Page 71 of The Good Girl

I kiss her softly as a tear falls from her eye. I pick up speed and trailing across her jaw, down her neck. When I reach whereher shoulder meets her neck, I bite down, needing to mark her like she’s marked me.

“Havoc, I’m going to come,” she gasps.

I let go of her hands and pull back onto my knees, gripping her hips tightly, so I can watch my cock sliding in and out of her. Using my thumb, I stroke her clit, and she cries out, her hips lifting desperately, chasing her pleasure.

“That’s it, cupcake, come for me.”

I pinch her clit, and her body tenses, my name falling from her lips in a breathless whisper as she comes hard.

Seeing her come undone for me is all I need to push me over the edge. I pulse inside her before pulling my cock out and coming all over her pussy, my cock still twitching as I stroke her clit.

When I stop coming, I slip my fingers back inside her spasming pussy, rubbing them against her front wall. I know I’ve found the right spot when she gasps and her eyes roll. I thrust my fingers faster, feeling her body start shaking as I focus on making her lose control.

With my free hand, I start stroking her clit again, never easing up the pressure. She tries to hold back and pull away, too sensitive, but I’m not letting her go until she comes again. I keep going, her head thrashing from side to side. Her legs tremble, and her voice turns hoarse from whispered pleas. I know it won’t take long now.

“Let go, Cupcake. I’m not gonna stop until you soak us both.”

That’s all she needs to hear. She lets go, squirting all over me and the bed, making me grin.

Call it spite, but the thought of Lola and Driller sleeping in the bed I made my woman drench makes something inside me stir with dark satisfaction.

“Oh god. We need to change these sheets. I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be. You were fucking incredible. And technically, this is my bed. If I want to make you squirt all over it, I will.”

She groans, covering her face with her hands. “You’re trying to kill me. I just know it.”

I chuckle as I get to my feet and strip before scooping her up and carrying her into the bathroom.

I sit her on the counter and pull her pants and underwear off the rest of the way.

“Most people take their clothes off before they have sex, but oh no, not us,” she mutters to herself as she lifts her arms for me to take off her shirt.

I pull it over her head and place a quick kiss on her lips. “It’s not my fault I can’t wait to get inside you,” I tell her as I remove her bra.

She rolls her eyes, but I don’t miss the grin she tries to hide as she dips her head.

I slide my finger under her chin and tilt her head back. “I meant what I said before. You’re it for me. You’re my reward for the fucking hell this club put me through. I get that it’s a lot, and I’m a little intense sometimes.”

She snorts. “You have to admit, this is fast. If you were talking to one of your men, you’d be telling them to slow down, that the woman was a gold digger, or that he was thinking with his penis.”

I shake my head. “You can saydick, baby. Or better yet,cock.” I press in closer so she can feel me getting hard again.

She flushes and bites her lip.

“You think G didn’t know right away that Amity was it for him?”

She opens her mouth, then closes it, knowing I’m right.

“We could have dated. I?—”

“Ran the first chance you got.”

Her mouth snaps shut at that.

I tuck her hair behind her ear and rest my forehead against hers. “You’re mine, and I’m not letting you run from me again. I don’t want you inmybed—I want you inours. I want to share a life with you, a home with you. I want to fill your cunt with my cum and your belly with our babies?—”

She covers my mouth with her hand.

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