenkins, and I’ll let you.”

His words rang in her ears and caused a silly amount of empowerment to bubble in her body. He turned her away from him, and she planted her hands on the trunk of a thick tree. A couple of sounds caught her attention—squirrels moving, him unbuckling his belt. When she touched the rough texture of the tree, she felt fresh sap under her palm.

Marco kissed her neck, and the image of that enormous bed in the suite they shared filled her mind. How nice would it be to screw in that sinful bed?

He nibbled her ear, and a shower of prickles washed over her, her nipples rock hard. “Lily,” he rasped, and she wasn’t sure if it was a plea or a demand. “Lily,” he repeated in that rich, cultured voice that made her toes curl.

He nudged her thighs apart, and thrust his cock inside her, deep and hard. In any other circumstances, she’d complain about the lack of foreplay, but not this time. They both needed to fuck to clear their heads. Fucking had become both the problem and solution.

She rocked her hips into him, wanting to take him as deep into her as possible. He sank his teeth in the curve of her neck, and she moaned, the ripples of awareness drifting down her body. “So good.”

“You’re soaked. You were waiting for this, weren’t you? For me to lose my mind and straight up fuck you in the middle of a party.”

His words were an invisible force, pushing her to the edge. She fought to breathe, her breasts rising and falling. Could she fight his accusation? Sure, maybe she hadn’t planned the seduction, but he brought out a naughty side of her that simply didn’t care about anything else.

He retreated, only to ram harder into her, sending a delicious quiver to her entire being. A growl escaped his lips, telling her that he, too, was about to lose control. “Yes. You not wearing any underwear like a bad girl.”

She moaned again.

He cupped her breasts, his fingers warming her painfully taut nipples through the fabric. She squirmed into him, on a sexual high.

“Tell me, baby, tell me all about how I make you feel, how bad you want me to fuck you hard and make you come.”

Her clit tugged, pulsed, coiled with exquisite tension, the pressure building, building “I–I’m so close I can barely think.” She just wanted him to keep fucking her until she reached the climax she craved, needed. Instead, he withdrew his cock from her, and she gasped. Her body shuddered, a chilly sensation enveloping her like she’d just entered some Alaskan igloo in her birthday suit.

“What’s wrong?”

“Talk to me,” he demanded behind her. “I want you to tell me what you want, Lily.”

Talk to him? The argument started because he wouldn’t talk to her, and now he was the one begging her for words? Dirty words. He squeezed her breasts. Shit. She needed to say something to resume her glorious trip to Poundtown.

He pulled her hair a little, an act so primal she couldn’t stop her reaction, her response to him overwhelming, demanding more.

“I like when you screw me, hard and fast,” she said, proud at the edge in her voice. “Your cock fills me perfectly… It’s so thick and delicious.”

The touch of his hands on her tits loosened, and soon he slid his fingers down her waist, clutching her sides. “Go on.”

“I love that when we fuck, I feel like I belong to you. It’s not dirty, but it’s true. When you’re inside me, I feel…safe. Cherished.” Like nothing can rip us apart. The thought stabbed at her, and her heart thrummed wildly. Please, don’t care for him more than what was agreed. Don’t care for him at all. Her silent plea to her common sense was moot. A part of her already cared for him—immensely.

He positioned her so that she leaned onto the tree more, her ass in the air. She had half expected he’d leave her after her heartfelt admission, but he surprised her by driving himself into her again. “Like this?” he asked, his voice steady.

Her pulse raced at the base of her throat. “Yes. Yes, babe.”

She turned her head to see him, and even with a sideway glance she spotted how intense, how dangerous he looked as he drove into her.

He pounded her, and her moans filled the space, lost into the mystery of the night, until finally her orgasm spasmed through her, overpowering her senses and dissipating all the tension from earlier.

Marco had the gift of making her forget everything around her, and maybe she had a similar effect on him—if the way he choked out her name as his cock shuddered with his own release was anything to go by.

He kissed her shoulder. “We should probably freshen up separately,” he said, breaking the silence. “There’s a bathroom nearby, next to the pool area.”

She pulled down her dress. Some of his cum dropped down her thighs, and she closed her legs to keep it from sliding farther down. “Freshen up? We need to talk.”

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