Page 55 of Good Girl

“Amen to that.” He chuckled.

“You, though...” Derek leaned close, and his warm breath tickled my ear. “Someone tells me that you think we so easily growboredof something we’re interested in.”

I glanced at Samuel. He must have clued the guys in on my confession at the other club. I half-nodded.

“I—”

“No,” Derek cut in. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. I want the truth.”

Fuck. “Well... I thought you were all being distant because you played your games and were tired of me and that when I left to go home, you all saw it as the perfect opportunity to ditch me.”

Derek slid one hand up my skirt and grazed his nails lightly over my bare thigh.

“I’m offended,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my cheek, and a sudden pulse of arousal shot through me, warming my core. “The games we’re playing with you, we don’t play with just anyone. You should know by now how special you are, Charlotte.”

Suddenly, his lips were on mine and he shoved his hand between my thighs. Derek swallowed down my gasp of surprise, and I clutched at my skirt, spreading my legs while his fingers pressed past the seam of my panties and stroked firmly against my pussy. My calm heart exploded into a rabbit fast patter and my chest seized. His long fingers stroked through my slick folds, teasing against my clit as he kissed all the air from my lungs.

I couldn’t think, barely able to register that we were in semi-public. All my focus honed in on Derek’s fingers circling my clit. When he broke the kiss, he curled his hand and plunged two fingers deep inside me. I gasped loudly and jolted up from the seat, only to settle back down on his fingers. He curled them inside me, stroking that hidden bundle of nerves while his thumb stroked rapidly at my clit.

“We missed you terribly,” Derek growled. “End of terms is awful as a teacher, you must remember this, but I swear when I was grading papers, all I was thinking about was having you under the desk, sucking my cock.”

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, and my hands left my skirt to grab onto Derek’s arm. His fingers continued their assault, and pleasure swept through me in an intense wave that I had no hope of holding back.

“We are not bored of you,” came Matt’s voice somewhere in front of me. “Not for a second.”

“We adore you, Charlotte, and next time you start to doubt that,” said Samuel, “you have to tell us.”

“I will,” I gasped. My core tightened, and my toes curled, warmth sweeping through my body and nestling tight in my lower body.

“Promise,” Derek growled in my ear.

“I promise.”

“Swear it, pet.”

“I swear!” In that moment, I lost all control, and I climaxed before I could even finish speaking. My orgasm crashed over me like a trickling hot shower, and pleasure coursed through my veins. I writhed on the chair as Derek’s fingers worked their magic to get me through my initial waves of pleasure, and only when I started to relax did he remove his fingers.

I watched in awe as he lifted his fingers to his lips and began to lick them clean.

“Maybe we should give you a proper tour.” Derek smirked, and my heart soared.

Tonight was going to beincredible.

26

CHARLOTTE

My body twitched on its own, completely consumed by the sudden orgasm, and I ached for more of Derek’s touch as he gently brushed my raised skirt back down over my knee.

It did nothing to calm the excitement in my heart, and what lingered the most was how turned on I still felt. Maybe it was something in the air that was contributing to my feeling this way, or the low lighting and subtle warmth that flowed around us. As I calmed, I noticed Matt and Samuel studying me with light smiles on their faces, and my heart skipped a nervous beat.

“What?” I asked softly, and both of them shook their heads.

“Nothing,” they said in unison.

“Just beautiful to watch,” Matt added.

My cheeks flushed, yet just as I was about to say more, a stunning tall woman approached the table. Her ample chest was wrapped in a leather harness that was pressed firmly against her skin, but her breasts looked so large that one wrong move and she would burst free. What caught my eye the most, however, was that she wasn’t stick thin. She was curvaceous all over, and she walked with such confidence that I almost felt jealous. Fluffy white angel wings were attached to her back, and her white panties and sheer stockings tricked the eye into thinking she was glowing.

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