Page 35 of The Good Girl

“What’s wrong?” she asks, sitting up.

I point to my cock. “I’m so hard it hurts.”

“I didn’t realize erections were painful,” she says, her eyes wide.

I bite back a grin when I realize I can use her inexperience to my advantage. I groan again.

“Oh my God, Havoc, what can I do?”

“Nothing, Cupcake. It’ll pass. Unless…”

“Unless what?”

“Unless you want to take care of it for me.”

She rolls her eyes. “Havoc, this has already gone too far.”

I grimace in fake pain.

She bites her lip. “Fine if it’s that bad then feel free to get yourself off?”

“You don’t mind?”

She snorts, not realizing she just played right into my hand.

“No, I don’t mind.”

“Thank fuck. I’m not sure how much more I can handle. You mind laying back down for me, Cupcake? Looking at your slick pussy will have me coming quickly.”

She nods, then lays back and spreads her legs a little wider.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” I growl, freeing my cock. I grip it tight and begin fucking my fist. “Hold your pussy open for me, baby. Let me look at my prize.”

Hesitantly, she does as I ask, using her fingers to hold herself open. I take in the sight of her swollen clit and her tight little holethat’s begging to be filled and curse, unable to hold myself back. I get up on one knee and move closer to her pussy, my dick so close I can feel the heat of her pussy on my skin.

“I don’t think?—”

“Not going to fuck you, Cupcake,” I grunt. “Just need to come.”

I shoot my load all over her pussy, making her jump and gasp in surprise. The sight so fucking erotic that I pull my phone out of my pocket and take a picture of it.

“What the hell? I thought you forgot your phone!” She moves to sit up, but I hold her down.

“I found it in one of my saddle bags,” I lie. “Relax. Nobody’s seen your pussy but me, and nobody ever will. This is just for me. I’d never compromise you like that.”

She narrows her eyes at me as I put my phone on the floor and slide my hand between her legs to distract her. She gasps as I start rubbing her pussy, slipping my finger and my cum inside her.

“Havoc,” she says, sounding frustrated.

“Relax, baby. You can’t get pregnant if you’re not having sex. It’s too cold outside the body for sperm to survive.”

She cocks her head. “Really?”

“Sure,” I grin, pushing more of my cum inside her as I picture her stomach swollen with my kid.

I’ve crossed so many damn lines today. I clearly left sane and rational back at the clubhouse, because this man right here is completely unhinged. I can’t help it. This woman does something to me. I wanna treat her like a queen, but fuck her like a whore.

I barely know her, and with her being best friends with Amity, I should be treading carefully. But I can’t. The second this woman’s close, my control goes out the fucking window. It’slike I’m an addict needing my next hit. And my drug of choice is apparently cupcakes.

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