Page 61 of The Good Girl

He reaches around me and roughly rubs my clit, driving me wild. One stroke and I’m gasping his name. Two strokes and I’m seeing stars. By the time he thrusts into me hard and pinches my clit, I’m screaming my release, squeezing him hard as he roars my name.

He slams into me, holding himself still for a moment before pulling out and coming all over my ass and pussy.

“You’ve ruined me, cupcake,” he pants. “But fuck me, I’ve never been so happy to be completely wrecked by someone before.”

I feel his fingers at the entrance of my pussy before they slide inside me.

“Havoc,” I warn.

“I’m not pushing it in far. I just like knowing my cum’s inside you when you’re surrounded by other men.”

I let him do his thing, feeling myself getting turned on again as his fingers stroke me, working me up until I’m squirming on the bed, my body burning with need. He flips me over and climbs between my legs, lining himself up before thrusting into me again. I’m soaked, a mix of his cum and mine easing his way despite how swollen I am.

He stares into my eyes, his forearms braced on either side of my head, and I melt. The way he looks at me makes me feel seen in a way I never have before. Like I matter. Like without me, he can’t breathe. It’s both terrifying and exhilarating.

How can this man with so much power make me feel like he’d get down on his knees to worship me if I asked him to?

“You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you, Cupcake? I wanna feel your pussy strangle my cock, baby girl.”

I’m still feeling the aftershock from the last round, so it only takes moments for me to fall over the edge. But there’s nothingsmooth or easy about it. My back arches as my body locks tight. My brain feels like it’s been picked up by a tornado and tossed around so much that I don’t know which way is up anymore.

His teeth sink into my nipple as my orgasm consumes me. The sharp bite prolongs the pleasure, intensifying it to the point of being painful. I feel him throb inside me, the pulse of heat as he comes, making no move to pull out.

“Havoc,” I chastise, no matter how much I love feeling him come inside me.

“You can’t get someone pregnant if you’ve already come,” he murmurs against my throat, knowing what I was going to say.

I bite my lip to hold back my laughter. How does he come up with this crap? At this point, I don’t know if he really thinks I’m that dumb or if he just likes toying with me. He kisses me softly before pulling out, and I flush when I notice how wet the bed is.

Before I can move, he takes his cell phone from his pocket and snaps a picture of me. “No way, Havoc. Delete that! You already have one photo; you don’t need anymore. I sure as hell don’t want pictures of me out there like that.”

“I told you, I’d never let anyone see you like this. These are just for me. I have to capture each moment in case one day I forget.”

“Forget what?”

He smiles at me, the kind of smile that says he knows something I don’t.

Before I can get mad, though, he scoops me up and carries me into the bathroom, where he “helps” me shower. And when I say “helps,” I mean he fucks me against the wall.

I gasp out “condom” as he bounces me up and down on his cock. But when he tells me you can’t get pregnant in the shower––the good old-fashioned gravity-as-protection method––I give up.

The man is bound and determined to get me pregnant.

By the time we’refinallycleaned up, dried, and dressed, I just want to climb into bed and sleep for a week. But I also need some girl time away from Havoc and his wonderpenis before chaffing becomes an issue.

“You good?”

I turn at the sound of Havoc’s voice and see him watching me. “Yeah, just thinking I need to spend some time with Amity.”

He looks like he swallowed something funky, but for once, he doesn’t complain. Instead, he offers me his hand. I take it, his much larger one swallowing up mine as we head back downstairs.

Havoc stops at the top of the stairs, and I look up at him. “I need to visit my old club. Things are a mess, but we’re not ready to make our move yet.”

“So you want to go and show them who you’ve become––make them choke on the fact they made you take the fall, spent five years forgetting you existed, and now you’re the one calling the shots, living the dream they never thought you’d have.”

Havoc pushes me against the wall, his eyes intense. “Come with me.”

“Is your ex gonna be there?”

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