Page 55 of The Good Girl (Nashville Neighborhood)

He chuckled, thrilled at hearing me curse.

Tension was building inside me. It traveled up my quivering legs and down my arms, like all roads in my body led to the spot where he was feasting on me. I was so turned on, I was slick with arousal, and I could hear the slippery glide of his fingers as they sawed in and out.

Preston made the tiniest of adjustments to the angle he was using, but it had a huge impact. He was able to reach deeper and touch me in a place that made my toes curl into points.

My gasps and moans swelled.

I panted for air in quick, erratic bursts.

Every signal blared to him that my orgasm was about to happen.

“That’s it,” he urged. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

His dirty command triggered a crash of ecstasy, and I cried out as it collided with me. Wave upon wave of bliss rocked my body, and I shuddered uncontrollably. If I wasn’t out of my mind, maybe I would have worried that I’d been too loud, but I couldn’t.

All I could focus on was not tearing apart.

He still had his fingers wedged inside me as it happened, and although I squirmed, he stayed with my undulating body, keeping them lodged inside. Every pulse squeezed at him, and he let out a heavy, appreciative sigh.

“Jesus Christ.” His voice was hushed. “That’s so fucking sexy.”

His words filled me with even more satisfaction, and I flinched with an aftershock of pleasure.

Finally, after a lifetime, his fingers retreated, and the orgasm faded. It left me weak, and I collapsed into a sweaty heap on the mattress, before pushing out a long, slow breath. Holy hell. That had been intense. Easily the strongest orgasm I’d ever had.

I raised a shaky hand to brush the hair out of my face, opened my eyes, and lifted my head to risk a glance at him.

In the candlelight, his pleased eyes seemed darker. They stared back at me as he rose to his feet and wiped a hand over his mouth, and it was unavoidable the way my gaze coursed down his body. It landed on the erection bulging through his underwear. Why would anyone want to be good around him? He had a body built for sin.

A cocky smile tilted his lips. He liked how I stared at him.

It only took him a second to jerk his underwear down, and then he was as naked as I was. His hard dick swung free before he ringed a hand around the tip and stroked down to the base. It was stunning how he stood over me, so far away, and yet I wasn’t shy as his gaze caressed my nude body. My bashfulness had been burned up in the fire of my orgasm.

“You want this inside you?” He continued to slide his fist slowly across his length.

Even though I knew I could change my mind at any time, it still felt like this was it. No going back now.

My heart skipped and fluttered. “Yes.”

FIFTEEN

Sydney

Preston never looked more attractive than when desire flooded his expression. But I didn’t get to see the full intensity of it for long because he turned and strode to the nightstand.

The vibrator wasn’t the first thing he went for, though.

A drawer was pulled open, a condom packet was retrieved, and then he scooped up the black wand. They were carried back to me at the end of the bed, and my heart crawled into my throat, closing it off.

I could barely breathe as he dropped the vibrator beside me and tore open the foil wrapper with steady hands. It was a moment I’d wanted for so long, but it had also been built up into this huge ordeal in my mind, even when I knew it shouldn’t be.

People lost their virginity all the time, I told myself.

I tensed my hands into loose fists as the torn foil fluttered to the carpet and he fitted the condom over the head of his dick, then rolled it down. The sight of it made heat flash across my cheeks.

How the hell was all of that going to fit inside me?

“Don’t worry.” His tone was hushed and playful. “It’ll fit.”

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