Page 68 of Fundamentals of Being a Good Girl
His hand reaches around my hips and finds my clit puffy and ready for his touch. My hips move in a circle, searching him out.
“Wallace is an irritable old dinosaur who can only wish to be a stepping-stone on the path of your life.”
He holds my wrists with one hand at the small of my back as he plunges inside of me with one merciless thrust.
The scream that scratches against my throat is muffled as I bite down on my lips and I hold it there inside of me until it fizzles out into a whimper.
He is perfectly still, using me to warm his cock as he leans over and whispers in my ear, hands still fastened behind my back, “One day, you’re going to look back on men like Wallace and Gentry and you will see how silly you were for ever letting them be anything more than the dirt beneath your heels. You’ll be right where you’ve always dreamed of being, Maddie, and someone like me would be so lucky as to kneel behind you at your podium, eating your pretty cunt.”
So tenderly, he presses his lips to my cheek and then pulls back so that he’s gone from me except for just the tip.
He stands then, one hand digging into my hip, fingers punishing and bruising, while his other hand still circles my wrist in a way that’s secure but not too tight.
His erection drives into me in short, rapid thrusts, moans turning into curses turning into prayers on his lips.
He lets go of one of my hands. “I want you to touch that sweet little bud, Madelyn. Rub your clit for me.”
I do as he says. It’s a compulsion. I can’t stop. Someone could walk right in through that door and I wouldn’t be able to stop. We’re both so close to bliss. There are no words left. Just the rhythm of our bodies slapping together. The sound of him meeting my arousal.
“I’m—I’m—” The words die on my tongue as I’m flooded with sensual gratification that is all-consuming as it ripples through me, undulating.
Bram makes no effort to let up and only moves faster now that I’ve come all over his cock. His hips jerk as he paints my womb with his milky ejaculate.
He lays his head down against my shoulder, blanketing my body with his as he’s electrified with the last few jolts of pleasure.
“I—” His breath tickles my neck. “I could fuck you every day.”
And I feel the same way, of course, but the words are dangerously close to sentiments that ringforever.
After a moment of silent, panting breaths, he stands. But my body can’t move. Not yet.
I stay bent over as I listen to the sound of clothing rustling and zipping. He doesn’t have much dressing to do since he was nearly clothed as he fucked me. Yet another image that my perverted little mind gobbles up.
His broad hand smooths over my backside and he helps me up.
As I stand upright, his spend begins to leak out of me.
Wordlessly, he turns me around and pushes aside some papers for me to sit on the desk. With a studious expression on his face, he leans me back just a touch and crouches down before pushing his come back inside me.
A tiny gasp jumps from my chest and I bite down on my lower lip as I watch him.
“That’s better,” he whispers as he stands to retrieve my clothing and passes it to me.
I lean over to take my panties from where they still hang around one ankle, but Bram grips my wrist to stop me. He pulls the lacy fabric free and then balls it up before stuffing it in his pocket.
“Bram. Seriously? I need those back.”
He shakes his head.
I pull the T-shirt over my head and then he reaches down to smooth out my hair for me.
“While I love the thought of my soaked panties in your pocket while you go about your day, taking office visits and lecturing, I really need those before going to my department meeting.”
“You can have them back once you’ve completed your assignment.”
His hand rests along my jawline as his thumb tilts my chin back before pushing past my lips.
I let my teeth graze the digit and then I suck for a moment. I don’t think this is an argument I even want to win, so I finally nod.
