Page 43 of Good Girl Gone Bad

“No, baby. You’re going to keep coming.”

She mellowed. She turned around to see him and found him sweaty, smiling victoriously, his cock halfway into her. Fuck, he was having the time of his life. “Come all the way, babe.”

“Oh, yes,” he said, and thrust his dick inside her. She gasped, trying to get used to his girth and size. It had taken her pussy a while to get used to him—she barely had been able to fit him completely when she’d deep throated him, so now she clung onto the pleasure he gave her, teasing her pussy, and relaxed her hips so he could impale her ass.

“I never… I never did this without a condom before. I can’t wait to fill your sweet ass with my cum and see it drip from your thighs.”

His dirty talking pushed her over the brink, and she let go again, riding that damn dildo relentlessly until it hit a spot inside her and she screamed his name. Her world shattered into countless pieces, and she had not an ounce of energy left in her. She dropped her hands down. Her face, drenched in sweat, hit the softness of the pillows.

He removed his hand from her, taking away the sticky vibrator. He perched his hands on her sides. As her last conscious act, she rocked her hips into him, locking him deep inside her, giving him the go-ahead for continuing the search for his own apex.

He retreated from her only to return again, so deeply that her head moved. Soon, his thrusts quickened, and she heard his breath heaving, her brain still barely able to assimilate much beyond the amazing climax she’d just experienced. When he released himself into her, he produced a manly, coarse sound that prickled her skin.

He filled her hole with his warm seed until he eased off of her and dropped to her side.

A silence stretched between them. They glanced at each other, and she had to swallow to keep from shouting the words begging for a release of their own.

“How are you doing?” he asked.

“Blissfully exhausted. You?”

“Satisfied like never before.” He scooted closer and kissed her forehead. “You’re amazing, Lily. I’ll never forget…tonight.”

She snuggled up to him, and he held her, planting gentle kisses on her shoulder. “Neither will I.”

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The next three days, they decided to hang out by the pool and spend time with his grandmother in the afternoons. After five exquisite nights, they had only one more day in Italy before heading back to the States. Marco’s heart did a silly flip whenever Lily looked at him, the memories of the previous night still burning in his mind.

Even now, as she talked to his grandmother over tea and biscuits on the outdoor terrace, he had difficulty shoving the images away. Lily was always so responsive, so vibrant, scorching in his hands.

“Marco. Marco,” his grandmother called him.

He blinked. “Yes?”

“Get the bag behind you, please,” she said, pointing at the gift bag on the chair next to him. She’d appeared downstairs carrying it, and he’d assumed she brought a gift to Lily.

He’d been right. Nonna took it from him, glanced at the bag lovingly, then with a sigh, handed it to Lily.

“I want you to have it,” she said.

“Thank you, but you didn’t have to get me anything,” Lily said, removing the tissue paper. When she produced a velvet box, her eyes widened. She opened it to find a glorious necklace filled with diamonds and peppered with emeralds.

Marco’s throat thickened. He recognized the lavish jewelry, despite not seeing it for many years.

“This belonged to my daughter. Since you’re marrying my grandson, I’d like for you to have it,” Nonna said.

Lily parted her lips, but hesitated. She petted the necklace, her fingers tracing the diamonds that sparkled in response. Quickly, she closed the box. “I–I can’t take it. I mean, I’m flattered you’re giving it to me, but it’s too big of a gift. It should stay in the family.”

“You will. You’re joining the family, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then what’s keeping you from accepting?”

Lily glanced at him, the look in her eyes a plea for him to try to change his grandmother’s mind. “It’s so beautiful.”

“She’ll take it,” Marco said, covering her hand with his.

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