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

the
waxing. “Nick, oh, baby, stop!” she groaned.
    “What
do you want, baby?” he asked huskily, his mouth wet from her sex.
    “I
want your dick inside me, oh hurry!” Christine said, trying to pull him up.
    “Don’t
you want to come like this?” he said, placing his mouth on her sex again.
    Christine
moved her head from side to side, wanting to scream. “I—I don’t know. Oh,
please Nick…!”
    Feeling
desperate as well, he lifted her legs and put them on his shoulder, holding her
thighs like a harness as he entered her, riding her hard. He hurt her, but she
liked it, and the thought of her bruised sex excited her even more. “Harder!”
she urged, and he dropped her legs so he could lift her hips and penetrate
deeper.  Christine gripped the headboard as she bent her legs, closing her eyes
as he pounded into her, riding her climax so she could come when he did. A second
later, he did, his hands slick with sweat on her waist, He uttered a low cry as
he came, and she wrapped her legs around him to feel his throbbing balls
against her ass. She sighed as she felt him relax, and opened her arms to him,
cradling him as he collapsed against her.
    Christine
found his weight on her soothing, and she brushed his hair back with loving
fingers. He lifted his head to look at her, and she gave him a quick kiss. Her
mouth turned down a little when he pulled out, but he stayed with her, shifting
some of his weight to the side to keep from crushing her. His head settled
against her breasts, and she continued to brush his hair with her fingers until
his breathing settled down.  Long moments later, Nick said, “I think I’m in
love with you, Christine.”
    Christine’s
hand stilled, and Nick looked up. She was looking down at him, her eyes wide. “Is
that a problem?” he asked when she didn’t say anything.
    “Well,
you hardly know me,” she said. “I know you’re attracted to me, and the feeling
is heartily reciprocated, but in love? I think you’re being a bit hasty.”
    “I
know how I feel,” he said, raising himself on one elbow to look more fully into
her face. “I can’t stop thinking about you, and I want you.”
    “I
want you, too,” Christine said, touching his face. “We’re good together.”
    “Yes,
we are, and I want you to be always with me.”
    Christine’s
hand dropped away. “What do you mean?”
    “I
want us to live together.”
    Christine
shook her head. “I can’t do that, Nick.”
    “Why
not?”
    She
searched his face, thinking he must be joking. He was undoubtedly, incredibly
in earnest.  She was floored by the unexpected turn of events. She liked him
very much, but she couldn’t imagine sharing a house, let alone a room, with
someone else other than family on a long term basis.
    “I’m
not ready for that kind of commitment,” Christine finally said, unable to
believe she was actually mouthing that male standby.
    Nick
pulled away, and she made no effort to detain him. He was feeling rejected, and
he needed time to pull himself together. He grabbed his overnight bag and
slipped into the bathroom.
    Christine
got up, feeling physically sore, and thoroughly confused. She enjoyed Nick’s
lovemaking, and had found him great company, but he was too distracting. He was
liable to turn her world upside down if she wasn’t careful.  She wasn’t
prepared to commit to anyone; she was enjoying her life much too much to do
that right now. She had thought that Nick would feel the same way.
    She
considered the last two days, and thought that maybe things had gone a little
too fast between them. She shouldn’t have agreed to spend the night, but the
temptation had been too great. She had allowed her physical needs to override
her judgment, and that was not a good thing.
    She
wrapped herself in a robe, bundling the provocative clothing and shoes into her
knapsack, and sat down to wait for Nick. He came out looking fresh in a blue
shirt and cream slacks, his expression stern.
    Nick
saw