Page 12 of Good Girl's Bad Lessons

She splayed her hands on the glass and parted her legs some more. He lowered himself behind her and began a path of small and big kisses on the backs of her knees, igniting a current of electric tingles. He ran his tongue up her thigh, and she chewed on her lower lip.

Damn, the man had moves.

When he reached her ass, he nipped her cheek, slipping his right hand into the front of her dress. She quivered, desire making her head light and legs weak. He held her in place, and in response, nipped her other cheek a bit more harshly. The ache upped her sizzling arousal one more notch, and she breathed hard, fogging the glass.

When she eyed the stage, most of the debauchery continued, but a bald man with the physique of a personal trainer looked at her—intensely. This hadn’t been a joke; the glass was see-through. She swallowed and turned her head the other way. Even then, she felt the gaze of a complete stranger on her as Nico began playing with her kitty.

He grabbed her ass, kneading it deeply, then delivered a swat to her. She yelped, the sting of his strong hand heating her flesh. No one had ever…spanked her before. What the hell? She paused for a moment, unsure of what to think.

He thrust three fingers into her, and suddenly any thinking was out the window. She moaned, louder than she’d have wanted if she’d had the choice. “Yes. That’s how I like you, Emma. Soft, horny, and willing. Are you going to be a good girl for me?” He flicked her swollen clit, and a ripple of pleasure formed in her core.

“Yes.”

“Wrong answer. I want you to be a bad, bad girl,” he said, standing without breaking contact with her pussy. “Good girls don’t make a deal so they’ll get thoroughly fucked for a month.”

And good girls don’t omit the fact they’ll be working on a project to keep the very same house he wants to buy. He licked the outer shell of her ear, his tongue causing the little hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. Any rationalization dissipated from her mind. He intensified the flicks on her clit, and she was so wet she heard the squishy sound his fingers made every time they entered and pulled from her.

Nico nipped her earlobe, and she drew in a breath, her breasts about to explode with need. She heard him unzipping his pants and the rustle as they hit the ground. He positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance, and adrenaline rushed through her veins. God, this was insane…

“Please, Nico… I can’t take it anymore.”

“What do you want?” He removed his right hand from her pussy, and she groaned in protest.

“I want you,” she said, as he began to enter her, his cock so large and thick. For a moment, she paused, trying to accommodate him inside her. Maybe he wouldn’t fit after all.

“You got me. Now, relax, Emma,” he said, blowing air over her shoulders, then depositing a kiss on her neck.

“I don’t know if—”

“It’ll fit, baby,” he said, and her clit pulsed. “You have a tight pussy, but I’ll break it in. Trust me.” He blew some air on the curve of her neck, and she might as well have purred. Damn. She wished she could take notes as he fucked her.

He cupped her breasts again, pulling at the nipples, driving her mad with desire. At last he moved again, and she relaxed. Her inner muscles clung to his flesh, and he growled into her hair. Suddenly, she felt a pulse that could have been from her body or his. Didn’t matter.

He thrust the rest of his rod into her, filling her completely. “You’re doing great, baby. So hot.”

“Yes.” She rocked her hips into him, anxious for more action.

He pulled himself out midway, only to fill her to the hilt again. With both hands at her waist, he bent her a little more, making the position perfect for deep thrusting. She closed her eyes, seeing stars, as he screwed her hard, each time ramming her harder.

She shouted his name, as pleasure overpowered her, claiming her. She opened her eyes, her vision still blurry and dotted, as he delivered the final plunge, his fingers biting into her skin. That contraction came again, then released, and she quivered. Soon after, she heard him groan, and he emptied himself into her, his seed filling her and dripping from her thighs.

She turned her head to the side, and even from a distance she found the bald man who had been looking at her earlier. He fucked a woman from behind, but his gaze darted at her, and a lazy, slow smile formed on his mouth.

…

“My lady parts still ache. Is that normal?” Emma asked, leaning dangerously close to him before she took a bite of her chicken taco.

Nico nodded. After they’d left the club, he decided they needed to eat. Damn, he was starving…and she’d picked an area filled with food trucks. When she could have chosen any of the nicest restaurants in town, she’d picked the Mexican stand.

“Yes, it’s normal.” He took a swig of his beer, then tilted his head in the direction of the car he’d parked. “And it’s not lady parts. You’re not sixty.”

“What should I call it?”

“Pussy,” he said, then took a bite of the last of his steak taco. When he wiped his mouth then tossed the napkin in a nearby trash can, he looked at her again, and her cheeks reddened. “Cunt,” he said in a lower voice. The color on her cheeks deepened and spread down her neck.

Her throat visibly worked. “Whoa. I guess girlie parts is out of the question then.”

He chuckled. “You have a lot to learn, Emma.”

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