Page 34 of Good Girl Gone Bad

Chapter Eleven

“Our engagement is fake, but the way you send me into overdrive is all too real,” he said, meaning every damn word. He covered her lips with his, and she opened her mouth to him, granting full access. Delving his tongue inside her, he rejoiced.

Maybe he shouldn’t have told her so much about his life, but she made it all too easy to open up and share. And now, to keep from thinking about the consequences of his own actions, he’d fuck her like he was born to do.

Tongues melded, he slid one hand down her back, caressing the area between her butt cheeks. She shifted on top of him, making it easier for him to knead her plump ass.

Ever since she began touching him, stroking his scalp with vigor, his cock had engorged. A rush of blood traveled south in his body, and every part of him was in complete awareness of her tits rubbing against his chest, her teeth grazing his lower lip.

She disengaged her mouth from his, panting. “Marco, I don’t know if I can last long.”

He kissed her nose. “That should be my line. You’ve been teasing me with your hands for a while. We need to get even.”

She nibbled his jaw, sending currents of electricity through his body. “I’d like to see you try.”

Marco tugged at her hair, bringing her face down so she had to stare at him. Challenge gleamed in her extraordinary green eyes. He maintained the gaze for a moment, without loosening his grip. She moaned, and her nipples rubbed against his chest, the tips hard and tight. Slowly, he dipped his head to close the gap between them, until his face was a breath from hers. She parted her lips in a silent plea for him to end the torture. Too bad he was enjoying the game, even if his cock throbbed painfully.

“Please…” she said, her voice above a whisper.

“What? What did you say?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, pretending he hadn’t heard her.

She lifted her chin to end the distance between them, and he pulled her hair back a bit, pinning her to his complete advantage. She closed her eyes for a moment, and he imagined the sensations overwhelming her.

He loosened his grip on her hair until his hand traveled down her stomach, and soon he inserted two fingers into her wet pussy. She arched toward him, her eyes opening with a start, her breath coming out labored. Lily was like an exotic fruit, delicious and ripe for the taking.

With his other hand, he continued to massage her ass in circular movements, each time his fingers landing closer and closer to her puckered hole. He enjoyed touching her, playing with her, teasing her…making her his.

She pulled his head down, kissing him with fervor, her lips searching, her tongue stroking his without mercy. He added another finger to work her pussy, loving how wet and ready to be fucked she was…all for him. “Marco,” she called, withdrawing her lips from his momentarily. “Keep doing this. Touching me.”

“In the front or the back?”

“Both, babe. Feels so good when you fuck me like that.”

Encouraged, he intensified his thrusting and retreating out of her pussy. If they weren’t surrounded by water, he’d hear the sound of his fingers slapping her each time they entered her snatch or backed away. Now, his arm made little waves around them, and soon water splashed out of the tub, but he didn’t care. He continued the menacing rhythm, dead set on pleasuring her, and at the same time, slipping his index finger into her hole.

She yelped and gave a little jump, but didn’t jerk away. She thrust her hips into his finger, moaning, her eyes half closed. “I want your cock buried inside me,” she said in a voice so raw, so honest, he couldn’t resist.

As much as he wanted to extend their foreplay, he couldn’t. Marco removed his fingers from her pussy and replaced them with his cock, adjusting her position enough so she accommodated him. He should give her complete control this once, and let her set the rhythm, but he didn’t resist. With one hand still squeezing her ass cheeks, he gripped the edge of the tub with the other and began pounding her.

“More,” she whispered.

He moved his finger in her asshole, mimicking how his dick rammed her in and out. Soon, his own world began to collide, a powerful surge of pleasure igniting in his core and spreading all over him. He intensified his claim on her, fucking her deep, making her shake. Her sexy moans filled the air, her neck vein pulsating. Following her cue, he let go, climax drilling through him until a growl was the only sound he managed to produce.

She rested her head on the curve of his neck, still quivering. He pulled his cock out of her, and carefully removed the finger from her back entrance. Kissing the top of her head, he sighed. No matter how much either of them tried to dictate the rhythm of that screw, their desire had become a force of its own.

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“More coffee?” Lily asked Marco, holding the container.

“No, thanks,” he said, watching her pour some more black liquid into her mug and sit next to him. Damn it. If it’d been up to him, he’d have used the machine in his room and not come to the outdoor terrace to have breakfast with everyone. Thankfully, after a quick round of small talk, his uncles and aunts had left the area to prepare for the day’s activities.

Besides a few distant cousins whose name he didn’t recall right away, they were alone. Most people must have eaten earlier, his grandmother included. He chugged his remaining coffee, and this time the drink rolled thick and cold in his throat. Why was Lily being so nice to him after what he’d said the previous evening? She had proposed, subtly of course, that they still see each other after the end of the contract.

He’d heard that glimmer of hope in her voice. What if she wanted more from him, more than he could give? He’d been honest from the beginning. Maybe she wanted to renew the contract, which would be ludicrous. What else could she possibly want from him after he’d paid her debts and secured her salon?

His gut clenched. Money. She’d need money for advertising to promote her salon. After all, if she didn’t do anything drastic to get more clients, she’d be in a dire situation soon. A monthly allowance, perhaps?

“Hey. What are you thinking about?” she asked, nudging his elbow.

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