Page 81 of The Last Good Man

“No, you’re not.”

A smile lines his gaze.

“He wouldn’t have fucked you right,” he says, and I wish I could be a better conversation partner, but my brain is overwhelmed by the idea of having sex right now.

“If there’s any consolation, I didn’t go for that. So there’s that,” I say.

He gives me a knowing smile, which is dirty like my thoughts.

Everything feels dirty right now.

His fingersmovingin and out of me. And the wayhe looks at me, slightly detached, although entirely focused.

The way he talks about another man fucking me and how we chat about my boyfriends. And not in the least, the way he teases my clit and brings his mouth closer to my chest.

He looks upas helowers his mouth and does the last thing I needed right now if I wanted to last.

He grips the edge of my dress and lowers my neckline before scooping out one of my breasts. The thought that he is about to take my nipple into his mouth fuels the fire between my legs.

As good as it feels, I know this is going to end.I feel it inthe trembling of my body, howI push my chest into his hand and move my fingers through his hair.Parting my lips, I push out labored breaths.

“Moan for me, baby…” he says. “Let it all out. Don’t feel bad about how you feel.”

“I don’t…” I say before he sinks his teeth into my breast, and a powerful storm sweeps through me, just as strong as the one outside.

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MELODY

Tremors go through me as he sucks on my nipple, his fingers moving slower and slower until they stop, only his thumb still gently stroking my clit. This is probably one of the most intense,longestorgasms I’ve ever had, my chest still heaving and wet arousal trickling down his fingers when a quiet hum surges through the house, the lights come on, and a voice rings outside.

“The power is back,” Olivia says as ifshe’sstanding by the door.

Spooked, I step back, his hand falling from between my legs, my skirt sliding awkwardly over my thighs.

It’s all crumpled, but my first thought is to tuck my breasts back into my bra.

“The door…” I murmur, and he rises to his feet. “It’s unlocked,” I add in a shaky voice.

What was I thinking?

“It’s all right,” he says, heading that way.

He steps outside and talks to Olivia.

At least it doesn’t look like he just finger fucked me.

I want to laugh and cry at the same time.

“What the hell was that?” I murmur to myself, desperately running my hands over my dress to smooth out the fabric.

The lights in the room barely add a bit of glow.

Still panting, I look around the room.

What now?

My eyes stall on the bed as Itry toimagine us doing a repeat. Somehow, things no longer make sensein my head, but I’m not ready to see him go just yet.

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