Page 12 of Good Girl and Grinches

Sabrina’s breath hitches as I slide my hand into her panties, her eyes locked onto mine. Her lips part, and I can’t resist leaning in, capturing her mouth with a hungry kiss. She tastes like mint and home, a combination that sends a jolt straight to my groin.

Her body arches into my touch as my fingers find her wetness. She’s soaked, her wet heat radiating against my palm. I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, nipping at her collarbone. She gasps and her thighs squeeze around my hand.

“Flame,” she whispers, her voice a plea. I love the way she says my name.

I try a few motions and settle on stroking rapidly over her clit, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, begging for attention, but I don’t dare unleash her huge tits from her bra.

It’s taking everything in me not to come while I’m touching her. Nutting in my pants would be so uncool. I’m not ready to reveal that I’ve only gone all the way with my hand.

So, aside from the bra containing temptation, thoughts of Ty keep me from letting go. Sabrina, on the other hand, is winding up nicely. Capturing one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard through her bra, I hope to tip her over the edge.

Her hands grip my hair, pressing my face into her pillowy breasts. I switch to the other one, lavishing it with the same attention. Her moans fill the room, testing my ability to hold back.

I slip two fingers inside her, curling them to hit her sweet spot. Her inner muscles clench around me. She’s so close. I pump my fingers in and out, but she isn’t moaning as loudly, so I return my fingers to her clit.

Her body tenses, her breath coming in short gasps. “Don’t stop,” she pleads.

I increase the pace. The grinding of her hips makes it hard for me to stay on her clit.

I lift my head from her breast, wanting to see her face when she comes. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

With a final stroke, she shatters. Her body convulses. A cry escapes her lips, a sound of pure ecstasy that seers itself into my soul. I gave her that.

I slow my movements, letting her ride out her orgasm. Her body relaxes, her breath evening out. When she’s sated, I bring my fingers to my mouth. Her taste explodes on my tongue, sweet, tangy, and utterly addictive.

Her eyes flutter open. “We might need to check that off twice.”

“Rock, paper, scissors, match.” Ghost’s voice and the smacking of palms tell me I’m going to have to step away far too soon. Sabrina and I laugh.

“Hell, yeah,” Ghost says, making me think he won. But when I look at their hands, he has paper and Ruckus has scissors. It takes me a second to process that he lost this round, which means he’s going to be the first one to make love to her.

Or will he be the only one? Once she honors the contract, will she be done with us? Her earlier comments about doing this forthe auction leave me uncertain. I don’t want to press her for more and freak her out though. This seems so fragile.

Ruckus says, “Whenever you’re ready, I’ll help you check the next box.”

“Then why aren’t your lips down here?” She slides a hand down her belly and into her panties.

Ruckus kisses her hand through the fabric, removes her panties, then gently spreads her thighs and settles between them.

I’m torn. My eyes flick between the sight of Sabrina’s pussy and her face. They’re both so fucking pretty. They’d both look great with my cock shoved in them.

Her gaze meets mine, and the connection sends a jolt straight to my groin. I want to see her unravel, want to witness every second of her pleasure, want to give her that pleasure.

Ruckus hovers his mouth over her pussy, and she squirms, anticipation etched on her face. “Please,” she begs.

He grins, looking up at her. “Please, what?”

Her eyes flutter closed, her hips bucking slightly. “Please do the checklist thing.”

“Don’t be afraid to say it,” I add between deep inhales as I’m still enjoying her scent on my hand.

“Go down on me, please.”

Ruckus’ tongue darts out, disappearing into her curls and deeper between her pussy lips. Her body jolts, a soft cry filling the room.

His mouth closes over her. Her hands fist the sheets, her head thrashing from side to side. I’m captivated, my cock straining against my jeans as I watch her climb higher.

Distractions threaten to fail me. My hips beg to have something to thrust against. My cock begs to sink deep inside of her. And my heart begs to reveal everything… and hope that she’ll have me.

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