Page 10 of Good Girl Gone Bad

The contract she signed earlier stipulated he wouldn’t force her to do anything against her wishes. She’d be in his domain, though. What if he completely changed his mind and killed her? God, she really had to quit watching all those Lifetime movies.

“Where’s the bold girl who stripped in my office earlier? The one who promised me a worthy performance?”

She had taken her clothes off because that had been part of a script she’d created. She’d had time, albeit brief, to think about a strategy to get his attention and get her way. And now…now she’d have to deliver the goods.

“Are you having buyer’s remorse?” she asked, in another attempt to keep the mood light.

He lifted up her chin so she had no choice but to look deep into his eyes. “Never.”

She half closed her eyes, tilting her head to the side and hoping he’d kiss her. But he stroked her jaw and stared at her without making any headway. “Why not?” she murmured.

He leaned down until his mouth brushed her earlobe. Tingles multiplied inside her, causing goose bumps to rise on her arms. “Because this is a new driver and I don’t want pictures of me screwing the pastor’s daughter online.”

“Oh,” she said, unable to hide her disappointment. “That’d be bad for your image.”

“I’m more worried about your image.” Definitely. How would she be able to pass as his lovely bride-to-be to his dying grandmother if pictures of her ass leaked all over social media?

Minutes dragged until they were finally driven into the underground garage of a high-rise building in Manhattan. He ushered her into an elevator, and just their luck, a couple of teenagers argued inside about a rock band’s new song. Marco kept her close to him, his hand biting into her skin, and the nearness alone sent little thrills of excitement through her.

The elevator arrived at the top floor with a ping, and when they exited, she realized they were at the foyer of his penthouse. He snatched her to him, kissing her with such wild passion she almost fell back. She linked her arms around him and celebrated inwardly when he scooped her up. She’d appreciate the decor of his place later. Now she preferred to dive headfirst into this naughty ocean of sensations.

The one thing was obvious about his place—the size. By the time he eased her onto the mattress in his bedroom, her breaths came in small gasps. One more second and she’d be completely breathless. He began to undress, flinging his jacket across the floor without much fuss. When he pulled the shirt over his head, she sat. She’d felt his taut muscles, but now she saw them.

Her pussy clenched, the pearly cream filling her snatch. He caught her looking, and when he moved, the well-defined pecs and ridges of his six-pack bunched. Wow. This man… “It’s like John Cena and Bruce Wayne had a son,” she said, then realized she’d shared her nerdy comment out loud.

He grinned. “I’ve never been much of a Batman fan, but I’ll take the compliment.”

“If you’re not a Batman fan, we may need to rethink all this,” she said, circling her index finger.

“Don’t worry, tesoro mio. I’ll take you to Gotham City tonight,” he said, and glided her on the bed until her feet touched the edge. He slid off her underwear, and she inhaled sharply. Within seconds, he disappeared between her legs, and she threw her head back.

This is really happening. She braced herself mentally that he’d second-guess, but nope. She watched him blow on the skin of her thigh, and resolution filled her.

He cupped her pussy, his hot breath causing tingles. Moved by instinct, she squirmed, slightly swaying her thighs, but he hooked his hands under her ass and kept her in place. He licked her clit with the tip of his tongue, and she mewled, a strand of pleasure arrowing up and down her body. Whatever reason had brought them together, she wanted him—wanted this, and the degree to which she responded stunned her.

If he continued this way, she’d visit Gotham City a lot sooner than planned. He licked her folds and buried his head between her thighs. She thrust her hips into his mouth, and without delay he sucked her. A loud moan left her lips. She didn’t mean to sound so dramatic, but there was only so much she could take. He thrust his tongue into her, his nose pressing into her twat.

She bucked, and soon spasms rode through her, and it took her a few seconds to catch her breath. “Holy Batman.”

He licked every drop of her then worked his way up, giving her belly openmouthed kisses. She quivered, so soon, already recognizing that powerful craving fueling up inside her. He chuckled against her breasts, a hearty, manly sound. He knew exactly how much she needed him, and she couldn’t save face. “You taste delicious,” he said. “Wanna try?”

“Yes.” Yes, to everything, a savage part of her shouted.

He dipped down and kissed her, his tongue bringing her own tangy essence to her palate. Tasting herself made her feel as primal as an exotic, foreign dance. She dove her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for the warmth of their skin-to-skin contact. He broke the kiss, tracing down her neck, and she moaned.

“These are huge tits for a pastor’s daughter,” he said, cupping her breast.

“What are you going to do about it?”

He grinned. “I’m going to fuck them.”

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