Page 34 of The Good Girl

I nip at her skin with my teeth, making her shiver. “Not arrogant—confident. I know what I want, and I make sure I get it.”

“And what do you want?”

“You.”

She sighs. “Were you dropped on your head? Because that’s the only thing that makes sense.” She shifts in my lap to look at me, gasping when she feels my cock harden.

I grip her hips when she tries to move. “Stay right where you are.” I thrust against her and watch as her cheeks turn pink and her breathing picks up.

“Havoc, this is a terrible idea.”

“Tell me you don’t want me.”

“I don’t—” I cut her off with a kiss, swallowing down her protests. When I pull back and see the glazed look in her eyes, I grin.

“Tell me, if I slipped my fingers inside you, I wouldn’t find you wet.”

“Nope, I’m dry as the desert. Nice try, though,” she replies, not realizing she’s grinding down on me.

“Is that right?”

Before she can say anything, I lift her and lay her back on the couch, yanking her jeans off. The wind has died down, but it’s still cool enough out to make her skin pebble with goosebumps. Grabbing her flimsy lace underwear, I tear them from her and shove the scrap in my back pocket. She tries to close her legs, but I use my body to pin her down. With her legs spread wide, I can see how wet she is for me.

“Havoc?” Her voice trembles, and I know exactly how to ease her fears.

I trail two fingers up her inner thigh before thrusting them inside her. She gasps, her back arching as I pull them free and lift them for her to see.

“Looks like your desert’s a little moist there, Cupcake,” I say, watching the flush spread across her cheeks.

“First of all, never say moist again. And second, I have a medical condition,” she snaps defensively.

“Oh really? And what’s this condition called?” I ask her with a smirk before I suck my fingers clean.

Her mouth drops open as she watches me.

“Careful, baby,” I murmur. “I’ve been imagining all the things I could do with that mouth of yours. The thought of you on your knees, your lips wrapped around my cock…” I thrust my fingers back inside her, pressing them against the front wall of her pussy while pushing down on her groin.

“Havoc,” she gasps, shaking her head, but I’m relentless, thrusting harder and faster. I see the panic in her eyes as she realizes her body’s no longer hers—but mine.

“I need to stop. I need the bathroom. I need?—”

“You need to let go, Cupcake. I’ve got you.”

“I can’t,” she sobs, still shaking her head, her body trembling.

“Yes, you can, baby girl. Fuck, you smell so good. It’s taking everything in me not to bury my cock deep inside you right now.”

She screams, my words pushing her over the edge as she squirts, soaking my hand and the cushion beneath her.

As she comes back down, her eyes go wide in shock and horror. “Did I just…”

“You squirted, Cupcake,” I growl as I bend down and wrap my hands around her thighs, lifting her so I can feast on her.

“Havoc!” she shouts as I drink her down. I’m so fucking turned on I’m two seconds away from coming in my pants.

“Such a sweet pussy. Watching you squirt was hot as fuck, but nowhere near as hot as finding the remains of your cherry on my cock.”

“Oh, God.” She covers her face with her hands, embarrassed, as I sit up and groan in pain. Okay, so I might’ve exaggerated just a little, but I get the reaction I’m after when she looks at me, worried.

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