Free Good Girl Gone Wild: When Lust Turns to Passion... (Good and Wild) by Dominica Dark

pleasure.
    Christine
sat upright, letting her legs do the work as she cupped her own breasts,
throwing her head back as she bounced up and down, letting her mounting tension
take over, murmuring, “Oh, yes! Oh, yes!” as he penetrated her again and again.
She climaxed as his shaft throbbed stronger inside her and she sensed his own
climax. She moved down and gripped his shoulders as he tried to stop her from
moving, pumping him harder as her orgasm washed over her, ignoring his
agonized, “No, wait!” and he clamped her butt against him as he shot his come
into her, letting out a harsh breath at the release.
    Christine
collapsed on top of him, panting as her pussy continued to throb after the
assault, and he cried out as her groin muscles gripped his shaft convulsively.
He rolled her over and pulled out, and Christine protested weakly as a sense of
loss washed over her. Nick smiled at her reaction, tapping her nose with a
slightly trembling finger.
    “Give
me a minute, I don’t think I can stand much more,” he told her, gathering her
into his arms, and their pants slowly eased into regular breathing. Soon they
were both asleep, legs tangled and arms around each other.

Chapter Seven
    Nick
awoke from a dreamless sleep, and he opened his eyes to Christine’s sleeping
face inches from his own, one hand tucked under her cheek. He lay still,
watching her, and knew she was the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life
with.
    As
if awakened by his scrutiny, Christine’s eyes slowly opened, and a smile curved
her lips. “Good morning,” she mumbled.
    “Good
morning,” he replied, overwhelmed by his sudden realization, and he touched her
cheek. She nuzzled into his hand, turning her face to plant a kiss on his palm.
His flesh tingled at the feel of her lips, and he pulled her to him, running
his hands down her body. She inserted her leg between his and felt his shaft
against her stomach starting to wake up. His hand stilled, and he groaned as he
pulled away and sat up on the side of the bed, his head between his hands.
Christine sat up in alarm, her ardor rudely dampened.
    “What’s
wrong, Nick?” she asked, wanting to place a hand on his smooth back, but not
quite daring to.
    He
twisted around to look at her, saw her breasts were still exposed, begging to
be touched, and he closed his eyes. He willed himself to quit being such a
horny bastard, they had to talk, and had almost tamed the beast when she
finally got the courage to touch his arm. She was closer now, her eyes filled
with concern, her body clearly asking to be taken. He lost the battle.
    He
pushed her back, pulling her panties off and saw that she was as bare as a baby
down there. Nick hadn’t noticed earlier, being preoccupied by other…things. He looked
up, and she was watching him, breathing in short, quick breaths, and her mouth
slightly open. He bent down, holding her legs apart, and licked the side of her
slit, savoring the smooth feel of the skin. His nose filled with the scent of
her sex, and he saw her starting to get wet. He licked the other side of her
slit, and watched tiny muscles in her inner thigh jumping, and felt his own
organ responding. Keeping his eyes on her, he slowly extended his tongue, just
touching the opening of her pussy, and Christine shuddered in anticipation,
moaning his name. He flicked his tongue up, brushing against her clit, and then
plunged it deeper, filling his mouth with her excitement.
    Christine
felt she was about to die. Lucid thought ceased; she centered on the feel of
Nick’s tongue tasting her, teasing her, the stubble on his chin rasping against
her thighs. She grabbed her breast, moaning as she pulled at her nipple, her
hips moving to get her even closer to his mouth and tongue. He placed his thumb
on her clit and started rubbing as he continued to invade her with his tongue,
and she grabbed his hair to pull him off.
    “Stop!”
she panted, feeling his breath on her bare skin still sensitive from