Page 38 of Good Girl's Bad Lessons

He broke the kiss only to lick along her neck and find her taut breasts. She clutched the linens, mewling, her legs restless. How did he expect her to keep still when he placed French kisses between her tits, in the valley leading to them, then nipped the areolae? “Emma, this time, I want to take you from behind,” he said, then shot a devilish look her way.

She knew what he meant—screwing her with the probe hadn’t been enough for him, and if she was being honest, not enough for her. She couldn’t wait to have his cock fill her every hole, for him to claim her in the most animalistic way.

“Me too,” she said, staring at him so he wouldn’t have any doubts.

The color of his green eyes shifted to a dark, dark shade, but golden flecks still sparkled in the depths of his irises. He nudged her thighs apart and slid his hand down while sucking her nipple without relenting. Oh, yes.

She undulated her hips, wanted to give herself to him so badly. Again and again.

When he flicked her clit, she nearly busted, right there and then. “You’re so wet already, baby. God, Emma. You’re amazing.”

He thrust three fingers inside her, while teasing her clit with his thumb, and she moaned, each time a strand of pleasure sending her little electric shocks—a warning of the building orgasm. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

He removed his fingers from her and sat back on the bed, and she understood the cue. With her juices dripping from her thighs, she moved around and got on her hands and knees.

She heard him hustling out of the bed and imagined he had to grab the lube. The sound of him opening it sent a thrill of excitement through her. She tossed him a glance over her shoulder, finding him positioning himself behind her. When her gaze collided with his, her belly contracted, heat coiling low at the pit of her stomach.

Raw lust gleamed in his eyes. He inserted one finger into her tight channel, the same way he’d done earlier. She parted her lips, oxygen lacking from her lungs, unable to yank the gaze away. He manipulated her hole, stretching it, and she fought the need to move, to sway her hips, to tilt her body one way or another. If she moved, she’d break the stare.

Her nipples tightened to an almost painful level. A fresh coat of arousal slicked her already drenched folds, from their fuck earlier and now. She felt it trickling down her thighs and legs, and a primal pride struck her.

Without saying a word, he added another finger, stretching her more. She darted out her tongue, licking her upper lip to entice him. Sweat poured down his face and chest, and he’d never been sexier. His face contracted, and his hard cock rubbed against her butt.

“Take me, Nico,” she said, with the intent of a female in heat.

He nudged her thighs open a bit farther and rubbed his thick head at her back entrance. Not thrusting, but teasing her, showing her how ready he was. She drew in a breath. He placed his hand on her back, prompting her to lower her back and head.

At last she broke the stare, the side of her face falling into the pillow. He lifted her ass in the air and pressed his cock into her hole. He began filling her, and an ache seared around the outer channel. It had been one thing when he’d used a probe, but now… She bit her bottom lip so hard she tasted blood.

“Relax, Emma.”

Nico massaged her cheeks, not moving for a moment. The feel of his strong hands rubbing her, squeezing, kneading, clutching, created fire in her belly. Her shoulders loosened, and he resumed entering her, simultaneously stimulating her ass.

A moan of pleasure flew from her mouth, and he moved inside her. She responded by gyrating her hips, to intensify his claim of her. When he began to retreat his cock only to plunge it in again, she groaned.

“You’re perfect, Emma. Your ass is mine now,” he said, his voice hoarse.

Yes. She wanted to be his—for as long as he’d have her. The thought added another notch of excitement, and he continued to fuck her, in and out, each time harder, until he found an insane slamming rhythm. She clutched her pillow, shifting her head from side to side. The friction.

The friction of his cock tunneling in and out of her caused a blazing reaction, and soon she rocked her ass into him, wanting, no, needing more. Needing him.

“Touch yourself for me, baby. Play with your naughty clit so we come together.”

She slid her hand down her body and mimicked the movements he’d made earlier, working her clit. A crazy amount of pressure built in her bundle of nerves, fast-tracking her cells. He smashed her back hole, his balls slapping against her, the scent of tangy sex and sweat mixing in the air.

Too much. It was too much. He placed his hands at her waist, his fingers digging into her and powering up his claim on her. She flicked her clit, harder, until her body contracted for one moment, and she jerked backward. After a beat or two, she shook, letting the waves of pleasure ride her. Her heart slammed against her rib cage, her breathing labored.

Soon, he followed her, and with one last plunge, filled her with a warm load. She waited until he finished, and fell on the mattress, completely spent, her eyelids heavy.

He dropped next to her, panting, and she didn’t need to see him to feel his exhaustion. “Mine,” he whispered, and she sighed—sated, happy, and unbelievably foolish.

…

“Mama.” Nico saw the silhouette of his mother strolling on the beach, and he followed her, speeding to keep up. No matter how fast he ran, he was always a few steps behind, yet she didn’t seem in a hurry. She didn’t glance back, not even once. She didn’t call his name.

She entered a lush forest, and he sped up but tripped on a fallen tree trunk. His vision blurred, and the trees moved, closing in on him. A dark smoke covered the area, and when he looked down at his feet, instead of dirt or grass, his toes touched the edge of a slimy black pool. He fell inside, the gooey liquid surrounding him. When he tried to reach for the edge, he didn’t make it in time. His mother kept walking, and someone handed him a stick. All he needed to do was hold on to it and get out of there. His six-year-old brother Marco gave him a sad smile. “Why didn’t you tell me, Nico? Why did you lie?”

His brother yanked the stick from him, and Nico drowned, the thick liquid weighing him down, his lungs giving up on him. He moved his head from side to side, desperate for a way out but—

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