Page 79 of The Good Girl Effect
As he works to unclasp my bra behind my back, he grinds his hips against me, and I let out a purring sound. He’s already hard for me—for me.
My bra unclasps with a pop, and he quickly swipes it from my body before moving his ravenous lips to my breasts. They are small, barely a handful, but I don’t bother feeling self-conscious because he moans and growls with his teeth around my nipple as if he loves it.
The cool metal of his ring slides along the sensitive skin of my breast, and I’m ashamed of the way it causes the warmth in my belly to grow into a blazing fire. Moisture pools in my panties,and I find myself moving against him, needy for more. But he’s intent on teasing me, drawing out my arousal to torture me with it.
He moves his mouth to the opposite breast, humming as he sucks and nibbles on the sensitive bud. His hips keep up their grinding so that we’re both writhing in need.
When his lips move downward over my belly, he kisses me tenderly until he reaches the waistband of my pants. I feel breathless as goose bumps cover my flesh.
This can’t be happening. But it is. And it’s happening so fast.
He hooks his fingers in the waistband and tears my pants off with passion, taking my underwear with them. I am exposed and naked, something that feels so right and so wrong at the same time.
I barely get my pants kicked off before he’s growling hungrily against my core. There’s not a moment to breathe or think as his warm, wet mouth brings me to the brink of pleasure.
“God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he mumbles against my sensitive flesh. Then he sucks eagerly on my clit, and I start to lose my mind.
Slamming my hand over my mouth, I hold it in when all I want to do is scream. He’s rubbing his coarse jaw against my sex, and it burns. But it’s such agoodburn. It’s like he’s trying to cover his face in the moisture between my thighs. The sensation has me so vulnerable and self-conscious while he’s delighting himself in my arousal.
Holding my legs open, he licks and sucks the most intimate part of me as if it belongs to him. And at this moment, it does. All of me belongs to him. My body, my heart, everything.
And he proves it as he forces me into a fast and violent climax, no matter how much I fight against it. My legs start to tremble as I’m assaulted by the intensity. I’ve never felt my heart pound so fast.
The moment my climax recedes, I reach for him. He retraces his steps with his mouth until he reaches my lips.
I’m eagerly fumbling with the zipper of his pants, and he’s helping to undo them. When we finally have them loosened, he wrestles them off and then lies back down on top of me, one naked body against another.
His lips taste like me, and it only heightens my arousal.
“I’m on birth control,” I whisper against his lips.
“I’ll pull out just in case,” he replies. “I just need to fuck you now.”
Hearing those words from his mouth causes goose bumps to break out over my skin. Heneedsto fuck me, as if he couldn’t stand to live another moment without it. I want to believe it’s more than physical. I want to believe he needs me in more ways.
Boxing me in with his arms resting on either side of my ears, he kisses me as his cock finds my core. I’m already so wet for him, mostly thanks to his mouth, that he slips in an inch without trouble. Then he moves slower, letting my body stretch and accommodate him.
We are breathing the same air as he thrusts himself in, one slow inch after another. I wrap my legs around his hips, my heels digging into his backside as I try to force him deeper. I need more.
As he reaches the hilt, pressed in as far as he can go in this position, he freezes. Lifting his head up a few inches, he stares into my eyes.
“We’ve done it,” he whispers. “We crossed the line.”
I know we should feel bad about that, but at this point, it feels like a relief. The damage is done.
“There’s no going back now,” I reply with a smile.
Pulling back, he grinds his hips forward, pressing slowly inside me as he says, “I like breaking the rules.”
A moan is pulled from my lips as he does that again, thrusting his hips fluidly, and I savor every second of having him inside me. “Me too,” I whisper on a gasp.
Finding my hand with his, he intertwines our fingers and presses them into the mattress above my head. Then he starts to pick up speed with his hips, finding a rhythm as he moves. My body seems to know this rhythm well, following him down a trail of pleasure.
We keep our voices low, but I find it more and more difficult the faster and harder he moves. When the bed starts to squeak from the motion, he stops.
The next thing I know, he’s pulling out and rising from the bed. He reaches for me one second, and then I’m being hauled back into his arms. He hoists me against him like I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around him again as he carries me to the wall, pressing my back to the cool, hard surface. Then his cock finds its home again, and he impales me on his length, fucking me hard into the solid wall.
I cling to his neck as he thrusts, finding places inside me I never knew existed before. I’ve had sex with men, but never anything like this. Never with such passion and lust. Never with such a connection and chemistry. Never with such need and love.
